Reborn in Jujutsu Kaisen as a Zenin

The return to Jujutsu High passed in contemplative silence.

Geto's usual composed demeanor had given way to deep thought, his gaze distant as he processed the implications of Indra's words.

Satoru, for once, respected the weight of the moment by restraining his typical commentary.

Yaga-sensei awaited their arrival, his expression revealing nothing of his thoughts as they delivered their report.

The mission details were presented clinically - five Grade 1 curses eliminated, zero civilian casualties, minimal property damage. Standard procedure.

What remained unspoken were the philosophical revelations and the subtle shift in dynamics between the three most promising students of their generation.

"Well done," Yaga-sensei concluded, studying each of them carefully. "Though I sense there's more to this mission than your report indicates."

"Just the usual," Satoru replied with forced lightness. "Little brother being dramatic, Suguru collecting pets, me being brilliant. Nothing special."

Yaga's gaze lingered on Geto, noting the uncharacteristic silence from the usually articulate student. "I see. You're dismissed then. Classes resume tomorrow morning."

As they exited Yaga's office, the tension that had momentarily dissipated during the report returned. Geto paused in the corridor, turning to face Indra directly.

"What you said about revealing and then choosing to accept or reject their nature," he began, his voice carefully controlled.

"I need to consider it further. Your perspective is... challenging, but not without merit."

Indra acknowledged this with a slight nod. "Evolution requires understanding what you truly are before you can become something greater. For curses, for humans, for everything."

"And for the Sons of Heaven?" Geto asked, his gaze intense.

"Especially for us," Satoru interjected, landing between them with characteristic timing. "Though I'm still processing the whole 'conquering the era' bit. Quite ambitious, little brother, even for you."

The corridor fell silent as a group of second-year students passed by, their cautious yet curious glances suggesting they sensed the unusual atmosphere surrounding the three first-years.

"We'll continue this discussion another time," Indra stated once they were alone again. "Some revelations require proper contemplation."

As they parted ways, Shoko approached from the direction of the infirmary, her clinical gaze assessing them for injuries.

"You all look unnaturally serious," she observed dryly. "Did something actually manage to challenge the mighty Sons of Heaven?"

"Just a philosophical disagreement," Satoru replied, his usual grin returning. "Nothing a good night's sleep won't solve."

"Philosophy from you?" Shoko raised an eyebrow. "Now I know something significant happened."

The evening settled over Jujutsu High, but the day's revelations continued to echo through the minds of those involved.

In his private quarters, Geto sat surrounded by texts on curse evolution, his expression intense as he sought answers to questions he hadn't known to ask before today.

Across campus, Satoru floated above the school's rooftop, his Six Eyes scanning the distant horizon as he considered the implications of his self-proclaimed brother's ambitions.

And in his own room, Indra stood at the window, invisible crimson aura pulsing gently as he contemplated the pieces moving into place.

The board was set, the players positioned. The conquest of this era had begun long ago, but today marked a significant advance in his grand design.

The Observer, the Sovereign, and now a potential ally who could bridge worlds - the three of them, whether aligned or opposed, would shape the future of jujutsu society in ways none could fully predict.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new revelations. But for tonight, the echoes of today's truths were enough to contemplate.

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The next morning found Indra in a secluded workshop beneath Jujutsu High, a space few students knew existed.

Ancient scrolls and modern metallurgical texts lay open on workbenches, alongside diagrams of armor designs that would have seemed more at home in a feudal museum than a modern jujutsu institution.

At the center of the workshop stood a massive suit of armor, its design reminiscent of ancient warlords yet with distinctly unique elements.

The armor was imposing and regal - a dark steel breastplate with golden trim that extended into broad, spiked shoulder pauldrons.

The helmet was particularly striking, featuring a crown-like design with three prominent spikes- one rising from its crest while two others protruded from the sides, one on the left, one on the right, giving its wearer the appearance of a King.

Symbolising the conquest over the east and the west, alongside the Heavens above themselves.

The lower half consisted of segmented leg guards that allowed for mobility while maintaining protection, and the gauntlets were designed with reinforced knuckles for devastating close combat.

The entire ensemble was completed by a flowing cape of deep crimson that would drape majestically from the shoulders, adding to the conqueror's presence it conveyed.

This was no ordinary armor - it was a manifestation of Indra's vision, modeled after the legendary conquerors he'd studied throughout history.

(Future Indra with the armour on and the armour picture)

Surrounding the armor were various containers filled with unusual materials - remnants of cursed spirits that had left physical remains after their destruction.

Something that was not the case in the original Jujutsu Kaisen world Indra read about, but was apparently the case here.

For in this world, unlike most curses that dissipated into nothingness upon death, certain highly evolved curses, particularly those approaching Special Grade, sometimes left behind physical remnants.

These remnants - bones, crystallized cursed energy, or other physical matter - were rare and highly prized for their unique properties in crafting cursed tools.

"I didn't take you for a collector of curse remnants," Yaga-sensei's voice came from the doorway, his expression neutral as he surveyed the workshop.

"Not collecting," Indra replied without looking up from the scroll he was studying. "Creating."

Yaga approached the armor, his experienced eyes immediately recognizing the unusual materials.

"Black Steel from the Zenin forges, cursed silver from the northern mountains, and..." he paused, touching one of the pauldrons, "...are these reinforced with Special Grade curse bones?"

"Materials most resonant with cursed energy," Indra confirmed, finally looking up. "The traditional methods of creating cursed tools are inefficient. They rely too heavily on chance and circumstance."

"And you believe you've found a better way?" Yaga's tone carried neither approval nor criticism, merely professional curiosity.

"Not found. Created." Indra moved to the armor, his crimson aura manifesting visibly as he traced specific patterns across the breastplate.

"Most cursed tools are objects that absorbed cursed energy over time or through significant events. This armor is being deliberately infused with specific attributes from the beginning."

Yaga's interest was clearly piqued. "You're attempting to create a cursed tool from scratch, with predetermined properties. That's... ambitious."

"Creation requires ambition," Indra stated simply, his tone matter-of-fact rather than boastful.

The crimson aura intensified around specific joints and plates of the armor, the metal seeming to drink in the energy like a living thing absorbing sustenance.

"And what attributes are you imbuing into this creation?" Yaga asked, watching the process with analytical interest.

"Primarily, amplification of my technique's reach and precision," Indra explained. "Secondary attributes include resonance with my specific cursed energy pattern and enhanced physical capabilities."

And most importantly the attribute of storing cursed energy, as well as being able to manifest and disperse the armour as he pleases. 

It will this way allow for him to be able to gain more capability with his cursed technique - though this part Indra wished to keep to himself.

"You're creating armor specifically attuned to your own cursed technique?" Yaga's interest was evident. "Many have attempted similar projects, but the results are rarely worth the effort invested."

"Others failed because they approached it as mere crafting," Indra stated. "This requires understanding the fundamental nature of one's own cursed energy and how it interacts with physical matter."

"And you believe you've solved this challenge where others haven't?" Yaga asked.

Indra's expression remained impassive. "Failure isn't an option I consider."

For several moments, they stood in silence as Indra continued the infusion process, his concentration absolute.

The crimson energy pulsed in rhythmic waves, each one leaving the armor slightly changed - more defined, more present somehow, as if it were becoming more real with each passing moment.

"The Higher Ups would be very interested in this project," Yaga finally commented.

"The Higher Ups will know when I choose to reveal it," Indra replied, his tone making it clear this wasn't negotiable. "This is not a school project or clan initiative. This is personal."

Yaga studied Indra carefully, his experienced eyes seeing beyond the imposing physical presence to the calculated purpose beneath. "Personal indeed. A warrior needs proper equipment, after all."

If Indra was surprised by Yaga's insight, he didn't show it. "Every great sorcerer throughout history understood the power of symbols. This armor isn't just protection - it's declaration."

"Of intent?" Yaga asked.

"Of capability," Indra corrected, his massive frame straightening to its full height as he regarded his creation.

The armor stood nearly as tall as he did, designed to accommodate his unusual stature while enhancing his already imposing presence.

Yaga nodded slowly, coming to a decision. "I'll ensure you have the privacy you need for this project. But Indra," his tone shifted slightly, "remember that symbols cut both ways. What you intend to declare may not be what others perceive."

"Perception matters less than reality," Indra replied. "And reality responds to those with the strength to shape it."

As Yaga departed, Indra returned to his work, the crimson aura intensifying around the helmet's crown-like crest.

The armour was taking shape not just physically but metaphysically, its very essence being forged through deliberate will rather than happenstance - done so by his technique, the Will of Heaven.

A tool worthy of his purpose.

A symbol of the path ahead.

And perhaps most importantly, a declaration to both Heaven and Earth that Indra Zenin would shape this era according to his design - not as a passive recipient of Heaven's authority, but as an active architect of his own destiny.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! Hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

Yeah, the armour is quite... grandiose to say the least. It is supposed to be the case, since Indra isn't going to wear it for anything less than Conquest and a truly worthy foe - like Sukuna for example.

Otherwise, he'll have normal clothing on.

Because come on, what kind of king would you be if you don't at least look the part when you eventually establish your own nation.

So yeah, I hope you all enjoyed this calmer chapter, and I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)