Reborn in Jujutsu Kaisen as a Zenin

The first month at Jujutsu High settled into an unusual rhythm. While most first-year classes focused on basic techniques and theory, this particular group required a different approach entirely.

Geto and Shoko sat at their usual spots, watching as Gojo demonstrated an advanced application of the Limitless.

Despite his playful demeanor, his technical understanding was undeniable.

"See?" he declared, maintaining a perfect lotus position in mid-air. "Simple. Elegant. Infinitely superior to all other techniques."

Indra's massive frame shifted slightly as he considered the display. The years hadn't changed their dynamic – Gojo still showing off, Indra assessing the underlying principles.

But before either could comment, a presence at the classroom door drew everyone's attention. A Jujutsu High teacher stood there, expression grave.

"Multiple Grade 1 curses have been detected converging near Yokohama. Casualties are expected to be high."

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. Even Gojo's smile faded as he landed properly in his chair. The mention of multiple Grade 1s, acting in concert, was enough to erase any pretense of normalcy.

A situation like this - bordering on a special grade threat hadn't been seen in nearly a decade.

"Multiple Grade 1s acting together?" Satoru's playful demeanor vanished, his Six Eyes already scanning Yokohama from miles away. "That's not natural. Something's pushing them."

"Then we go," Indra stated, rising to his full height. "The Zenin clan can handle this."

"The Higher Ups have requested your presence specifically," Misaki-sensei interjected, addressing both Sons of Heaven. "Given the scale of this threat, they want you both to respond immediately."

"Of course they do," Satoru rolled his eyes, though his tone carried a note of anticipation. "What's the situation on the ground, Misaki-sensei?"

As Misaki-sensei began explaining the details, Geto's expression shifted. His usual calm had sharpened into something more intense, his gaze fixed on the window as if he could already see the curses gathering in Yokohama.

"They must be acting with some purpose in mind," Geto muttered, his voice barely audible.

That comment, almost dismissed, caught my attention. There was something more to Geto's interest in this situation than simple concern for human lives.

Misaki-sensei finished her explanation. "Given the circumstances, the Higher Ups have authorized sending a three-man team.

Gojo, Zenin, and Geto will be dispatched immediately. Ieiri, you'll remain here in case healing is needed."

Shoko nodded with a hint of disappointment, though she quickly masked it.

"We're off to Yokohama then," Gojo declared, already halfway out the door. "Let's see what's making these curses so interesting."

As they followed Gojo, Geto's expression caught Misaki-sensei's attention. His usual calm had sharpened into something more intense, his gaze fixed on the window as if he could already see the curses gathering in Yokohama.

"Someone needs to collect the bodies," Geto replied, his tone carefully neutral.

As the three left, Misaki-sensei couldn't shake the feeling that something more was at play. The situation in Yokohama was certainly dangerous, but it didn't warrant the specific combination of Gojo, Zenin, and Geto.

Something about Geto's quiet intensity, his muttered comment about bodies, suggested there were other factors at work that the Higher Ups weren't sharing.

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They arrived at Yokohama's industrial outskirts, the air thick with the stench of decay and neglect.

Abandoned warehouses loomed like skeletal giants, their shadows stretching across the deserted landscape.

A far cry from the bustling city center, yet still close enough to cause significant damage if left unchecked.

Five Grade 1 curses awaited them, each a grotesque distortion of flesh and bone. Four of them stood in formation, their movements suggesting coordinated strategy.

The fifth, however, was different – larger, more savage, and pacing restlessly as if barely contained.

It was that one, Indra knew, that had drawn the authorities' attention. The others were intelligent enough to avoid populated areas, seeking only to strengthen themselves in the shadows.

"The Observer," one of the curses acknowledged Satoru, its voice a guttural rasp.

Then its gaze shifted to Indra, and something like fear flickered in its eyes. "And the Sovereign. We did not expect you to come so quickly."

The other curses mirrored its reaction, their carefully maintained composure cracking at the sight of the two Sons of Heaven.

Even the savage one stilled, its unrestrained energy momentarily suppressed by a primal instinct.

"I'll explain later," Satoru stated his voice unusually serious as he floated forward, not looking towards Sugure, suspecting he would question about the curses' words.

"Just try not to break them too much, little brother. Suguru needs some new additions to my collection."

Indra didn't respond verbally, simply releasing his crimson aura as he moved to engage the curses. 

"Remember, Suguru," Satoru called over his shoulder as he launched himself at the lead curse, "alive-ish! We need you to absorb them, not clean them!"

The battle erupted with sudden force. Satoru engaged the lead curses, his movements a blur of blue energy as he expertly subdued them with precise strikes.

He was careful to avoid lethal blows, keeping them conscious but unable to fight back effectively.

Indra, however, took a different approach entirely. His crimson aura blazed as he moved with brutal efficiency, each strike designed to inflict maximum pain.

He seemed to relish in their suffering, his control bordering on sadism.

One of the curses, already weakened by Satoru's attacks, found itself at Indra's mercy. The crimson aura enveloped it, and its body began to twist and contort in unnatural ways.

Its screams echoed through the abandoned warehouses.

"That's enough, Indra!" Geto's voice cut through the chaos, carrying an unusual note of urgency. He stepped between Indra and the writhing curse, his expression conflicted.

"What is it you are protesting against Suguru Geto? They are clearly being kept alive as you see. I haven't forgotten your need for them," Indra replied, his tone a bit confused.

Indra himself abhorred curses. They were violent, destructive, unreasonable - no purpose but inflicting suffering for the sake of suffering.

They were the antithesis of all Indra stood for in his approach to strength. 

"Be that as it may be, you don't need to be torture them," Geto countered, his gaze fixed on the suffering curse.

"They're already being forced to exist against their will. There's no need to inflict further pain."

His actions were almost gentle as he began the absorption process, his cursed energy soothing the curse's tormented form.

Satoru watched with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, while Indra was completely bewildered.

With the swallowing of the orbs complete, Geto stepped back, his expression returning to its usual carefully controlled calm.

The tormented screams faded, replaced by an unsettling silence.

"There," Geto said quietly, as if speaking to himself. "They're at peace now. As much as they can be."

Indra watched him with a mixture of curiosity and unease. Geto's possessiveness over the curses seemed almost... protective.

The way he spoke about their suffering, his desire to minimize their pain – it was a perspective Indra couldn't quite comprehend.

"The mission is complete," Indra stated, turning away from the scene. "We should report back to Jujutsu High."

As they prepared to leave, Satoru floated closer to Geto, his Six Eyes analyzing his new friend's every move. "What was that about, Suguru? You almost seemed... sympathetic to those things."

"They're still beings with thoughts and emotions," Geto replied, his voice carefully neutral. "Even if those emotions are twisted by their nature, they deserve some measure of respect."

"Respect?" Satoru raised an eyebrow, though his expression suggested he was genuinely trying to understand. "They're curses, Suguru. They exist to kill people."

"And who made them that way?" Geto countered, his gaze hardening. "Heaven decreed that they must be nothing more than instruments of destruction. But is that all they can be?"

He paused, then looked directly at the two. "You're called Sons of Heaven, but what does that actually mean? Are you meant to simply enforce Heaven's will, or are you allowed to question it?"

The question hung heavy in the air, directed not just at Satoru and Indra but at the very nature of their existence.

"What are you basing this on, Suguru?" Indra asked, his voice carrying a sharp edge.

"You can't seriously believe curses can be reasoned with, that they're anything more than instruments of destruction. You've seen what they do to humans."

"I've also seen what they can be," Geto replied, his gaze unwavering. "When their cursed energy is properly managed, when their inherent instincts are suppressed..."

He raised his hand, and from the shadows emerged one of the curses they'd just subdued.

Its form was still grotesque, a patchwork of flesh and bone, but its eyes held a spark of something that shouldn't have been possible – awareness.

"What... what is this place?" it spoke, its voice distorted but lacking the usual malice. "Why am I not driven to kill?"

The air crackled with tension. Satoru's Six Eyes focused intently on the curse, while Indra's crimson aura pulsed with question.

"I have given it a measure of control," Geto explained, his gaze fixed on the curse. "It can think, it can reason, it can choose."

"I can't fully explain it," Geto admitted at their silence and continued observation, his gaze never leaving the curse.

"My Cursed Spirit Manipulation technique allows me to absorb curses, to control them.

But when I do, something changes. Their inherent nature is suppressed. Their violent instincts are... muted."

He paused, his expression conflicted. "I don't know why it works, but it does.

And I believe it's proof that curses aren't inherently evil, that they can be something more than just instruments of destruction."

His eyes met Indra's, carrying a plea that transcended their usual dynamic - their new strained acknowledgement of one another this past month. "I want to understand this. I want to change their very existence.

To create a world where humans and curses don't have to be enemies."

He gestured toward the curse he had summoned. "To create a seperate world like the one inside my soul, where they can live in peace. I feel them there, and they're... happier. More complete."

"When my cursed technique first manifested," Geto continued, his voice filled with a quiet nostalgia.

"I was... isolated. The other kids didn't understand me. The adults saw me as a challenged child. One filled with delusions. My parents though the best, who never thought me crazy, never truly understood me"

He paused, his gaze softening slightly. "My first friend wasn't human. It was a Grade 4 curse I managed to tame. It showed me a companionship I didn't think possible."

"And my first teacher," he added, his expression taking on a note of reverence, "was a Grade 1 curse I defeated when I was nine years old.

It taught me more about cursed energy, about control, than any human ever could."

As Suguru spoke, he questioned why he did. Words had simply started to spill out - not at first intended.

He had already imagined this conversation for years - since the very moment he found out about the Sovereign and Observer.

Yet it seemed he couldn't control himself and had forced himself into explanation.

He looked directly at Indra, his eyes pleading for understanding. "They're not just monsters.

They have souls of their own, emotions and desires that are only twisted by Heaven's design. They deserve a chance to be more than what they are forced to be."

As Suguru finished everyone stood in silence. 

"I..." Suddenly the curse rasped, receiving the attention of all three, "This power. You allow me to think clearly. To feel something besides rage. I am... grateful."

The scene was surreal. Here they were, two of the most powerful sorcerers in the world, listening to a Grade 1 curse express gratitude while its summoner spoke of creating a utopia for cursed spirits.

"It is an honour to stand before the Observer and Sovereign. I plead for your forgiveness for my previous impudence." The curse stated as it got onto it knee and bowed its head towards the two.

"Look," Suguru began once more, " I know I can't do this alone. I am one man, one who wishes to stand for the weak and oppressed.

To stand for the humans forced to hide from the Curses, and the Curses forced into evil - all because of Heaven's Decree.

I know that with my strength alone this would just remain a fantasy, but with you two..." Suguru stated, his tone being almost filled with wonder.

"You're key to something bigger.

My teacher spoke of two of the three mightiest, the ones around whom Heaven and Earth revolve. With what the Curses call the Sovereign's will and the Observer's sight... maybe it can be reality..."

"Maa, maa," Satoru interrupted, knowing Indra well enough that this may not end well.

Satoru began floating upside down with his characteristic grin as he continued, "You're making this way too serious, Suguru.

Though I have to admit, a curse showing gratitude is slightly less boring than usual."

He righted himself, landing between Geto and Indra. "But really, creating a whole new world? That's quite ambitious, even for someone as interesting as you."

Despite his playful tone, his Six Eyes studied the curse with genuine curiosity. "Though I suppose if anyone could understand both sides of this, it would be you.

Despite not knowing you long, I feel that you've always been oddly good at seeing what others miss."

The tension eased slightly at Satoru's intervention, though Indra's expression remained thoughtful.

"Your idealism is admirable, Suguru," Indra finally spoke, his deep voice carrying weight beyond his years. "But you misunderstand something fundamental about existence itself."

He stepped forward, his crimson aura shifting subtly. "Everything that exists has a purpose. Curses aren't just products of Heaven's decree - they're manifestations of human negativity. Their very nature is bound to that origin."

"You speak of changing their existence," he continued, "but have you considered that their current state might be the most natural expression of their true nature?

That perhaps what you see as peace in your soul is merely temporary suppression of their fundamental essence?"

"Even your curse here," Indra gestured to the still-kneeling figure, "its gratitude stems from the artificial state your technique creates. Is that truly freedom, or just another form of constraint?"

Geto's expression tightened, but before he could respond, Indra raised his hand.

"However," Indra continued, his tone softening slightly, "that doesn't mean your perspective lacks merit.

You've shown something interesting - that curses can evolve beyond their base nature, even if at least temporarily."

"Though you should understand, for me the question isn't whether curses can change," he stated, his crimson aura pulsing gently.

"It's whether that change serves a greater purpose. What pleasure does it bring to my existence? What meaning does it add to my future world?"

Satoru watched this exchange with unusual focus, his typical playfulness replaced by genuine interest.

Even the curse remained perfectly still, as if understanding the significance of this moment.

"What pleasure?" Geto's voice carried a mix of disbelief and growing anger. "A world without curses means peace for humanity. No more deaths, no more suffering. Isn't that pleasure enough?"

Indra's crimson aura darkened slightly, his massive frame seeming to loom larger. "No, Suguru. A world without curses means sorcerers would turn their attention elsewhere.

To domination, to power struggles among themselves. For wealth, status, women - all the base desires humans harbor."

His eyes met Geto's directly. "And I cannot allow that. Not until I'm ready to properly Conquer this era myself."

The implications of those words hit Geto like a physical force. His usual composed expression cracked, revealing something between horror and realization.

The curse at his feet trembled, sensing the shift in atmosphere.

"You..." Geto started, his cursed energy beginning to fluctuate with emotion.

"Maa, maa!" Satoru intervened, floating between them with exaggerated casualness. "Let's not get too dramatic here. We're all friends, right?

Well, sort of. Indra and me more brothers, and the two of you more like interesting acquaintances who occasionally try to kill things together. But stiiiiiilllll!"

He draped his arms around both their shoulders - a feat requiring some creative use of his floating ability given Indra's height. "Let's not forget, that we are supposed to be reporting back to school.

Yaga-sensei's probably wondering where his three favorite problem students are."

"Listen well, Suguru," Indra stated, his crimson aura settling into a calm pulse. "Your heart seeks to liberate, to free those you see as oppressed.

But consider this - what if true evolution comes not from changing what they are, but from embracing and transcending it?"

His massive frame straightened as he continued, "The curses exist as manifestations of humanity's darkness.

That is what we know to be their truth, their essence. To artificially suppress that nature isn't freedom - it's another form of chains, merely gilded ones."

The curse at Geto's feet shifted slightly, as if the words resonated with something deep within its altered consciousness.

"If you truly wish to help them evolve," Indra's voice carried absolute certainty, "then work not to change what they are artificially, but to help them become the finest version of their true nature - if their true nature is indeed as you state it to be.

And choose then if you will side with them - whether you accept both their sides just as I do of this world. Seeking not to change its nature, but to rule it as it is - with all its darkness and light."

He turned to leave, but paused for one final statement. "After all, Suguru, what is better - to be made good, or to overcome what others believe your nature through great effort?

Think on that before you seek to 'liberate' beings whose very essence you might be denying."

Those were Indra's final words, as his power hid itself once more, and he started walking towards Jujutsu High.

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(Author note: Man! This is my longest chapter yet for this fic!

Sorry, if it was too long, and confusing. I got philosophical again. If something is unclear do ask.

So yeah, how did you find Suguru's views? Its an expansion on his desires to help the weak - by not only helping humans, but desiring to free curses who he sees as being oppressed by Heaven and act in ways not befitting their nature.

Well, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)