"Trace on."
The door opened with a loud click and what came through wasn't a flood. It wasn't an explosion of power or a blinding light or any of the dramatic things he might have expected from a technique finally recognizing itself.
It was quiet... even peaceful
Like something exhaling after holding its breath for a very long time.
He stood in the void with his hand outstretched and felt the reality marble settle around him .
The hill, the grey sky, the thousands of blades driven into earth stretching to every horizon. It didn't feel foreign anymore.
It felt like coming home to a place he'd never physically been.He reached for the first blade that called to him.
Not the oldest. Not the most powerful. The one that felt most like a beginning.
The image came fully formed opf a boy with blonde hair and a personality built entirely from chivalry.
standing at the edge of a battlefield with a sword of pure plasma humming in his grip. Arthur Boyle. The self-proclaimed knight king who fought with a blade that wasn't steel at all.
Excalibur.
Not the legend. Not the sword of kings pulled from stone... his own
Yuta opened his eyes slowly, the same way you do after having slept peacefully.
The blade formed in his hand the same way he molded cursed energy.
except this time it didn't dissolve. It held. A sword of superheated cursed energy compressed into a plasma edge that cast a pale blue light across the dark forest floor. It hummed with a frequency that made the air around it shimmer.
He stared at it for a long moment then swung in a horizontal arc .
The tree came apart cleanly.
Not cut ... divided.
The plasma edge passed through the trunk with almost no resistance, the cursed energy superheating the wood so completely that the cut surfaces were smooth as glass. A beat of silence. Then the top half slid sideways and hit the ground.
He stood there processing what his hands had just done.
"Okay, that's pretty awesome" he mumbled quietly.
swinging again at boulder this time , one of the large flat ones half buried in the forest floor that had probably been there for decades. The blade went through it like it wasn't even there leaving two clean pieces once more.
He started moving.
Not randomly rather methodically, the way Sunny had approached every problem worth understanding. Testing variables one at a time. He cut at different angles, different speeds, different distances.
He varied the amount of cursed energy feeding the blade and watched how the plasma responded brighter and longer when he pushed more through, thinner and more precise when pulling back.
He talked himself through it as he worked.
"The blade isn't real," he said to nobody in particular. "It's a trace. A copy of something I understood well enough to reproduce. The properties are real the plasma is real but the medium is cursed energy.
I'm not generating heat. I'm converting cursed energy into heat through the shape of the technique."
He slashed through a cluster of thin saplings without slowing down.
"Which means the blade is only as strong as my understanding of it. I traced Arthur's Excalibur because I knew it well the anime, the mechanics, the way he held it, the way it moved. If I tried to trace something I only half understood the result would probably be weaker or Incomplete."
Another boulder cut through with no effort m
"And it won't last forever. I can feel it — there's a duration. The trace holds as long as I'm feeding it but eventually the image degrades. The copy starts losing fidelity and the blade weakens."
He stopped.
Looking at the blade in his hand that was still humming with power you would assume it's normal. But he could feel it at the edges a faint erosion, like a photo taken in sunlight.
letting it dissolve , the forest went dark once more.
Yuta okkotsu sat on top of the tree bark he just cut
Sword Creation. That was his techniques name... Yeah definitely calling it unlimited blade works
"Unlimited blade works...." The name felt right in his mind a sort of a soul resonance if you think about it .
The young prodigy ran a hand through his hair and refected on what he knew about his cursed technique
The first ability was Trace and it allows him to copy a blade he knew deeply enough and manifest it through cursed energy. The stronger the understanding the stronger the trace. Excalibur worked because Arthur Boyle was someone he'd spent hours with across a screen, learning every swing, every stance, every dramatic declaration. That intimacy was the price of admission. Half knowledge produced half a blade.
The second one was Forge. He could feel it sitting underneath Trace like a deeper gear, the ability to create something entirely original.
Not a copy of anything existing but a blade built from nothing, shaped by intention alone. And bound to it, a single enchantment.
One property, chosen deliberately, permanent until the blade broke. Fire. Paralysis. Gravity even spatial severance . Whatever the situation required he could conjure.
The limit of one enchantment per blade felt less like a restriction and more like a rule the technique had set for itself. A safeguard against something he couldn't fully understand yet.
The third ability was the one that unsettled him the most yet also was just as familiar.
He didn't have a name for it yet. Just a feeling he couldn't place,the awareness of a specific blade sitting somewhere in his reality marble that was different from the others ,irreplaceable...
He hadn't used it nor tried to. But he knew instinctively what it did ,probably because the technique was imprinted within his mind.
Stab someone with it and take something from them.
Not copy. Take.
An ability. An attribute. Something that belonged to them and would belong to him instead.
He filed that away carefully.
"My technique is busted but I am not strong , not yet. I still have a long way to go" he said while looking at his empty hand.
Compared to the likes of gojo and sukuna, even if he pulled EA they would just kill him before using it
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Before sunrise even came yuta already sneaked back to the house.it was still. His parents' door was closed which had been more common lately, as though the act of shutting it was a form of protection...
He moved through the hallway without making a sound and went to his room.
Instead of sleeping as he should.yuta chose to sit cross legged on his bed and circulated cursed energy the way he did every morning
running it through his arms and legs and back out again in a slow and deliberate manner to refine the flow, smooth the rough edges.
He pretended to not be affected by his parents fear towards him yet everytime his father passed him in the hallway without speaking or whenever his mother placed food on the table and found reasons to be in another room while he ate.
He felt a slight tinge of pain tightly squeezing his hearts, yet he couldn't get himself to blame them.
Yumi always found him after dinner. She slipped into his room with that practiced stealth of hers and sat beside him without asking permission.
She didn't try to fix anything. She just showed up and that single act mattered more than any comforting words.
He let her stay until she fell asleep against his shoulder then carried her back to her room.
Okkotsu kept his distance from everything else. The further he stayed from family warmth or coldness the less Rika had to protect.
It wasn't the right solution , rather it was the only one he had right now.
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He was mid circulation when Rika manifested.
Not gradually but all at once, full presence, her attention snapping to the window with an intensity that dropped the temperature immediately.
Yuta jumped to his feet before he'd consciously decided to move.
He felt it a half second after she did.
An Enormous amount of Cursed energy and it was moving his way. crossing to the window to look out he spotted it two streets away .
The cursed spirit was enormous , the kind of thing that didn't bother hiding because nothing in its experience had ever required it to.
Its body a mass of misshapen flesh and too many limbs, tentacles trailing behind it as it moved. It had no face that made conventional sense but it was looking directly at him.
Hunger and direction he could clearly feel it. It definitely hadn't wandered here.It had followed something.
"My cursed energy" he said quietly as realization hit him hard. "I drew it in."
Rika moved toward the window.
"No." He said it before she could act. "Stay here, protect everyone ."
She turned to look at him.
"I need to handle this myself" he said with a comforting confidence. "Unless I call for you you don't intervene. Understood?"
The queen of curses regarded him with that grief worn look of hers.
Then she settled back.
He took that as agreement and went out the window.
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hitting the street two floors down with reinforced legs and he immediately stood up and kept moving.
The cursed spirit turned to follow him immediately. leading it away from the residential streets was the best decision,
Yuta cut through side streets and empty lots until the city thinned out and the park opened up ahead.
Public park. Late enough that it was empty and enough open space to move.
"Good enough, this should do"
He stopped in the middle of the grass and turned around.
The cursed spirit came through the tree line and stopped.
They looked at each other.
Then it moved.
Fast , faster than something that size had any right to be, tentacles launching forward as it closed the distance.
He sidestepped the first strike and felt the air displacement of the second pass his ear. The impact when a tentacle hit the ground sent tremors through the grass.
He kept moving.
It was quick but it telegraphed. Big things usually did . The momentum required to move that mass meant commitment, and commitment meant readable patterns.
He watched it for thirty seconds without attacking, just moving, letting it show him what it had.
Tentacles for range. Raw strength at close quarters. Moderate tracking speed.
"Trace on."
Excalibur came back immediately ,steadier than before, the image sharper now that he'd spent hours with it. The plasma edge cast its pale light across the darkness.
He went in.
The first tentacle came down and he cut through it without breaking stride. The plasma edge divided it cleanly, cursed energy cauterizing the cut before it could regenerate. The spirit recoiled and Yuta was already inside its reach.
He moved through it methodically. A cut here. A step there. Relying on the huge difference in speed and strength, yuta dismantled all of the curse's attempts at crashing him.
three minutes later.
He stood in the empty park and let Excalibur fade. His breath was slightly uneven not because of actual exhaustion, his young body was still incapable of handling such taxing physical activities.
As the little child leaned against a tree to rest a rift in space appeared and it grew quickly forming a portal
He didn't take a second to react,
Yuta immediately had his hand on the ring before the figure finished stepping through.
But Rika moved faster.
She didn't wait. Didn't calculate. The moment the portal tore open and the unknown presence stepped through she erupted
In her full form vast , cold and furious, the temperature in the park dropped ten degrees in a single second.
She placed herself between Yuta and the robed figure with the specific finality of something that had already decided how this ended.
The Ancient One stopped.
She looked at Rika not with fear nor with the frozen terror that Rika's full presence produced automatically in everyone who encountered it.
She looked at her the way you look at weather acknowledging it, assessing it, entirely unmoved.
She raised one hand casually, almost dismissively and Rika stopped in her track.
Not slowed. Not pushed back. Stopped. Every tendril of cursed energy, every degree of cold, every ounce of the vast terrible presence she'd been building held completely. As though the air itself had become walls.
Silence.
The Ancient One didn't look away from Rika immediately.Something moved through her expression brief and unreadable, and it was gone before Yuta could name it.
As though she'd reached out to still a storm and felt something unexpected underneath it. Something that made her look just a fraction longer than the situation required.
Then she lowered her hand.
And looked at him.
"She will need to learn restraint" she exclaimed calmly. "As will you."
Rika settled slowly and drifted back to Yuta's side. Her eyes stayed fixed on the Ancient One. But she didn't move again.
Yuta stared at the small robed woman who had just stopped a special grade cursed spirit with a single casual gesture.
He let go of the ring but just in case he was ready to make a binding vow and pull out Yamato even if he was dying he will fight to the end.
"Who are you,"
"Someone who has been watching you for some time. Since before you came to this body."
He went very still. That woman knew about him that much but how is that possible
Looking closer he recognized that face.
Not like he knew her personally or anything, he'd never even met her, never could have. But Sunny had spent enough nights on a worn out couch with a laptop balanced on his knees to recognize the woman standing in front of him. The robes. The composure. The specific quality of stillness that belonged to someone who seen the depth of the abyss
The Ancient One.
The Sorcerer Supreme. And Guardian of Earth. A character from a franchise he'd watched bettwen shifts , eating cold rice out of a container and thinking the magic system was genuinely interesting.
A fictional character.
Except she was standing in front of him in a park in Japan at two in the morning having just stopped a special grade cursed spirit with one hand.
The same cold water recognition that had hit him in the void of his reality marble, his technique, the hill of a thousand swords hit him again now.
This world wasn't just JJK.
Of course it wasn't. Of course it was bigger than that. He'd been so focused on surviving inside one framework that he hadn't stopped to ask what else existed outside it.
The answer was apparently everything.
He took a deep breath to relax his muscles
"You're the Sorcerer Supreme" he stated as a matter of fact.
"Yes" The hooded woman continued. "You carry something that doesn't belong to this world. Several things actually. And the weight of that is beginning to affect the balance of the world.
The spirit you just defeated found you because of what you are and it will not be the last."
He thought about it carefully he was an anomaly potentially a paradox. Someone with the ability to alter the fate of the world.
Him existing will make curses stronger just like satoru gojo did ... Only difference is this world has things more terrifying then curses and spirits, gods aliens and even demons...
The Ancient One watched him work through it without interrupting.
"I want to guide you," she said. "Teach you to control what you carry so that the people around you stop paying the price for your existence."
The words landed exactly where she'd aimed them.
He was quiet for a long moment.
"I'll train with you," he said. "But I won't take the title. Whatever you're building toward Sorcerer Supreme or whatever that's not mine."
The Ancient One looked at him.
Something in her expression shifted not surprise, but the specific quality of someone hearing an echo of something familiar.
"You always say that," she said quietly.
He blinked. "What?"
"I have a candidate already," she continued, moving past it smoothly. "For the title."
Strange came to mind immediately arriving before he'd consciously reached for it.
"Strange?" he muttered under his breath yet the trained ears of the ancient one picked iup.
She looked at him with something unreadable.
"It's too early for him.He's not ready yet."
Now that's weird, if not strange who could it be Stark? Too arrogant and even if he wasn't it's unlikely he will actually accept... Could it be Doom... God please no.
He scratched his head in frustration as he filed that away for future him to deal with.
"Alright,I'll come with you."yuta agreed easily after all his existence is a threat to his family." But there is something I need to do first."
" Take your time, you will find me here". The ancient one nodded in understanding And left it at that.
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The house was dark when he slipped back through his window. He stood in his room for a moment taking in the familiar shape of it the desk, the shelf, the small details of a life that had become his.
He got a piece of paper and wrote two letters.
The first was short., for his parents. He told them he was going somewhere safe. That he was sorry for the fear the last months had brought into this house. That none of it had been their fault. He told them Rika would be gone with him and that he would come back in the future.
The second letter took longer.
For Yumi...
He told her the truth , well not all of it, she was nine and some truths had weight limits, but enough was written.
He told her about the cursed spirits. About Rika. About the woman who had come to teach him. He told her that leaving was the safest thing he could do for her right now.
Yet the most important thing he said was about the promise. It will be fulfilled and he was confident in it more than ever now that he learned of magic existing.
Promising bring her something back once every while.He folded both letters and left them on the kitchen table where they'd be found in the morning,before going back to the park.
Rika drifted beside him in the darkness in total silence.
Yuta stared at her as if trying to analyze what did the sorcerer supreme do yet he couldn't find anything out of the ordinary.
In a swirl of Golden Sparks a portal formed and the other side the Ancient One was waiting.
Okkotsu looked at it for a moment the light on the other side, the impossible to ignore ancient architecture of a place that existed outside every rule he'd built his understanding on.
Then he walked through