The three children found themselves standing quietly, the weight of a new meeting lingering between them. Shirone, the large white dog sitting at Shingen Genichi's feet, wagged its tail lazily, tongue lolling out as it panted. When it wasn't toppling furniture or chasing bouncy spheres, it could almost pass for a dignified guardian.
Tsumiki, ever warm and polite, found a spark of conversation. "Hello. I'm Fushiguro Tsumiki, and this is my little brother, Megumi. Is that your dog?"
Shingen gave a nod. "I'm Shingen Genichi. This was a gift from an uncle. His name is Shirone."
Tsumiki's smile brightened. "Shirone… that's a lovely name. Can I call you Genichi? Megumi has two dogs too — though I can't see them. He says one's black and one's white. But I can see your dog!"
Genichi simply nodded again, not explaining that Shirone was a Cursed Corpse — a specially animated construct infused with Cursed Energy. To them, it was just a very well-trained dog. No need to complicate things.
Shirone, as if understanding the compliment, let out a playful huff and wagged his tail faster. Megumi, the quiet, stoic boy beside Tsumiki, remained reserved, but not unfriendly. With his sister around, he carried a kind of stillness — obedient in his silence.
Thanks to Shirone, the three quickly grew more comfortable with each other. Eventually, with some coaxing, Tsumiki managed to persuade Megumi to summon one of his own hounds.
Genichi watched with interest as Megumi raised his hands, forming the shape of a canine with his fingers — a hand seal like a shadow puppet. From beneath him, his shadow rippled — and then a large white dog emerged silently from the floor.
'So that's the White Dog…from Divine
Dogs Shikigami'
Strangely, Shirone seemed to get along with the Divine Dog almost immediately. Perhaps because both were created from Cursed Energy, there was a kind of unspoken camaraderie between them.
They played for nearly an entire afternoon. Even Megumi lightened up a little — though his expression barely changed. As the sun dipped lower, Genichi was about to excuse himself and head back, but Tsumiki invited him to stay for dinner.
He hesitated. Technically, he could cook for himself — though reaching the stove without a step stool might be a challenge. But when Megumi shot him a not-so-subtle glance that clearly said, You better not, Genichi couldn't help but smile and accept.
Dinner was humble: rice, miso soup, and some pan-fried vegetables. But Genichi hadn't had a proper meal with a family in a long time, and he found himself eating heartily. So heartily, in fact, that he and Megumi ended up silently competing for the last helping of rice.
Megumi stared at him with visible irritation. Why is he acting so familiar already? He's barely been here a day and he's practically moved in… And Tsumiki's smiling at him more than she ever does at me.
He stabbed at his rice with his chopsticks, brooding.
"Megumi, don't play with your food," Tsumiki scolded softly.
He scowled even harder.
•••••
Later that evening, Genichi finally returned to his own residence. The house was large — far too large for a single child. The emptiness echoed faintly in the halls, but Genichi didn't feel uneasy. He explored the rooms with practiced calm, finally selecting a sunlit bedroom on the second floor.
The house was clean, the power and water worked, and the fridge was stocked. It seemed someone had tidied the place before his arrival. Maybe Gojo Satoru wasn't as completely unreliable as Yaga Masamichi suggested.
Shirone scouted the house like it was on a patrol mission, nosing every corner and stretching on rugs like he owned the place.
That night, Genichi fell asleep quickly. The weight of everything — the move, the revelations, the battle — finally caught up with him.
The next morning, he woke early and cooked himself a simple breakfast: fried egg, toast, and milk. Not bad for a kid who had to pull a chair to reach the stove.
Just as he finished eating, a knock echoed through the quiet house.
Opening the door, he was unsurprised to see Gojo Satoru standing there, smiling like he hadn't a care in the world. "Yo~ Ready for the next step? I'm taking you to test your Technique — and while we're at it, we'll cover some Jujutsu basics."
Without waiting for a reply, Gojo gestured. Genichi turned, picked up Shirone, and in the next instant, the world warped. When it settled again, he was back at Tokyo Jujutsu High — though not in the central courtyard this time. They stood on a rugged, open patch of land, almost like a training field.
Not far away stood Yaga Masamichi, arms folded and unimpressed.
"Satoru, he's just a kid," he said sternly. "Is this really necessary right now?"
Gojo waved him off. "Relax, relax. Genichi's got talent — and his Technique is special. We need to figure out how it works."
Turning to Genichi, he clapped once. "Yaga-sensei here is the best when it comes to the fundamentals. Listen well."
Yaga stepped forward, voice firm and focused. "Let's start with the basics."
"Cursed Energy is born from negative emotions. When enough of it accumulates in a place or person, it creates Curses — monsters that feed on that energy. Every year, tens of thousands of people in Japan die or vanish due to Curses."
He continued, "Some people are born with the ability to control Cursed Energy. sometimes they also awaken a unique Technique, this people is what you known as Jujutsu Sorcerers — warriors who fight these spirits."
"Techniques are like innate abilities — like breathing. Once awakened, they're as much a part of you as your limbs. Some people, like Gojo, have Techniques that are publicly known, which actually makes them stronger thanks to a binding vow. His is called Limitless — anything that approaches him slows down infinitely. That's why you can't touch him."
Gojo waved from the sidelines. "Unparalleled, unbeatable, undeniably handsome — that's me~!"
Yaga didn't break stride. "He also possesses the Six Eyes — a rare power that allows him to see the flow of Cursed Energy and even read the structure of Techniques. As for yours, Genichi, it's still unknown."
Gojo stepped forward. "Alright, time for a demonstration."
Genichi took a breath. "Sometimes, I enter this… state. Everything slows down, and I move incredibly fast — like time itself stops."
He activated his power.
Cursed Energy surged silently, and the world around him changed. The wind slowed. The leaves stilled mid-fall. Even Yaga's eyes widened slightly as Genichi darted across the field. Gojo tracked him easily — his gaze sharp behind his tinted sunglasses— but Yaga could only catch blurred motion.
After a few seconds, Genichi returned to normal.
Gojo raised his hand, forming a small orb of blue Cursed Energy between his fingers. "Try this. See if you can create one like it."
Genichi nodded, concentrating. He'd done something like this before — back during that fight — but not with control. Now, under Gojo's casual guidance, he managed to summon a small, glowing sphere at the tip of his finger.
"Good," Gojo said. "Now apply your Technique to that orb. Let's see what happens."
The moment Genichi focused, something clicked. His Technique — the strange, ambient presence he always felt inside himself — responded instantly.
He willed it into the sphere.
It vanished.
A faint trail cut the air where it had disappeared, and then, at the far edge of the field, a sharp, piercing sound rang out.
Yaga's eyes narrowed. He hadn't even seen it move.
That speed...it's like teleportation. That was something else entirely.
It's like his attack directly hit the target, ignoring concepts of 'distant' entirely.
He turned to Gojo, lowering his voice. "If that had been aimed at me, I'd have no way to dodge it."
Gojo nodded. "Same here. I can follow him, barely. but the projectile? No way."
Genichi lowered his hand, feeling slightly drained. His breathing was steady, but inside, he could feel the energy it had taken.
"I didn't use a lot of Cursed Energy," he admitted, "but I think the speed was… too fast even for me to see."
Gojo's hand shaded his eyes as he looked toward the disappearing trail in the sky. Then he turned toward Genichi, blue eyes glittering with something unreadable.
"This is… something else."
Yaga looked at Gojo seriously. "Well? What's his Technique?"
Gojo grinned, but his voice was thoughtful now. "It's Time."
He let the word sink in before continuing.
"Genichi's Technique manipulates time itself. He's not strengthening his body to move faster — he's accelerating his personal time. Same with his projectiles. When he attacks, their time flows differently. Faster. So much faster that we can't react."
Yaga's face stiffened with shock. Time-related Techniques were rare — borderline mythical. Tengen's immortality, Gojo's Limitless… But this?
"The implications are ridiculous," Gojo continued. "And his Cursed Energy? It's being affected by that same time acceleration. He generates it so fast, it almost replenishes faster than he spends it."
He smiled. "I have infinite energy because I have Six Eyes that allows me to use cursed energy with extreme efficiency. He might reach that same result for a different reason — Cursed Energy generation exceeding consumption."
Genichi stared down at his hands. "Time… So my Technique really is time-based?"
The revelation echoed inside him.
Images flooded his mind — memories of frozen space, still air, and the blur of his own movement. It all made sense now.
Gojo clapped him on the back. "Pretty wild, huh? First of its kind. Want to name it?"
Genichi paused.
Then his voice was calm, but proud: "Let's call it... Time Wheel."
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