Remarkable…
It was… indescribable!
Unknowingly to him, Kenjaku found himself lying on the grass, basking in the sun within the new body he obtained. The brat was actually dying so it was not wonder why he sacrificed himself to be his new shell. But it was a quick heal on Kenjaku's part, but, it was the moment he used curse energy when it felt… different.
In fact, the world around him appeared different. He couldn't quite understand it. At the same time, he felt… amazing!
Everything was broader, more detailed than before. Cultivating curse energy was simple and effortless. It is for a sorcerer anyways, but he could see the energy, how it is absorbed into the body and used to make their own power.
"This world is mine for the taking!" he decreed as he stretched himself out. "Now then, I best be going. I have to find that abomination before… hmm… I wonder…"
He could pick up memories in his host, and one was faded but interesting enough to come to mind.
The Toorus had gathered in a small village, North from where he was standing and at the same time, something else was lingering among them… something powerful and strong…
#
The journey took the rest of the day.
However, when he arrived, Kenjaku froze. There wasn't a curse in sight!
This land was dark, decaying and unsolvable. Yet just looking at it now, it has become lush and green, the people were no longer suffering and yet… it felt so wrong to him!
He made his way into the village with caution, yet the moment he arrived, some of the villagers saw him. "Tatsu!"
Ah, that's the name of his shell.
He smiled warmly to the villagers. "Sorry I am late, I got a little lost out there…" he lied.
He was welcomed in without hesitation, apparently tonight there was a feast to celebrate the final cleansing of the land. He was surprised to how many Toorus were around, and even more so as to the villagers. From what he could remember, most of the people were killed here from the curses, that or humans are more resilient than before.
It didn't matter.
He wondered his way through the crowds, he was able to fit in with great ease as the family didn't think much of his presences, however, he kept peering about, looking for the abomination.
After all, he felt dense curse energy here. Like a rock obstructing the flow of it. Something was here that drew such power into themselves.
It has to be it!
Yet, as he wondered about, he found it strange as the children were gathering one another up, whispers were heard and they were quick to excuse themselves. The villagers and humans followed suit.
Kenjaku knew something was wrong, since all eyes came upon him now.
"Would you care to explain yourself?"
He paused as a short woman who appeared a little stout stood before him. She bore long and yet wavy black hair, her eyes were piercing hazel oddly enough, and yet, he felt them dig into his very shell!
"Hi Auntie, I am sorry I was late…"
"Enough" she said in a warning tone. "I don't care who you think you are, but how DARE you take my nephew's body!"
He kept it cool, it's not the first time someone has tried to call him out on being a body thief. "Auntie, it's me, I swear!"
She bore this 'Oh, really?' look to him.
"I'll prove it!" Kenjaku decreed.
"Don't bother, because…" she suddenly surged with curse energy, she then extended her arms out as more of it began to come forth and absorb into her! He… has never seen anything like it before!
Such power this woman has, she can obtain curse energy from those… no… it's more than that! She's absorbing techniques!
"This proves it, you are not my nephew." She said.
"What?"
"Your curse energy wasn't added to what was given, this is my technique, synergy. Those who are family to me, I can obtain their talent until I use it in battle. I can use it once and that is all until I absorb it again. But you, never gave such power… you are a lire… therefore, you need to ask yourself… why am I still standing in the presences of this family when I just insulted them?"
Ah, so that's it… that's her technique…
He was about to speak until he saw it, from the corner of his eye, he got a glimpse of him. A small child with two eyes on one side of his face. Granted, it was a side profile but he knew it than and there, it was him! The abomination he has been looking for!
But, didn't the elders say he was a wild child?
Also, this child ate the horses who were to bring him here… no one would have such a mindset to do so unless…
#
He woke up.
Blindsided suddenly, not even Kenjaku could remember how he got to where he was, and in the old man body he possessed before no less.
But he saw him.
That boy… that abomination…
He then suddenly got a memory from the Tooru, the name of the child since, after all, that shell did tend to him a few times.
But he got the name of it, and knew from that moment on, he had to unleash this sorcerer upon the world, he could feel it would bring about a new age of jujutsu.
So, from that moment on, Kenjaku focused solely on that child.
Ryomen Sukuna.