Threads of Infinity

by mackick324

Born into the Gojo clan, Tsukasa Gojo's birth tips the balance of power in the jujutsu world. Struggling between family expectations and his own ambitions, he faces rivalries, ancient threats, and the allure of forbidden power. As chaos unfolds, Tsukasa must decide if he will forge his destiny or succumb to the threads that bind him. (jujutsu kaisen)

1. Threads of Infinity: Prologue

Threads of Infinity: Prologue
hey! welcome to my first story! this has a oc in it named tsukasa gojo have fun reading it :p
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The skies over Kyoto rippled with unspoken energy the moment he entered the world. Thunder crackled without a storm, and the air seemed to shiver as if reality itself held its breath. Inside the grand hall of the Gojo clan's estate, the cries of a newborn pierced the stillness, reverberating through the ancient walls.
The elders of the clan, gathered in tense anticipation, felt it instantly—the surge of cursed energy unlike anything they had sensed since Satoru Gojo's birth years before. Whispers spread like wildfire, voices trembling with awe and trepidation.

"Another? how could this be?!" said one of the elders

The infant's small frame was bathed in an eerie glow, the currents of cursed energy visible even to those without the Six Eyes. His aura swirled with a vibrant mix of blues and reds, creating a chaotic harmony. To the trained sorcerers present, it was a phenomenon they had no words for—a potential to disrupt the balance of power once again, as Gojo had done.

Satoru Gojo himself, now a teenager, stood apart from the elders, his signature sunglasses reflecting the light of the room. His smirk faded as he observed the child, sensing something more profound than mere cursed energy.

"He's not like me," Gojo muttered under his breath. "He's... different."

The newborn's tiny fist clenched, and the room shook. A vase shattered. Scrolls toppled from the walls. Elders staggered back, shielding themselves instinctively. Yet the infant remained peaceful, his eyes—brilliant and sharp as molten gold—opening for the first time.

One elder fell to his knees. "The heavens have sent us another anomaly. But will he be our salvation... or our undoing?"

Far beyond the estate, cursed spirits stirred from their slumber. Some shrieked in terror and scattered to the shadows, while others, hungering for the child's potential, began their march toward the Gojo compound.

The world had changed with his birth, though none could yet predict how. The threads of destiny intertwined around the boy named Tsukasa, binding him to an uncertain future. His presence was both a promise and a threat—one that would reshape the fabric of the jujutsu world.