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TOKYO JUJUTSU HEADQUARTERS CASE REPORT
7TH, APRIL, 2009
TOP-SECRET
On the 12th of February, 2009, a child possessing the Six Eyes was reported to have been born in the United States. The Gojo Clan remains unaware of his existence. Investigations confirm Satoru Gojo is the father, given records of his mission in Orlando, Florida, in May 2008. The child's cursed energy is weak and undetectable for now, but the potential implications are vast. For the security of Jujutsu Society, the following binding vows will be formed on every faculty member with clearance.
1: Informing Satoru Gojo about the child will result in an instantaneous death.
2: Informing any member of the Big Three Families about the child will result in an instantaneous death.
3: Informing any student of the Tokyo / Kyoto Jujutsu Technical Schools about the child will result in an instantaneous death.
4: Any unauthorized attempts to communicate with the child will result in an instantaneous death.
5: Leaking this document will result in an instantaneous death.
6: Informing ANY Jujutsu Sorcerer about the child will result in an instantaneous death.
Faculty members Yaga Masamichi, Gakuganji Yoshinobu, and Mr. Cameron Shaw are allowed access to this report, and will be briefed on the situation. Preparations for Operation Mantle are underway.
END REPORT
𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧: 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬
By: AnonWriterzzzz
Chapter 1: Shin Gojo Collins
Orlando, Florida, USA
September 3rd, 2024
6:50 AM
On a warm, late-summer morning in Orlando, Florida, the rising sun casted a golden hue over the quiet suburban streets. Fifteen-year-old Shin Collins made his solitary way toward Richard L. Scott High School, the scuff of his worn gray Converse being the only sound accompanying him. His black zip-up hoodie, a thrift shop find, hung loosely over a plain T-shirt, and his light blue jeans—two sizes too big—were held up by a well-worn black belt. A black Jansport backpack, slightly ripped around the edges, rested on both his shoulders. As he walked, an itching sensation botherd his head, Shin scratched at his bleach-white hair, wincing slightly as his fingers encountered a dry patche. A few flakes drifted down, and he frowned. Three days without water... he thought. The orphanage's utilities had been cut off again, and showers were a luxury they couldn't afford at the moment.
In his hoddies right pocket, Shin's cracked iPhone 6S played music through equally worn white apple earbuds. "Smile" by Lily Allen, a song he always went to during the mornings. British pop was his favorite music genre, and artists like Adele and George Michael were his go-to on the morning walks to school. His left pocket held precisely $2.16—just enough for a modest school lunch.
As he turned a corner, Shin looks up at the green street sign, "Murphy ST". Good, I'm not lost yet, thought Shin. The warm pavement radiated heat through the soles of his shoes. The neighborhood was still waking up, with only a scant few cars passing by. Shin glanced to his right and caught sight of a grotesque figure lurking near an apartment window—a cursed spirit, its horrifying form invisible to everyone but him. The creature's singular eye fixated on a couple inside, who were arguing over a stack of bills on their kitchen table. Shin raises his right arm, determined to exterminate such a vile monster, but he hesitates, and lowers it right back down.
Shin grimaced, a mix of pity and resignation washing over him. They're everywhere these days, he mused. The spirits were drawn to negative emotions, and lately, they seemed more numerous than ever. But interfering wasn't an option, he'd learned that the hard way many times already. With a slight shake of his head, he adjusted his backpack and continued down the street, he taps the volume control of the headphones, the music in his ears turned up just a little louder.
As he approaches the school grounds, he stops in his tracks. His heart slowly beats faster as his cursed energy begins to leak, and Shin begins to panic. He darts to a secluded allyway and reaches into the side pocket of his backpack, pulls out a black blindfold, and places it over his face. He begins wrapping the blindfold around his crystal-blue eyes. As he secured the knot, he felt the familiar sensation of ethereal chains weaving around his blindfold, binding it, and his unstable cursed energy in place. The chaotic surge within him began to subside, replaced by a hollow calm that left him both relieved and uneasy. He leaned against the cool brick wall, exhaling slowly.
Once he recollects himself, Shin exits the allyway, and enters the school grounds. He heads straight to the large metallic double doors separating the outside from the school, he goes through them, and the air conditioning of the school washes over Shin, the tiny drops of perspiration on his face drying in an instant. He makes a beeline straight for his locker and inputs the code he's been practicing to memorize.
"32-34... 36...?"
The locker does not budge. Shin groans in frustration as he swings over his backpack and rummages through his messy belongings to pull out a torn-off piece of paper with his locker number and combination scribbled on it. "Locker 1051: 32-34-36," it reads. Shin confusingly looks up and realizes he's been trying to open someone else's locker, locker 1049. Shin groans in frustration yet again and moves two lockers to his right and inputs the correct code into the correct locker. This time, the locker swings open. Shin places his backpack in his locker, removes his pencil and math notebook, and heads to first period: Algebra II with Mr. Thornburg. As he approaches the hallway, fellow students stare at Shin and begin to giggle. They have never seen a student wearing a blindfold like that, and ever since cursed energy was made public after the Shibuya Incident, many still have no idea about the vast complexities of cursed energy. Walking into the classroom, he greets his teacher and sits down in his seat. As the bell rings, Mr. Thornburg shuts the door behind him and makes an announcement to the class.
Mr. Thornburg: "Good morning, class. I hope you all had a great Labor Day weekend. Test grades from last week are in. Please take 5 minutes to check them while I prepare today's lesson."
Shin begins to worry. He is certain he did not do well on that test; he always struggled with variables. He pulls out his phone and opens the gradebook, and sees that his Algebra II grade has taken a nosedive from 96 to 74. He opens his grade and finds out he got a 48 on his exam. Shin puts his hand on his face and sighs. He then notices there is an electronic note attached to the test grade: "See me after class." Class carries on as normal, and a new unit is introduced. When the dismissing bell rings, Shin grabs his belongings and heads straight to Mr. Thornburg's desk. As Shin approaches, Mr. Thornburg looks up with a worried expression on his face.
Mr. Thornburg: "Shin, I am concerned about this test grade. Your past teachers described you as a star student. What happened?"
Shin: "I'm fine, Mr. Thornburg. Maybe I just didn't understand the way you teach."
Mr. Thornburg: "I don't appreciate you insulting my teaching like that. I think there is something going on. Are you sure everything's okay? You've been off lately..." He whispers.
Shin opens his mouth to say something, as if the words are trying to escape his mouth, but he bites his tongue.
Shin: "No, Mr. Thornburg, I'm fine. I promise I'll do better on the next test."
Shin turns around and leaves the classroom without giving Mr. Thornburg any time to respond. As he leaves, a small tear wells up under Shin's eye. He knows Mr. Thornburg is right, but he just can't say anything about it. He understands the implications.
Now, he makes his way to second period, his favorite class of the day: Orchestra. Shin has had a passion for the violin ever since he was a little boy. Not only was it a necessary way to stimulate his brain because of his Six Eyes, but Shin also enjoyed expressing himself through the way he played. Many label Shin as an orchestra kid because of this. As Shin approached the orchestra hall, he spotted his best friend, Michael Hill, leaning casually against a locker. Michael's face lit up when he saw him.
Michael: "Yo, Shin! Took you long enough."
Shin chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across his face.
Shin: "Trust me, if I could've skipped Algebra, I would have. Especially after that test."
Michael: "Don't remind me! I swear, Algebra is harder than it should be nowadays. I got a freaking 50."
Shin: "A 50? I got a 48."
They both burst into laughter, the shared misery somehow making the situation better.
Michael: "Well, if we're failing at least we're failing together. Brotherhood, right?"
Shin: "Always."
Shin shook his head, still smiling. As they entered the orchestra hall, the familiar scent of polished wood and resin greeted them. The chatter of students tuning their instruments filled the air. They continue chatting as they cross the room.
Shin: "You excited for rehearsal today?"
Michael: "Exited to play the same notes for like 45 minutes? I play bass man, have you forgotten?"
Shin: "Thats right! I barely got any practice in, Miss Slater kept us busy with chores at the orphanage."
Michael gave him a sympathetic look.
Michael: "That sucks, man. But hey, you've got natural talent, you dont need pratice!"
They reached Shin's music locker. He carefully pulled out his violin case, the instrument being one of the few things he truly treasured. As he tightened his bow and adjusted the shoulder rest, Michael leaned against the next locker.
Michael: "So, did you catch the latest chapter of 'Samurai Saga'?"
Shin's eyes lit up.
Shin: "Yes! Can you believe that plot twist? I didn't see it coming at all."
Michael: "I know, right? I was up all night thinking about it. My mom thought I was cramming for a test."
They both laughed.
Shin: "Speaking of surprises, did you hear about the new cellist in class? Everyone's talking about her."
Michael smirked.
Michael: "Oh, you mean the one your entire section is obsessed with? Yeah, I saw her. She's... okay."
Shin: "Just okay?"
Michael: "Well, maybe a solid eight, but I'm more focused on Festival Disney. Never would I think that I'd get to go to freaking Disney world with you."
Shin's face brightened at the mention.
Shin: "I still can't believe we made it into the varsity orchestra. Playing at Disney is like a dream."
Michael: "And riding all the roller coasters,"
Shin: "Just promise you won't chicken out on Space Mountain."
They both laughed again as the tardy bell rang. Michael headed over to the bass section, giving a quick wave.
Michael: "Catch you after class?"
Shin: "You bet."
As Shin took his seat, he felt a sense of contentment wash over him. Surrounded by friends and the impending rehearsal, this was where he felt most at home. The troubles of earlier seemed distant, replaced by the comforting routine of the orchestra. Dr. Gerver takes his stand and gives out instructions
Dr. Gerver: "Good morning class, let's get straight into todays work, I want everyone flipping to Beethoven 9, we're working on movement 2 today."
To Shin, the rehersal went by very quickly, class had ended and he was already on his way to the rest of his classes, At the end of the day, Shin stood by his locker, watching as groups of friends laughed and chatted. They had homes to return to, families waiting, normal lives. With a resigned sigh, he closed his locker and adjusted his blindfold. It was time. The corridors seemed to stretch endlessly, each step heavier than the last. The hum of fluorescent lights overhead only added to the oppressive atmosphere.
Reaching the office door, he stared at the gold-plated nameplate: "CAMERON SHAW: SCHOOL PRINCIPAL." The letters gleamed, exuding authority and a formality that set Shin on edge. Gathering his resolve, he knocked softly. A deep, firm voice responded.
Cameron Shaw: "Come in, Shin."
He entered to find Principal Shaw seated behind a large mahogany desk, his black suit immaculate, and his dark hair slicked back with precision. Sharp eyes appraised Shin, betraying nothing. The room smelled faintly of polished wood and a hint of cologne."
Shin opens the door to his office and there sat Cameron Shaw, in a perfectly kept black suit, his black hair slicked perfectly back. His posture was perfect, siting in his desk with upmost masculinity. Shin puts his backpack down and takes a seat on the other side of the desk.
End of Chapter 1
Character Profiles
Shin Gojo Collins
Age: 15
Height: 186 CM
Weight: 66 KG
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
Cursed Technique: ?
Micheal Hill
Age: 15
Height: 182 CM
Weight: 72 KG
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Cursed Technique: N/A
Cameron Shaw
Age: 45
Height: 202 CM
Weight: 96 KG
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Cursed Technique: Threadcraft
Update Log:
9/15/24: Removed vulgar language
9/24/24: Re-wrote chapter 1 entirely (New readers dont worry, the old version followed the same plot, all the paragraphs were just made better!)