WARNING! Massive spoilers for anime only fans.

Meiji era; approx. 150 years ago

Jujutsu Sorcerer Clan Meeting

A richly appointed meeting room greeted the 33rd head of the Tsuchii clan. There were very few surprises here, though he knew he was going to put a flaming brand into the Sorcerer world. He allowed his gaze to sweep the Zenin clan. They were always the stars, though personally, he thought that the sorcerers of the Gojo line were more talented on the whole.

"Tsuchii." The oldest of the Zenin contingent fixed his eyes on the younger clan head.

Tojiro dipped his head, "Zenin-sama." He pressed his glasses up over his large, dark eyes, and in the same motion tucked an errant lock of ruby-red hair behind his ear. The eldest Zenin watched him as he and his bodyguard selected a seat. The other, a burly man also wearing the small glasses that allowed both to see cursed spirits. Tojiro didn't bother to feel ashamed.

The other clans filed in, large contingents for the bigger clans, or just a single head and a bodyguard like himself. It didn't take too much more time for the meeting to begin. There were the usual topics: recent curse infestations, new forms of old curses, the locations for the schools had been finalized. How much money had been shelled out for various reasons. Almost as an afterthought, if any of their kind had been prisoned or sanctioned, what the crime was, and how desperate the family was to cover it.

Since no one here really trusted the others as far as Tojiro could throw old Zenin, these meetings always ended well before cocktails were served in the lobby. Just one more item of business, the clan rosters. Each head would get up, and if any children had been born with a bloodline trait, exceptional potential, or had been given a Heavenly Contract, they would be listed for the secretary to take note, so that each child was known to the others, and would be brought up, schooled, and sent to fight like a good little sorcerer.

Tojiro stilled his hands on the table, and waited for the secretary to call his name. It seemed the past year hadn't been great for births, so it hadn't taken much time for his turn to come.

"Of the Northwest Mountain Clan, please stand, Tsuchii-sama."

"Thank you. For the last thirty-two years, I have been the most powerful Jujutsu Sorcerer to be born in our clan. As many of you know, I cannot manipulate cursed energy. I wear spectacles designed to allow me to see cursed spirits at all." He paused, taking a deep breath. "I've called my clan together and we all agree. We formally renounce our name and commission."

Murmurs amid outright cries of shock greeted his statement. Tojiro waited for the hubbub to die down, "If there is a recurrence, we will of course send the child to you for training, if they wish it. We no longer wish the protection of this council nor to be a member of the same."

An elderly Gojo stood, "While I respect your decision, seeing that your bloodline has weakened, but you should be trying Restrictions and Pacts before just backing away."

"The clan was given the option to bind the youngest and I've broached the idea of finding spirits that would help us, but no one, myself included, wanted to countenance it. This is our right."

Old man Zenin stood. "Then your name is renounced amongst us. Any property of yours that is not currently owned by your families will revert to the original owners to be resettled by another clan or sold to the State. Any Cursed Weapons held in your trust will be returned. So is the word of the Eldest of the founders."

Tojiro tucked his glasses into his breast pocket and left the meeting.


AN/ Welcome to my JJK fic! Another attempt to push my boundaries, so please let me know how I'm doing. This chapter is short. The rest should be what I consider 'a good length'. It will also be first person. Next chapter we time skip to Tojiro's descendant, and our protagonist, Tori. You're welcome to PM me if you have questions.

For my friend and ever-lovin' beta - Mosevic who forces me to explain myself. Thank you!