Reborn in Jujutsu Kaisen as a Zenin

The Blue sphere materialized without warning, shooting toward Indra's back during his morning practice. Smaller than Satoru's usual attacks, but still carrying enough force to level a building.

Indra's crimson aura responded instantly, wrapping around the Blue like a living thing before simply... unraveling it. The technique that could theoretically destroy anything, torn apart as if it were made of paper.

"Eh? That's new," Satoru's voice carried from above, his white-haired form floating cross-legged in the air. "Seven seconds against a Grade 1, and now you're casually breaking down my techniques? You've been holding out on me."

The morning sun cast strange shadows through his floating form, his cursed energy radiating that familiar overwhelming presence.

But his usual playful demeanor carried an edge today – the first time someone his age had so casually dismissed his technique.

At Indra's ever continued silence Satoru spoke again.

"The Gojo clan sent some boring adults to talk to your father," Satoru announced, still floating. "They're arranging some formal challenge between us. Can you believe they're making two eight-year-olds go through all this ceremony just for a fight? It's so-"

"Drop the act, Satoru," Indra cut in, his tone carrying zero patience for the theatrics.

"You've been pushing for this since our first meeting. How many times have you shown up here, trying to provoke a response?"

Satoru's playful expression shifted, a genuine grin spreading across his face. "Finally admitting it? That you've been avoiding our inevitable clash?"

"Not avoiding. Waiting." Indra's crimson aura remained steady. "Until it served a purpose beyond satisfying your boredom."

"And now it does?" Satoru descended, his feet touching the ground for once. "Because some old men in Tokyo want to see us fight?"

"Because now there's actual value in demonstrating the difference between true power and mere strength."

The air between them crackled with power, three years of built-up anticipation finally finding its moment.

"True power and mere strength?" Satoru's eyes gleamed with genuine interest. "That's what you think this is about?

I am the Honored One, the Strongest. My Six Eyes see everything – every technique, every possibility. Even now, they're showing me all the ways your technique works, all the-"

"As I told you three years ago, your Six Eyes show you only what exists before them," Indra stated flatly. "Nothing more. That's why you've been so frustrated, isn't it? You can see my technique, but not its true nature."

The playfulness vanished from Satoru's expression. "You think you can actually challenge Infinity? That technique of yours might be interesting, but there's a reason the Six Eyes and Limitless are considered divine."

"Divine?" Now it was Indra's turn to show a hint of amusement. "Is that what you think makes you special? That inherited technique of yours?"

The temperature seemed to drop several degrees as Satoru's cursed energy shifted. "One week. They're preparing an arena in Tokyo.

Show me then exactly what you think makes you different from everyone else who's claimed they could challenge me."

"One thing, Satoru," Indra's voice stopped the Six Eyes user as he began to float away.

"When you lose, remember – it won't be because my technique is superior to yours. It will be because you still don't understand what true power means."

"How boring," Satoru replied, though his cursed energy betrayed his excitement. "Still playing mysterious? Fine. In one week, show me this 'true power' you keep hinting at.

Though really..." he grinned, floating higher, "I'm gonna reiterate this no matter how many times you say otherwise - the Six Eyes see everything. There's nothing you can do that I won't see coming."

"That belief is what makes you the blindest of all" Indra's counters.

But Satoru this time without another world leaves, space folding around him as Infinity carried him away.

In the sudden quiet of the training ground, Kisara emerged from where she'd been observing.

"He truly believes he can't lose," she noted.

"Of course he does," Indra responded. "That's exactly why he will."

"Naobito-sama wishes to see you," a servant announced, appearing at the training ground's edge. "Both of you. Immediately."

The walk to Naobito's study was marked by subtle changes in the compound's atmosphere. News of the upcoming battle had clearly spread – clan members moved with heightened purpose, their cursed energy betraying mixture of anticipation and calculation.

They found Naobito at his desk, various reports spread before him. His sharp eyes fixed on Indra as they entered.

"The Gojo clan has made their formal challenge public," he stated without preamble. "Every major clan will send representatives. The Higher Ups are treating this as more than a simple duel between prodigies."

He lifted one document, his expression hardening. "They're calling it 'A Battle to Determine the Honored One.' Rather presumptuous of them." Naobito states.

"Indeed," Indra states, speaking of own volition for the first time in these kind of talks rather than after being questioned.

"For them to think they can choose the measure that makes evident who Heaven and Earth submit to."

"The Gojo clan's arrogance knows no bounds," Naobito observed, studying his son carefully. "They expect this battle to cement their position. To prove their heir's divine right."

"Let them expect what they will." Indra's response carried finality, clearly unwilling to elaborate further.

Naobito recognized the tone – his son had already said more than he usually would. "Very well. The battle is in six days. The clan will make necessary arrangements."

As they left the study, Kisara noted how Indra's demeanor hadn't changed at all despite the weight of what was coming.

No apparent preparation or special training. As if the upcoming clash with the Six Eyes user was simply another thing that needs to be done, that has no significant consequence.

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-Six Days Later

The Tokyo arena stood as a testament to jujutsu society's grandeur – ancient barriers layered with modern reinforcements, observation areas arranged in strict hierarchical order.

The Higher Ups occupied the highest positions, followed by clan heads, then various dignitaries of the jujutsu world.

Morning mist still clung to the ground as the two eight-year-olds faced each other in the center.

Satoru Gojo, floating slightly above the ground, his white hair and overwhelming presence drawing all eyes.

And Indra Zenin, standing perfectly still, his crimson aura invisible yet making the air itself feel heavier.

"The terms are simple," one of the Higher Ups announced. "This match continues until one party clearly demonstrates superiority. No killing blows. Begin when-"

"Eh? Such boring rules," Satoru interrupted, already manifesting his cursed energy. "Let's make this interesting, Indra. Show me what you've been hiding all these years."

The assembled audience leaned forward, eager to witness what many believed would be the most significant battle of their generation. 

The Star-Blessed Child of Six Eyes versus the Son of Silence, whose birth made even cursed spirits bow in reverent stillness – two existences that defied the natural order itself.

Now they stood ready to determine whose power truly to the eyes of the world approached divinity.

Indra remained motionless, his expression unchanged. "Very well, Satoru. Show me what the Six Eyes you pride yourself so much on can truly see."

The air itself seemed to hold its breath as Satoru made the first move – not with his usual playful testing, but with immediate, overwhelming force.

A massive sphere of Blue materialized, carrying enough cursed energy to level the entire arena.

Indra moved with immense speed, his form blurring as he evaded the technique. 

They closed the distance simultaneously, Satoru's leg sweeping up in a kick while Indra's fist drove forward. But at the last possible moment, both fighters abruptly disengaged, leaping back to create distance.

In the observation area, the more experienced sorcerers understood immediately what had transpired. Around Satoru, Infinity brought everything to null, making direct contact impossible.

But around Indra, they could see the faintest crimson hue – the Gentle Death technique that had destroyed a Grade 1 curse with mere contact.

"A deadlock of absolute techniques," one of the Higher Ups murmured. "One that cannot be touched, versus one that cannot be allowed to touch."

"Eh? This is going to be more complicated than expected," Satoru observed, floating higher. "Can't let you touch me, can't touch you directly... guess we'll have to be more creative."

Multiple spheres of Blue materialized around him, each one precisely calculated. "Let's see how long you can keep dodging."

Indra's response was characteristic – no words, just action. His movements became even more economical as he wove between the attacks, each step carrying him exactly where he needed to be. Not a single wasted motion.

"Your technique's range is limited to what you can physically reach," Satoru analyzed, his Six Eyes tracking every movement. "While I can attack from any distance. Simple mathematics says-"

His words cut off as he noticed something odd. With each dodge, Indra was somehow closing the distance despite the barrage, his path following a pattern that the Six Eyes could track but couldn't quite... predict.

In the observation area, Naobito's eyes narrowed slightly. His son wasn't just evading – he was setting up something specific.

"You're being awfully quiet," Satoru commented, manifesting more Blues in increasingly complex patterns.

"Usually people are screaming about overcoming Infinity by now, or at least explaining their brilliant strategy."

Indra continued his methodical advancee. The audience watched as he navigated through Satoru's attacks with great efficiency.

"My Six Eyes show me everything about your technique," Satoru continued, a slight edge entering his voice.

"Every aspect, every application. So why..." He paused, realizing something. "Why can't I see where you're actually going to be?"

The pattern of Indra's movement suddenly shifted. Not faster, not more powerful, but fundamentally different in a way that made several of the watching sorcerers lean forward in sudden interest.

"Oh?" For the first time, genuine uncertainty crept into Satoru's voice. "That's... that's not the same technique as before. What did you just-"

In that instant, Indra made his move.

A binding vow manifested – sacrificing a fourth of his vast cursed energy reserves instantly, with the condition that until the next dawn, that portion would remain depleted. The price for what came next.

No visible attack, no cursed energy crossing the distance between them. Simply Indra's intent, carrying the Gentle Death's effect directly through Infinity itself. Reality acknowledged his will, bypassing the null.

Satoru's eyes widened as pain exploded through his shoulders and hands.

Not complete destruction but precise points of devastation that left cratered wounds in his flesh.

For the first time in his life, someone had reached past his perfect defense.

"What..." Satoru's voice carried genuine shock as he staggered in the air, blood dripping from his injuries.

"How did you... My Six Eyes didn't see any attack, any cursed energy movement. It just... happened."

The watching crowd had gone completely silent. The impossible had just occurred – someone had injured Satoru Gojo through Infinity itself.

Blood dripped onto the arena floor as Satoru processed what had just happened.

His Six Eyes frantically analyzed every aspect of the attack, but found nothing – no technique to counter, no cursed energy to negate. Just pure effect without cause.

"This..." For once, his playful demeanor completely vanished. "This isn't just your Gentle Death technique. You didn't touch me, didn't even send cursed energy toward me. You just... decided I would be injured."

Indra remained silent, but the cost of his binding vow was visible to those who could sense cursed energy.

A quarter of his reserves, gone in an instant, with no recovery possible until the next dawn.

"The Six Eyes see everything," Satoru stated, his voice carrying an edge of revelation. "Every technique, every possibility... but they can't see what you just did because there was nothing to see.

You didn't create an effect – you simply made it true that I was injured."

And that is indeed what happened. For the true Cursed Technique of Indra Zenin is one that can be called: The Will of Heaven.

It allows one to alter the attribute of anything, but of course not without price.

An enormous amount of cursed energy is needed for more complex effects - especially ones that bypass established Laws of Heaven - other cursed techniques such as for example, the Limitless.

To bypass this restriction, a fourth of Indra's cursed energy was sacrificed for the entire day, while the touch of Gentle Death was altered to take away its aspect of death to mere flesh wounds.

These two significant prices were enough to allow the amount of Cursed Energy normally needed to form the attribute -

An amount Indra does not naturally possess without proper refinement to lower significantly until he was capable to bypass infinity and place upon himself the capability and upon Satoru the fate.

It is a feat only one with the Will of the Heavens themselves behind him can make reality - none can replicate Indra Zenin's feat, save perhaps in the future, The Cleaver of Worlds, Ryoumen Sukuna.

"You speak of strength as if it exists in isolation," Indra finally spoke, his voice carrying across the arena. "As if caring for others makes one weak, predictable."

Blood continued to drip from Satoru's wounds as Indra continued. "But what is strength without purpose? What is power without something to protect, to cherish, to pursue?"

"Those are just excuses," Satoru countered, though his voice lacked its usual certainty. "Attachments make you predictable. My Six Eyes show me-"

"Your Six Eyes show you everything except what matters," Indra cut in. "You see techniques, possibilities, patterns. But you don't see purpose. You don't see meaning."

The crimson aura shifted subtly around him. "I don't fight for strength alone. I fight for what brings me pleasure – the connections I choose to make, the people I choose to protect, the future I choose to build.

That's not weakness, Satoru. That's what gives power its direction."

"Pretty words," Satoru managed, though his injuries clearly pained him. "But in the end, strength is-"

"Strength will always be meaningless without something to strive for, no matter how much you deny that truth." Indra interrupted.

"You call yourself the strongest, yet what do you use that strength for? To alleviate your boredom? To prove your superiority? That's not strength. That's just power without purpose."

The Gojo clan members in the observation area were visibly restless now, their cursed energy fluctuating with barely contained protective instinct.

Their precious heir, bleeding, philosophically challenged, and for the first time, uncertain.

"This match is concluded," the Higher Up announced, his voice carrying an edge of urgency. "Medical attention is required-"

"One last thing," Indra cut in, his eyes fixed on Satoru. "Remember this moment. Not because you were injured, but because for the first time, your Six Eyes showed you something truly worth seeing – the difference between having power and knowing why you want it.

Ask yourself this from now on: Why do you want to be the Strongest?"

As medical sorcerers rushed forward to attend to Satoru, the implications of what had just occurred hung heavy in the air.

The Six Eyes user hadn't just been physically wounded – his entire worldview had been challenged.

And the title of Honored One, under the gaze of Heaven was bestowed upon Indra Zenin.

For now.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

I found that chapter 10 needed to be a bit special so decided for it to be the battle between Satoru and Indra.

So, finally! From now on I can write Gojo like the character we all love and not just a child Sukuna - which he technically basically was in canon, just minus the cannibalism and murder happiness.

Also how do like the name of his cursed technique?

The Will of Heaven, is one that I find fitting.

So yeah, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)