Chapter1: The Return of Sukuna

Following a brutal and desperate battle that shook the very foundation of the jujutsu world, the combined strength of all sorcerers — led by Yuji Itadori — finally brought an end to Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. The cost had been unimaginable. Cities lay in ruin, countless allies were lost, and the will to fight had nearly burned out. Yet, in the end, it was not overwhelming power that decided the battle — it was something far more human.

In his final moments, backed into a corner yet still unyielding, Yuji unveiled his Domain Expansion for the first time — a manifestation not of hatred or cursed energy, but of memory, connection, and love. Sukuna laughed. He scoffed at the idea that something as fragile as emotion could stand against him. "A child's dream," he called it — foolish, naive.

But as the Domain unfolded, Sukuna's mocking tone wavered.
What he saw was not an attack. It was an invitation — a glimpse into Yuji's soul. A lifetime of laughter, pain, sacrifice, and hope laid bare. He saw Yuji's relentless drive to protect others, his grief over those he'd lost, and the unwavering belief that people, no matter how broken, were worth saving.

For the first time, Sukuna truly looked at the boy he had tormented, possessed, and underestimated. And in that fleeting moment, the King of Curses glimpsed the purity behind Yuji's heart — not as a weapon, but as something far more dangerous: undeniable truth.

As Yuji's Domain faded, Nobara Kugisaki, at Jujutsu High, at the perfect moment. With Sukuna weakened and his focus shattered, she delivered the final, decisive blow — targeting the last of Sukuna's fingers, the one he had failed to reclaim, still sealed deep within the vaults of Jujutsu High.

Her strike severed his final connection to power.

With that, Sukuna — the King of Curses — was finally defeated.
His reign ended not by overwhelming force, but by the unwavering resolve of those he underestimated.

After graduating from Jujutsu High and undergoing intense training, Yuji and Megumi became the strongest sorcerers of their generation — surpassing even Satoru Gojo, just as he had once hoped they would. Alongside Nobara, Maki, Todo, and others, they ushered in a new golden age of Jujutsu Sorcery.

time passed.

But even legends age. And in the end, they did not fall to battle, nor to curses, but to time itself — each of them passing peacefully, surrounded by the world they had helped to protect.

Yet their legacy endured.

Their children, and their children's children, carried the torch. Stronger, faster, more skilled — they bore the blood and will of the heroes who came before.
Some even surpassed their legendary forebears.

Yet, despite their strength, they faced an unprecedented crisis: for generations, no suitable Star Plasma Vessel could be found to contain Tengen, the ancient source of balance. Without a vessel, Tengen's form finally shattered, releasing an immeasurable wave of cursed energy across the Earth.

The unleashed cursed energy twisted reality itself. Ordinary humans became curses, losing their minds and bodies. Only those with extraordinarily strong willpower retained their humanity.

A brutal war began — a final war between the descendants of the Jujutsu sorcerers and the hordes of monstrous curses. The battle pushed humanity to the brink of extinction, reshaping the Earth itself.

In the last stand, all remaining sorcerers and cursed spirits perished. With less humans left to harbor fear or hate, cursed energy finally disappeared from the world.

Thousands of years later Kingdoms rose. Warlords emerged. Amid this new era, a mad king named Fritz discovered an ancient power — the Titan abilities — through a mysterious slave girl named Ymir. Seeking to own the power, Fritz married Ymir, using her abilities to conquer the world.

As resentment and hatred for Fritz grew, an assassination attempt was made. Ymir sacrificed herself to protect him. In a cruel act to preserve her power, Fritz commanded their daughters — Sina, Maria, and Rose — to consume their mother's body, inheriting the Titan power. He then decreed it would be tradition: each generation would devour the last to maintain control.

Over time, wracked with guilt, Fritz fled with most of the Eldians to an isolated island: Paradise (Paradis). He left others behind. In his absence, the Marleyan empire rose, enslaving the remaining Eldians and weaponizing the Titan legacy for their own gain.

On the island of Paradis, King Fritz and the Eldians used Colossal Titans to build three enormous walls: Maria, Rose, and Sina — named after his daughters. Within these walls, the remaining Eldians lived in isolation, cut off from the outside world.

To deter any invasion, Fritz issued a terrifying warning to the rest of humanity:

"If anyone dares attack Paradis, I will unleash the Rumbling — awakening the Wall Titans to trample the world."

Though generations passed and peace reigned within the walls, the outside world — led by the Marleyan empire — continued to thrive. Marley enslaved the Eldians who remained on the mainland, treating them as second-class citizens, brutalizing them, and using them as weapons of war.

Among the oppressed Eldians trapped in Marley's cruel regime was a young boy named Grisha Yeager. Like many, he believed in the stories of Eldian greatness — but still, he clung to innocence, to the hope that kindness might survive in a world shaped by hatred.

That hope was shattered the day his younger sister, Faye, crossed a line she didn't understand.

They had merely stepped beyond the designated Eldian zone — out of curiosity, out of naivety. Marleyan soldiers caught them. Grisha was beaten and sent home.
Faye was mauled to death by their dogs. Her only crime was being an Eldian child in the wrong place.

That moment carved itself into Grisha's soul.

He grew up carrying the weight of that injustice, rage quietly fermenting beneath his skin. As an adult, he found purpose in rebellion. He joined the Eldian Restorationists — a clandestine group devoted to reviving Eldia and exposing the truth buried by Marleyan propaganda.

There, he met Dina Fritz — a woman of royal blood, the last known descendant of the original Fritz bloodline outside the walls. Together, they dreamed of a world where Eldians stood free and proud. They married. They had a child. A boy named Zeke Yeager — the embodiment of their hope, their legacy.

From a young age, Zeke Yeager was burdened by the crushing weight of his parents' expectations.

To Grisha and Dina, he wasn't just their son — he was a tool. A future warrior. A symbol of rebellion. They filled his childhood with history, ideology, and revolution… but never with warmth. Never with love.

In a world where he was only ever seen as a vessel for their dream, Zeke found solace in someone unexpected — Tom Ksaver, a gentle, reclusive researcher assigned to study Titans. Unbeknownst to Marley, Ksaver was also an Eldian. And unlike Zeke's parents, he listened. He laughed. He treated Zeke with the care and softness of a true father.

Torn between love and duty, Zeke did what no child should ever have to do: he betrayed his own blood.

On Ksaver's advice, he turned his parents in to Marley's secret police, believing it was the only way to end their suffering — and perhaps his own. The cost was unimaginable.

Dina was transformed into a Mindless Titan, condemned to roam the wilderness of Paradis Island. Grisha, too, was sentenced to death — but in the shadows of his execution, destiny shifted.

Among the officers was a mysterious man named Eren Kruger, an undercover agent known only as "The Owl." He had lived a life of double-crossing, silently enduring Marley's cruelty for the sake of Eldia. In his final act, he passed his Titan — the Attack Titan — on to Grisha, entrusting him with a mission greater than revenge:

"Save Eldia."

After finally escaping to Paradis, Grisha Yeager wandered the remote forests outside the walls, searching for shelter, safety — or perhaps, a purpose.

But instead, he found something else.

Beneath the moss-covered rubble of an old, forgotten ruin, he spotted it:
A severed, blackened finger, shriveled and ancient, yet somehow untouched by time.
The moment he touched it, reality fractured.

Grisha's vision was yanked into a nightmarish realm — thick with cursed energy, shadowed by suffering.

And standing at the center, tall, grotesque, and monstrous, was a figure with four twisted arms, and a grotesque maw carved into his stomach. His presence radiated malevolence so intense it made the air feel heavy.

Their eyes met.

Grisha gasped, staggering back and dropping the the vision lingered… and something deep within him whispered: "Take it."

This was no relic. This was a remnant of something ancient.
A fragment of Sukuna — the King of Curses — whose legend had long been forgotten by the world, yet whose essence refused to die.

Grisha, still trembling, wrapped the finger in cloth and hid it away.
Why he kept it, he wasn't sure. Curiosity? Fear? Destiny?

Soon after, he crossed paths with a rugged scout named Keith Shadis, who helped him enter the walled civilization.

There, Grisha began a quiet life as a doctor. He met Carla, whose kindness and humanity reminded him of the world he wanted to protect. They fell in love.

And when their child was born, Grisha gave him a name — in memory of the man named Eren Kruger who once saved his honouring him he named his son Eren yeager.

From a young age, Eren showed signs of a short temper and blazing determination. He hated injustice. He hated being weak.

When Eren was just ten years old, the Colossal Titan and the Armored Titan appeared out of nowhere. They breached Wall Maria, destroying Shiganshina and bringing a nightmare to life.

Eren could only watch in horror as his mother, Carla, was eaten by a Titan before his eyes.

The flames of vengeance were lit within him he decided to join the scouts.

Grisha returned from work, only to find his home destroyed and Carla gone. With grief and urgency, he took Eren deep into the forest, far away from the chaos. In his trembling hands, he held two things:

A syringe filled with Titan spinal fluid.

And Sukuna's finger, still wrapped and pulsating faintly with cursed energy.

As Grisha prepared to act, a voice echoed in his mind — cold, cruel, and amused.

"So… you're going to turn that brat into a Titan like you?"

Grisha didn't respond.

"And let him inherit your curse? Condemn him to die in thirteen years? Typical."

Still, silence.

"Tch. I'll offer you something better," Sukuna sneered. "Have him eat my finger. He won't carry your burden. No curse of Ymir. No Titan fate. What he'll gain is far more powerful."

Grisha hesitated.

"Make your choice, doctor," Sukuna said. "Titan… or curse. One ends a bloodline. The other begins something new."

After a moment of painful thought, Grisha made his decision.

He made an unconscious eren to eat sukanas finger.

A dark energy burst through Eren's veins, foreign and overwhelming. Inside his mind, a voice echoed, deep and amused.

"So, this is the brat who'll carry me now... Interesting."

Sukuna had awakened.

Grisha looked at sukana in erens body.

He spoke softly, conflicted.

"But… what about the Attack Titan? I only have a year left. If I die... and Marley gets their hands on it—"

Sukuna's voice echoed—deep, calm, and unsettling.

"You called it a curse, didn't you?"

Grisha nodded silently.

"Then let me eat you," Sukuna said without hesitation.

Grisha stepped back, stunned. "What…?"

"If I consume you," Sukuna continued, "I'll inherit the Attack Titan. And since your brat already ate my finger, you've already made your choice—to give him power beyond Titans. But if he inherits the Titan as well… he'll be bound by the same curse. The thirteen-year limit. The endless war."

Grisha clenched his fists, torn between fear and understanding.

"So… if you eat me, the Attack Titan dies with me? My son won't inherit it?"

"Exactly," Sukuna said with a smirk. "I'll absorb that cursed energy. The Titan legacy ends with you. The boy gets only my power."

Grisha looked up at the sky, his thoughts on Eren's future—free from Titans, from fate, from the chains that bound him.

He took a deep breath and nodded."Do it."

With a wicked grin, Sukuna rose.

"Wait," Grisha called out.

Sukuna paused, eyes narrowing.

"What is it now?"

Grisha stepped forward, confusion in his voice.

"Why are you helping me?"

Sukuna raised a brow. "Helping?"

"Yes," Grisha pressed. "You offered to save my son before I even asked. And now you're offering to end the Titan curse by consuming me. Why? What do you gain from this?"

For a moment, Sukuna didn't speak.

His mind drifted—back to years ago. To the boy who defied him.
To the one who challenged his purpose with nothing but sheer will—Yuji Itadori.

Then, deeper still, to that last moment in limbo, where he stood with a broken Mahito.

"Well, well… it's the King of Curses," Mahito sneered.

"What do you want?" Sukuna had asked, almost bored.

"Nothing now. I'll wait for revenge," Mahito replied with a twisted smile.

Sukuna stared at him for a long moment—silent.

"I'll try something different this time," he muttered.

"What do you mean?" Mahito asked, puzzled.

"You wouldn't understand," Sukuna had replied, turning away.

Now, back in the present, Sukuna's gaze returned to Grisha. His smirk curved with something deeper—an emotion rare for the King of Curses.

"Let's just say... I wanted to try something new and I am helping me."

Grisha frowned, not understanding.

"Don't worry," Sukuna added with a grin. "You'll know... right after I eat you."

And then, Sukuna devoured Grisha Yeager, consuming the Attack Titan and its legacy in one final act.

The Titan curse ended that day, but in its place, something far more ancient awakened within Eren Yeager—

The King of Curses had returned.

From that day forward, Sukuna remained dormant. Eren was in full control of his body and had no memory of what had happened. He joined the Scouts and was soon deployed on his first mission at Wall Rose.

Suddenly, the Colossal Titan appeared, breaching the wall. The impact shattered their formation, and each cadet was forced to follow protocols, scattering to their assigned duties.

Amid the chaos, Eren saw Armin about to be devoured by a Titan. Without hesitation, he leapt in to save him—pushing Armin out of the way—only to be caught in the Titan's jaws himself. Armin, frozen in shock, watched as Eren's hand and leg were severed in an instant. He could only stare helplessly as his friend disappeared into the Titan's mouth.

Armin was frozen—his blood ran cold. His body refused to move.

Inside the Titan's stomach, Sukuna opened his eyes. A twisted smile curled on his face as he seized control of Eren's body.

"Tch. This brat is just like that Itadori kid—reckless and impulsive," Sukuna muttered to himself, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. He was still weak, still only a fragment of his former self, but the power was undeniable. With an almost bored expression, he glanced down at Eren's severed limbs, as if contemplating his next move.

With a surge of cursed energy, he activated the Reverse Cursed Technique. In an instant, Eren's hand and leg regenerated, muscles and bones knitting together like nothing had happened.

Outside, Armin blinked in confusion. The Titan that had just devoured Eren suddenly stopped. It ignored Armin completely and began stumbling backward.

Then, without warning, it was sliced into countless pieces—its body falling apart as if it were made of paper.

Eyes wide, Armin looked up to see Eren rising into the air, suspended by sheer power. The others on the battlefield watched in awe and disbelief as Eren moved like a force of nature, carving down Titans effortlessly—his body glowing with an aura none had ever seen before.

Eren—or rather, Sukuna—continued his rampage. With each wave of his hand, Titans were cleaved apart by his cursed energy, his Cleave Technique tearing through their flesh like paper.

Sasha had been seconds away from death. One moment, a Titan's jaws were inches from her face—then suddenly, Eren appeared, floating effortlessly between them. He raised his hand with calm precision.

SHHHK!
The Titan's head split into a dozen pieces, falling like petals around her.

It was the same everywhere. Any Cadet on the brink of death found themselves saved by an invisible blade and the glowing figure of Eren, soaring from rooftop to rooftop like a demon god.

Mikasa stood her ground, cornered by two Titans with no clear escape. She gritted her teeth, ready to fight to the death.

Then—
In a blur, she was lifted off the ground, cradled in someone's arms.

"Eren...?" she gasped, heart pounding.

He didn't answer. His eyes glowed with something ancient, something terrifying. Without a word, he gently dropped her onto a rooftop.

Then, with a twist of his body, he extended his arm—
Two Titans were instantly sliced apart, their upper halves sliding off their bodies in eerie silence.

The battlefield fell into stunned quiet as everyone turned toward the one responsible. Floating above the chaos was Eren—his presence overwhelming, his power unmistakable.

But behind those glowing eyes... Was it really still him?

Trost District was left in eerie silence, painted in blood and smoke. The streets were littered with mangled Titan corpses, their bodies cleaved cleanly—some with surgical precision, others split like logs. Buildings bore the scars of the same ruthless technique—entire rooftops and walls sliced in neat diagonals, as if by a blade no one could see.

The soldiers called it a massacre. Some called it a miracle. But no one could explain it.

The next morning, whispers became reports. Reports became orders.

News of Eren Jaeger's rampage reached the higher-ups.

And though Eren had returned to normal—calm, confused, and unaware—his display of power was impossible to ignore. The rumors spread like wildfire through the ranks.

"He was flying." "He cut a Titan with just a gesture." "His wounds healed instantly."

Initially, Kitz Wommerman—known for his paranoia and explosive fear of Titans—insisted on interrogating Eren personally. He prepared his men, ready to treat Eren as a threat.

But before Kitz could act, the information reached Commander Erwin Smith.

Understanding the political weight of the situation—and the threat it posed if mishandled—Erwin intervened swiftly.

"Summon him to the military court," Erwin ordered. "we need answers."

And so, Eren Jaeger was summoned to stand before the Tribunal Darius Zacklye —unaware that deep inside him, a dark king slumbered... waiting.


11/4/2025 published

13/4/2025 updated

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