Clan Kamo (加茂一族 Kamo Ichizoku?), also known as the Kamo Family (加茂家 Kamo-ka?), is one of the three great existing clans.
The Kamo Clan is recognized as part of the Three Great Clans (御三家 Gosanke?) and is among the most prestigious clans. Due to their great prestige, they are close to the high ranks.
They made their name and the importance of the clan known during the Heian Period (794-1192), when they served as Onmyōji (陰陽師, lit. Master of Yin and Yang). Thanks to their long history, they are the only ones who practice traditional and orthodox jujutsu as such.
Like the rest of the Three Great Clans, they place great importance on techniques inherited from generation to generation and on social position within the world of jujutsu. Additionally, they deeply value traditions and blood ties.
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June 5, 1991, Kyoto.
In the Kamo Clan complex, in a dark traditional Japanese room, a woman was giving birth. She was surrounded by people assisting her while the surrounding women helped with the delivery.
The room had taken on a heavy and cold atmosphere. The first baby was born, with pale blond hair—a baby who seemed normal. The midwives passed the baby to one of the men present, who, with his cold hands, took the child and rocked him in his arms as he cried.
Outside the room, a man leaned against the wall, his eyes closed and his brow deeply furrowed. His long black hair fell to his waist, tied in a ponytail.
On the other side, one of his many lovers from the clan was giving birth. For him, as the current leader of the clan, resorting to one of his lovers to obtain the clan's precious blood manipulation was unacceptable. However, he had no choice—he had to do what was necessary for the good of the clan, to be on par with the other clans.
The Zenin Clan already had an heir to the Projection Technique, and the Gojo Clan had Satoru Gojo and the Six Eyes—a baby who seemed promising in every way, someone who, once grown, could be the strongest. Meanwhile, the Kamo Clan had nothing. They were fading into the past, as a clan that could have been, but wasn't.
Now, the responsibility of saving the clan fell on him.
When his official wife did not give birth to an heir with blood manipulation, the power-hungry elders plotted and conspired against him. His baby "accidentally died" from suffocation while sleeping because he was not born with the blood manipulation technique. His wife was devastated, but the elders gave her no respite; they placed enormous pressure on his shoulders.
If an heir with blood manipulation was not born, he would be removed from his position as clan head and relegated to a mere servant—precisely what the elders wanted, eager for the power they so desperately craved.
It was a desperate situation. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he were deposed. His babies, if not born with a cursed technique like blood manipulation, would be killed, and his wife would either die or suffer unimaginable consequences.
He could already imagine the elders breathing down his neck if his children were not born with the Blood Manipulation Technique.
"What technique does he have, Yoshida?" The current leader of the Kamo Clan asked Yoshida Kamo, a respected member of the clan, known for his ability to detect others' rituals through the use of blood. It could be considered a low-level blood manipulation, but one that could not be used in combat.
Secretly, the leader was tense about what kind of technique his child would have—something that would define not only the child's future but also his own as a member of the Kamo Clan.
Yoshida Kamo placed two fingers on the child's forehead and, with his meticulous manipulation of cursed energy, transformed a fine tendril of it into a small blood needle. Gently, the needle pierced the small child's forehead, just enough to extract some of his blood. Since a sorcerer's cursed technique resides in the brain, the only way to obtain information was for Yoshida to extract blood from the area closest to the brain. Although there is no blood inside the brain itself, the skin on the forehead does contain it, and that was more than enough.
At one time, Yoshida Kamo could have been considered a potential clan leader due to his blood manipulation technique. However, because it was not designed for battle and due to his disinterest in combat or matters of high status, he was relegated to a servant.
Even so, no one ever dared to act against him due to his importance in the Jujutsu community. It was said that he was the one who could eliminate the waiting time for other clans to determine a baby's cursed technique at birth with just a single prick. Because of this, Yoshida Kamo was often hired to reveal a baby's technique in exchange for a large sum of money. Of course, not before being forced to make a binding vow, ensuring that he would never reveal any information. In return, the Kamo Clan would never suffer an attack from the other major clans as long as he lived.
The advantage of this technique was that the closer the extracted blood was to the brain, the more information Yoshida could obtain about the baby. This could have been an incredible asset in battle, so some clans were grateful that, in the end, Yoshida had no interest in combat or Jujutsu itself. His only connection to Jujutsu was this particular function.
He gently withdrew his hand and returned the child to the midwife.
The baby cried as Yoshida remained deep in thought, letting the infant's blood sample fall into his mouth and tasting it.
The mother was still pale, still pushing. It seemed a second baby was about to be born, which both surprised and alarmed Yoshida.
And that wasn't the only thing that shocked him—automatically, after a moment, the name of the baby's technique was revealed in his mind.
"You were lucky, my friend..." Yoshida said, which made the man sigh with relief, a sigh he didn't know he had been holding in.
"He was born with blood manipulation," Yoshida said, causing the man behind the door to let out a final sigh of relief and walk away, not without first informing: "I'll go tell the elders, today is a great day for our Kamo clan."
With his words muted and tired, the current leader of the Kamo clan walked away.
"YOSHIDA-SAN!! YOSHIDA-SAN!!" said one of the midwives in alarm, which made Yoshida's gaze return to the woman giving birth. However, his eyes widened as he saw the woman holding a second baby.
'When did this one arrive? Did this baby not cry?' he thought, as he had been too focused on the baby with blood manipulation, momentarily forgetting about the other baby on the way. Yoshida's thoughts shifted when he saw the child's black hair, as black as the night itself.
Yoshida quickly grabbed the baby from the midwife's hands and took it with him. The moment he made contact with the child, an oppressive cursed energy emerged from it, causing cracks to form all over the room from the force with which it was emanating. Yoshida had to grit his teeth because he felt that the energy was too strong for a normal baby, though this baby was far from normal. To awaken cursed energy without even being aware of its existence—he didn't think that had ever been seen before. However, once the energy settled, he noticed it was not hostile, just out of control.
One of the servants, who was standing at the door of the room, observed everything without flinching, but there was a slight bead of sweat on her forehead from admiration and amazement, masked in an emotionless, docile expression.
Yoshida tried to discern the child's technique, but he would do so in a way he didn't expect. As he attempted to extract blood, he noticed that the child's blood, in response to his cursed energy, blocked the fine blood needle he was trying to push through its forehead.
Yoshida knew what he was witnessing was blood manipulation. Could it be...? Were there two blood manipulators born into the Kamo clan? Had God heard the prayers of the clan and sent His divine hand to save them from the clan's impending downfall?
He wasn't certain, but Yoshida was sure that with these two little ones, the current clan leader could rest easy. Perhaps, even if he didn't, his children would change the course of the clan. These two little ones would change the Kamo clan, which was heading toward absolute ruin, and maybe even change the world of Jujutsu.
The servant, who was also at the back of the room, observed all this and theorized that this baby also possessed blood manipulation. So, she quickly left the room, excusing herself by saying she would bring water to clean the baby and clean towels to wipe the mother's sweat from her forehead.
Yoshida stared at the woman who left the room, knowing that she had been specifically placed there to watch over them, with strict orders from the clan elders.
.....
The leader of the Kamo clan stood in the middle of a dark room, with five men seated on a tatami around him. His posture was calm, almost confident, as if he knew what was to come next.
"Tanaka..." said one of the elders in a cold, tense voice. His hoarse tone conveyed arrogance and confidence as he looked at Tanaka Kamo.
"We congratulate you, Tanaka, you've saved the clan from a darker future," spoke another of the elders. Their faces were unreadable, as they wore cloths with kanjis covering their faces, as if they were divine beings above all else. Words like "pillar," "dragon," and "rock" were embroidered on the cloths.
They already knew about the birth of the children before Tanaka had the chance to mention it; that's how controlling they were.
"Not only did you give birth to a blood manipulation user, but you gave the clan two users. Well done, you should be proud," they said, in a cold voice, almost devoid of emotion. They were like puppets, but there was a slight connotation of arrogance in their voices.
It was news that made them happy, almost too happy.
"Now we must nurture those children, make them strong, so they can carry the ideals of the clan and preserve our honorable customs through the years."
'Ideals?' thought Tanaka Kamo, the current leader of the Kamo clan, as he mentally scoffed at the elder's words. It was obvious that they wanted their ancient doctrines to remain alive, but that was something Tanaka had to do if he wanted to stay alive. Those "ideals" were what had led the clan to its current state. They were not like the Gojo clan, which incorporated new blood into their ranks with civilian members, ensuring that, if necessary, a Six Eyes user would be born.
With a bow, Tanaka spoke: "I'm happy that you're pleased with our heirs of the blood manipulation technique."
Tanaka wanted to speak as little as possible with the elders. He didn't want to make early claims saying that his children would be the most powerful, as there was still a need to see what kind of people they would grow to be and if they would ever have enough potential to stand alongside the strongest.
But then, Tanaka recayed in his words.
'Heritors? Two?' Tanaka's mind went blank. He had been so tense and immersed in the worry that only one member of the Kamo clan with Blood Manipulation would be born, that he didn't know his lover had given birth to another heir.
But just to make sure he had heard correctly, he asked once more.
"Excuse me, honorable elders," Tanaka's voice was polite as he looked at the elders directly. "It may seem a bit foolish, but may I ask something?"
One of the elders nodded for him to continue.
"You said, heirs. Has another member inherited the Blood Manipulation and I didn't know about it?"
The elder with the dragon kanji on the cloth over his face spoke. "You didn't know? Well, what can we expect from someone like you?" His voice was cold, almost resentful as he spoke, barely hiding his contempt for Tanaka. "After the first Blood Manipulation user was born, another came. A baby of yours, who, the moment Yoshida held him, immediately unlocked his cursed energy."
Ignoring those words calmly, which earned him a growl from the elder, Tanaka was genuinely shocked.
At such words, Tanaka froze. 'Is that even possible? What's happening...?' Tanaka's mind went blank a second time that night.
Regaining his composure and noticing that the elders saw he had recovered from his shock, they nodded and continued with the meeting.
"One of your children seems to promise a lot..." The elder with the dragon kanji on his cloth spoke, making Tanaka tense. The temperature dropped several degrees. "Dragon," as he was known, was the most ruthless elder, someone who didn't hesitate to kill his own son for trying to depose him from his position.
He was someone who only cared about the potential of cursed techniques.
"Yes, that seems to be the case..." Tanaka said, who had previously seemed docile, now turned into someone cold and serious. "But I will take care of training them. Despite having no experience with Blood Manipulation, I will guide them on the path of what it means to be a true Kamo and a true Jujutsu sorcerer, so, with all due respect, you need not worry about that..."
But before he could finish, the elder sharply responded: "No need. After all, we cannot allow a failure of the clan, and someone lacking leadership skills like you, to now train those born directly for the use of sorcery."
Tanaka was angry, too angry with those stupid elders. How dare they? It was thanks to him that the clan could remain a worthy clan, thanks to his Water and Earth Manipulation technique.
It was unacceptable. How ungrateful and arrogant could these stupid, outdated elders be? Not only did he help keep the clan standing, but he had also given them not one, but two heirs with Blood Manipulation, completely revitalizing the clan.
How dare they? How dare they now try to deny him the right to shape his children the way he wanted them to be shaped? Unacceptable!
Tanaka remained silent, his irritation visible as his cursed energy exploded. This caused the elders to tense slightly, but they still felt secure. It was 5 against 1, and it wasn't something they were going to lose easily.
But even so, they didn't trust it completely. While the years of experience on their shoulders made them wiser, it also made them weaker. They knew they could lose; they were no longer the same as in their youth. They were not as fast or as strong as they once were, and they knew it.
"I may respect you, honorable elders, but still, no one will interfere with how I raise my children." Tanaka's voice was dry, warning the elders that they could win a fight against him, or they could lose it, but either outcome would be costly for them.
"No need to get upset," said the elder with the Kanji for rock on his face. "We won't interfere with how you raise your children, Tanaka. However, we will ensure that we assist in their education so they follow the clan's ideal." His voice was calming and resolved, trying to avoid a fight that could result in potential losses for both sides.
"This is a time of happiness, our clan is being reborn. Now is when we must be more united than ever," spoke the elder with the Kanji of pillar, whose voice was the harshest among them.
Tanaka stayed calm but kept his guard up, crossing his arms over his chest, and maintaining his energy bubbling around him.
"That woman... you must get rid of her," said the elder with the Kanji for dragon once again, seeming calm, but underneath his tone was an immeasurable hatred, perfectly concealed.
The reason was that not only Tanaka Kamo was formidable and a skilled sorcerer, but he had also done something that the elder could not: have heirs of the blood technique.
"I know what I'll do with her," Tanaka remarked, turning around and leaving the room, abruptly ending the meeting.
The tension in the clan could be cut with a knife. Almost everyone knew that with this meeting, everything had gotten out of control. They would need to gain control over the blood manipulation heirs in some way, and they already had an idea of how...
When they spoke of the mother of his children, Tanaka felt there was nothing more to debate. They wanted to control him in some way, and he wasn't going to let that happen.
However, that woman could no longer stay in the clan. She was constantly in danger by being there, and he knew it. At any moment, the elders would use her as a potential advantage to manipulate his children and control them like puppets.
For a time, nothing was heard about the Kamo clan. Drowned in the shadows, like another Jujutsu clan in history, it was believed that at the rate they were going, it was only a matter of time before their embers were extinguished in the history of the Jujutsu world. However, when the news spread like wildfire through the Jujutsu world, the other clans were surprised.
How improbable was it for two to be born in the same era? Well, it was like two Six Eyes users being born, or two Projection Technique users, or two users of the Ten Shadows Technique.
That's how improbable it was that two Blood Manipulation users were born. Naobito Zenin, an experienced sorcerer who had lived surrounded by powerful sorcerers before dethroning them and taking the position of leader in the Zenin Clan, was not concerned. In fact, he didn't care, because he knew that this technique didn't have enough potential compared to the Projection technique or the Ten Shadows technique. And the Gojo clan... well, they didn't care either, because they had their Six Eyes, which had recently reappeared. But Naobito was thinking about other things...
Specifically, he was thinking about the Gojo clan.
Why was all this happening right now? Two Blood Manipulation users and one Projection Technique user, his son.
Was some apocalyptic future about to unfold, and that's why the "world's saviors" were being born now to protect them from what was to come?
Whatever it was... he didn't care.
Naobito's smile was serene. He didn't expect something like this to happen, but he was simply a spectator in the grand scheme of things. The Kamo clan should be happy, as it didn't seem like they were going to sink anytime soon...
And Naobito was right.
The Kamo clan was euphoric, almost in a state of ecstasy. They thanked heaven and earth that their prayers had saved them from absolute decay. The clan elders were sure that God had heard their prayers, and now these babies were born to save the Kamo clan.
And one of its members reflected...
The mixture of emotions in Yoshida Kamo was palpable. He was worried, relieved, but also happy. It was incredible what was happening. He was fascinated by the fact that a Six Eyes user had been born recently, and in the same way, a Projection Technique user had also entered the world. And now, two users of Blood Manipulation were born in the same era. Normally, something like this would only happen in the Heian era, and not even then, since the last time births with such overwhelming potential were reported was during that period. Since then, the Kamo clan had begun to fall into darkness, and it didn't seem like they could be saved anytime soon.
But now, more than 1,000 years later, something extraordinary was happening, and everything seemed to converge in a surprising event in the history of Jujutsu: the birth of two Blood Manipulation users within the Kamo family.
The woman in the bed smiled softly as she held her two babies. The one with blonde hair, Nakaoshi Kamo, was marked by the name she had given him. She was aware that this name belonged to someone who had committed atrocities in a past era, so reluctantly, she was forced to change it. Instead of Noritoshi, she called him Nakaoshi.
Her second son was Makoto, a boy with shiny black hair, whose cursed energy was so exuberant it seemed to be overflowing from his being. This boy, the second to arrive, was the one who, together with his brother, had saved her life. Makoto bore the name of her father, a man who had tried to distance her from the clan, but had never succeeded. He had been a hero to her, but the clan elders had killed him, as they were too controlling of their members. They couldn't fathom the idea of someone from their clan giving birth to a Blood Manipulation user beyond their control. If something like this had happened without the clan knowing, they were convinced their decline would have been inevitable. But now, she could say with certainty that the elders were prouder than ever to have kept her within the clan. If this had happened without them detecting it, they would probably regret it deeply.
But now, it didn't matter. She was responsible for saving the Kamo clan. She was sure that her son Nakaoshi would cleanse the clan's name, and together with his brother, they would change the Jujutsu world forever.
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In a dark room, the faint glow of candles flickered softly with every breath of air that filtered through the windows, refreshing the bustling night.
A man, seated in the shadows, waited patiently for the arrival of his guest. His calm smile remained unchanged as his refined senses detected the slight vibrations in the floor, an unmistakable sign that the wait was over.
The sliding door of the tatami room opened slowly, and a tall man, his face concealed by a white cloth, sat directly in front of him.
"And how have things gone?"
Without haste, the mysterious host took a sip of his tea and observed his visitor: one of the most respected elders of the Kamo clan, known as the "Dragon Elder" or, as some preferred to call him, the "Elder Dragon."
"Two were born..." The elder slightly lifted the cloth covering his face to drink his tea.
A cold breeze swept through the room, making the atmosphere even denser. Silence stretched between the two men, allowing the weight of those words to settle in.
A low laugh emerged from the hooded man, who rested his face on one hand.
"Two, huh?... That's quite unusual..."
It had not been seen since the Heian era. Without a doubt, this was a sign. Not only was the Gojo clan's child more protected than ever, but a user of blood manipulation had also been born… No, two.
Interesting. At the very least, it seemed that fate, once again, was trying to place obstacles in his path, preventing his plans from coming to fruition. But that only meant one thing: he was close. The rebirth of a new era of sorcery was imminent. "He" would be pleased to have a few rivals to play with.
"Great Ancestor..."
The Dragon Elder was eager to know what the next step of his great ancestor would be. He was concerned, unsure how to approach such an anomaly, and he wanted answers.
"Don't worry..."
The voice of the Great Ancestor resonated with wisdom as he slowly leaned back against the wall, settling in with the confidence of someone who had already planned everything. He yawned peacefully, with no rush.
"I will keep one of the Kamo siblings, preferably the weaker one. Kill him and bring me his corpse. I'll need a new vessel soon, as this one is nearing its expiration date."
He distractedly looked at his hand with a smile.
"But it must be done subtly. We don't need them to suspect you right now... although that's probably what will happen, and you might be the first suspect. With the number of people vying for the head of the Kamo clan, you'll have plenty of allies to cover for you, and Tanaka, no matter how skilled he is, won't have any proof to accuse you. If he fails to find evidence, he'll likely be ridiculed and only gain the clan's distrust."
He laughed dryly.
"Just imagine accusing one of the most prestigious figures of a clan and ending up in ridicule."
A slight gust moved his hood, revealing a scar-shaped cut crossing his forehead, stitched with macabre precision.
"Great Ancestor, I only hope you remember our binding vow..."
The voice of the Dragon Elder remained steady as he slowly rose from his tatami.
"Relax... everything is in motion. There are just too many inconveniences here and there, but that's nothing... once 'he' returns, everything will return to order..."
His gaze darkened.
"This is your final move before you die..."
The elder of the Kamo clan, although revered, was on the edge of his destiny. In thirty years, this greedy elder would return to take control of the Kamo clan, challenging the current leader, while the Sacrifice Games unfolded alongside it. Then, not only he but thousands of reincarnated sorcerers would take Japan and bring the golden era of sorcery back to the world.
However, there was an unbreakable condition. His binding vow ensured that the Kamo clan would not suffer any loss or be affected by his plan. No member of the clan would be involved in the games, even if one of them entered the colonies.
To the Dragon Elder, this hooded man was a visionary, the great ancestor who would return glory to the Kamo clan. But for him... the old man was nothing more than a disposable pawn.
When he would eventually resurrect in his new body, he would challenge the clan leader and take their place as head of the Kamo clan.
"I understand, Great Ancestor..." The Dragon Elder nodded calmly and, without another word, turned to leave the room.
The Great Ancestor remained in his seat, the same sly smile on his face.
"So, two were born, huh?" His smile never left his face, and although it wasn't the most surprising thing, he was curious about what it would feel like to use blood manipulation.
He planned to use it as a backup vessel in case anything happened.
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19 September 1999
A boy with black hair was sitting on the branch of a tree in the courtyard of the famous Kamo clan compound. The wind blew through his hair, and his red eyes with black slits in the center gave him a fox-like appearance, while his slightly elongated canine teeth added a somewhat animalistic charm, yet a subtle wild allure.
"My name is Makoto Kamo, and I'm reincarnated."
I was reborn after being chased for half an hour by Truck-kun, who destroyed an entire city in his wake while screaming with its robotic shrill voice, "DID YOU PRAY TODAY." That left me with a deep lifelong trauma. Just imagine it: a truck that climbs walls and flies, chasing you while screaming things like that or constantly saying, "I just want somebody.... to hold my balls." But eventually, I gave up and accepted my fate, sending myself to the afterlife. It turned out that, since I had entertained Truck-kun enough, he decided to send me to the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, a world I only knew about up until the Shibuya Incident.
Not before sending me off with 6 wishes.
Yes, six wishes, but each one is divided by abilities.
Here's how it worked.
I would get 2 abilities for techniques, 3 for physical capabilities, and 1 for something random.
The first was a character roulette; it was somewhat boring but also fun. The first ability I got after spinning the wheel came from the world of Naruto.
The Fourth Hokage, Namikaze Minato.
It wasn't that great, but it wasn't bad either, you know? By Jujutsu world standards, I don't think Minato's abilities or knowledge are enough.
And to my bad luck, it was the only ability I would have access to when I was reborn.
The second was Ban, from the world of Nanatsu No Taizai. That one was pretty good. I was immortal, so I wouldn't have to worry about fighting with all my strength if I faced Sukuna. I wouldn't die unless I fought Sukuna while inside Megumi's body. That would be a problem, as Mahoraga could adapt. If somehow Mahoraga found a way to adapt to my immortality, the fight would become a race against time.
(Author's Note: I want to point out that there will be a rewrite of Mahoraga's adaptation ability in this story. As many know, and those who have read the manga to the end, Sukuna managed to defeat Gojo because he learned from Mahoraga's cut, the one that severed Gojo's arm. I think that method of winning is a bit nonsensical. Sukuna may be the greatest prodigy in the history of Jujutsu, but even that doesn't justify him learning from a single cut he saw just once, almost at the end of the fight. It's a bit silly. Therefore, in this story, I'll change the adaptation mechanic, which I think Gege should have done in the original story. Instead of the user of the Ten Shadows needing to learn from Mahoraga's shikigami, the adaptations Mahoraga makes will be transmitted as a technique to the user. For example, if Mahoraga adapts to Gojo's Infinity and manages to break through it, that attack Mahoraga used will turn into a technique for the user. However, that version will be unrefined, just a method the shikigami used to counter the target's technique. So, as Mahoraga keeps adapting to the enemy's technique, the technique will refine itself. (End Author's Note.)
The 3 physical abilities were three from one world. I got Naruto once again: Bijuu-level cursed energy, Hashirama Senju's physical ability, and Chuunin-level sensor.
Yeah, I know, it's a great deal, especially in a world like this, where there are beings like Sukuna, who is probably the one with the most cursed energy and the highest cursed energy production in this world.
Such an ability just made me more resistant to him.
As the air hit my face, I began to review everything I knew about the Jujutsu world and anime in general.
The madness of Geto and the attack on Jujutsu High to capture Rika, his death and Kenjaku's possession of his body at some unknown point, the attack on Jujutsu High by the curses (Hanami), the appearance of the special grade curse, the death of Yuji Itadori and his subsequent resurrection, and finally Shibuya.
With that knowledge and my blood manipulation, there's little I can do, because, to be honest, blood manipulation is more of a disadvantage than an advantage. It's one of the weakest abilities, if we look at it from the perspective of a young Noritoshi Kamo in the first season of Jujutsu Kaisen, but still, it all depends on how you use it.
For example, I've always wondered why, if the Kamos are able to manipulate blood, they've never used diseases in it to increase the chances that their enemy dies. For example, Hepatitis B, Hepatitis C, HIV/AIDS, Chagas disease, syphilis, malaria, etc. These diseases are transmitted through direct contact with infected blood or bodily fluids. They can also be transmitted through blood transfusion.
And although the excuse might be that they could get sick from constantly using these diseases as weapons, a sorcerer's body is special, and we still don't know if reverse cursed energy is capable of curing diseases; it likely could.
And if that doesn't work, they could expel the infected blood or replace it with new blood.
Or, as a last resort, make a binding vow to avoid getting sick and become either asymptomatic or carriers of the disease.
So, if they can manipulate it, they must be able to infect others through its use. Because, to be honest, no one in Jujutsu Kaisen ever wears gloves to fight other sorcerers.
If that's possible, I will definitely use that to my advantage to kill my enemies, but leaving that aside for now...
Right now, I am 8 years old, and I reside in the Kamo clan. My brother, Nakaoshi Kamo, also lived here, but he was killed a few years ago.
I never knew what happened to my mother, nor why my father sometimes acts so cold toward me, but based on the rumors that circulate within the clan, the likely fate of my mother was exile, probably.
The clan has high expectations of my technique, and every day I am forced to train harder and harder, to surpass other clans. This pressure mainly comes from my father.
I have a very tight schedule.
Physical combat and physical training.
General studies of the sorcery world, clan history, and philosophy (Clan Doctrine).
Training blood manipulation.
Bathing and sleeping.
For these 8 years, I've been subjected to this torturous and irritating lifestyle.
Lately, I've been thinking of running away from the clan, because, besides my father and me, there is no one here worth staying for.
But if I did, I'd have to deal with being pursued not only by the Kamo clan but also other clans like the Zenin.
If they found out that the Kamo bloodline is out there unprotected, they'd probably try to capture me, or worse, they might send Toji Zenin after me. And knowing that man, he'd do anything for money, even if it meant selling his own son, which would be really bad.
Still, I'm not sure what timeline I'm in.
From what I remember,
When Kamo was 18, the Shibuya Incident had already happened, so Kamo may belong to the generation of Megumi and Yuta.
So, probably, if I'm before the 2000s, the year Noritoshi Kamo was born, I belong to the generation of Gojo Satoru...
A sigh escaped my lips as I stretched out one of my hands, materializing a blood sphere in my palm and making it spin at high speed.
"Bloody Rasengan." The name of the technique slipped from my mouth as I grinned excitedly and foolishly.
Don't judge me... everyone would love to launch Rasengans like a psycho, just like the brainless blonde better known as Naruto...
Contrary to what many thought, blood manipulation was one of the most versatile techniques, or at least for me.
Not only could I materialize anything I imagined with my blood, but also, thanks to Ban's regeneration, I didn't have to worry about excessive blood loss, as it replenished almost instantly.
I could materialize almost anything I imagined with blood, and adding the Hiraishin technique, which allowed me to teleport anywhere almost instantly, opened up a range of opportunities to truly become powerful.
But as always in this world, it would be only beneath Satoru Gojo.
An idea crossed my mind as I jumped down from the tree and headed to a secluded spot away from the clan complex.
As I checked my surroundings, I realized no one was watching me.
I immediately channeled my energy in a subtle and controlled manner, wanting to see how far I could push my blood manipulation.
I imagined a monster with a pyramid-shaped head and imposing musculature, a being whose design I had loved in my past life.
The image of a humanoid monster from the Silent Hill franchise, which first appeared in Silent Hill 2, came to mind. Its red helmet and butcher's outfit reflected the executioners of the town's past, those who worshiped the rebirth angel, Valtiel, a villain I had loved since my early days in the Silent Hill universe. He was a manifestation of guilt and the desire for punishment in James Sunderland, existing to keep him human and to help him remember his past actions.
Once the creation was complete, I smiled proudly at my work and felt how the cursed energy in my body slightly decreased.
Pyramid Head wielded a large knife and a massive spear, weapons that characterized him as a unique character in the franchise.
With a grin, I circled around my creation enthusiastically, inspecting every detail from top to bottom. So far, I had only managed to manifest part of its power.
'If I were to rank my Blood Shikigami, it would probably be first-grade, at least in terms of physicality.'
A proud smile crossed my face as I observed the Blood Shikigami, standing in front of me, waiting for orders.
'I'll need to create a binding vow that lets me summon them with a hand seal.' Immediately, I thought of a hand seal to summon Pyramid Head.
However, before he could do anything, someone else entered the dojo.
His father, Tanaka Kamo, looked at him coldly, observing the figure behind his son.
"Did you really think you could channel cursed energy and I wouldn't notice, son? I wonder what you're hiding from your old father," Tanaka Kamo said, relaxing his expression as he approached one of his most promising sons to date.
After one of his sons died inexplicably shortly after birth, his protection of his only son, Makoto, became even more intense.
He was sure that the old "Dragon" had caused that as a form of revenge for not allowing his sons to be trained by him. But there was nothing he could do about it, not only because he had no proof but also because the other elders could turn the clan against him.
Makoto's mother had committed suicide just months after, unable to bear the weight of the death of one of her sons, which only fueled the fire within Tanaka.
For this reason, knowing that his remaining son, Makoto, would be the future leader of the clan, Tanaka was determined to make him strong. He would make him strong so that, in the name of his brother and himself, they could seek revenge once and for all.
To become strong, Tanaka believed that one had to treat their child coldly and ruthlessly, so they wouldn't end up soft like he was. Tanaka believed that if his son always saw him as a harsh and decisive leader, he would absorb that attitude like a sponge, even as a child.
Makoto was seen as the clan's hope after the death of his brother Nakaoshi, and because of his blood manipulation technique. However, what truly solidified his genius was the fact that his blood manipulation didn't seem to have any limits.
A skill that didn't appear to cause any wear on the user, making him different from previous blood manipulation users, and what immediately caught the attention of the entire Kamo clan.
This made him the hope and the new strongest user of the blood technique, at only 8 years old, thanks to his future potential.
At just five years old, Makoto was already capable of naturally manipulating cursed energy, without any difficulty, reaching an almost first-grade level. His ability allowed him to materialize shapes and figures at will, ones so detailed and complex that the most experienced Jujutsu practitioners immediately associated them with shikigamis—entities that the user could summon and control, despite them being mere figures made of blood.
As he watched his shikigami return to his side, Makoto let out a soft laugh, enjoying the perfection of his creation. He thought to himself, 'Hmm, this would be a good opportunity to ask my father to fight against my shikigami. That way, I can test the level of my creation'.
With a sly grin, aware of his father's exceptional combat skills, he didn't hesitate to make the request, eager to test his power while rubbing his hands together and grinning shamelessly.
Observing how Tanaka admired Pyramid Head's figure, Makoto seized the moment to ask curiously, "Is this your new shikigami, huh? I wonder what it can do." Tanaka's voice, though curious, reflected a slight intrigue as he contemplated his son's new creation.
Tanaka couldn't help but remember other creations of Makoto's, like that time the child had brought a man to life who manipulated blood through a pumpkin on his back. A chill ran down his spine as he recalled that encounter when the being, with the kanji for love on its forehead, had almost managed to finish him off. However, Tanaka's water and earth manipulation had allowed him to defeat it, though he soon discovered something unsettling: his shikigamis were becoming increasingly resistant to water. As his son summoned more and more creatures, they grew stronger and more refined, increasing the density of their bodies and the cursed energy they used, making water attacks less effective.
"Father, I'd like to make a proposal," said Makoto with a calm and polite voice, smiling diplomatically. Tanaka, seeing his son's sly smile, couldn't help but think that his son seemed far more mature than his age suggested, grinning in a way that reminded him of a corrupt politician.
Knowing what his son wanted, Tanaka responded calmly, "I'm more than willing to help you test your new creation, but after this, we need to talk." The calm smile on his face left no room for doubt, and at the same time, a certain seriousness began to permeate his tone. Both of them headed to the training field.
Upon hearing his father's words, Makoto raised an eyebrow, as it was rare for Tanaka to want to discuss something important after a training session. "Is there something going on this week that you want to tell me about, father?" Makoto asked, his voice showing no signs of anxiety, only a slight curiosity bubbling in his mind.
"Possibly," Tanaka replied, opening the door to the training field and stepping out. "But first, let's finish this once and for all, then I'll tell you what it is." His voice, though calm, carried a seriousness that indicated whatever he had to say was important.