Self Discovery

Aaron sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes shut tight as he tried to steady his breathing. He'd been at this for what felt like hours, trying to tap into some hidden well of power. But no matter how hard he concentrated, nothing happened. His mind wandered, his focus faltered, and frustration bubbled up inside him.

'Why isn't this working?' he thought, fists clenching in his lap. 'If cursed energy comes from negative emotions, shouldn't this be easy? I have plenty of those.'

He opened his eyes, feeling the weight of failure pressing down on him. The idea of cursed energy from Jujutsu Kaisen had been on his mind ever since he woke up, the thought that maybe, just maybe, he could harness something like that. But it wasn't as simple as just willing it into existence.

'Maybe I'm not angry enough,' Aaron mused, leaning back against the wall. 'Or maybe I'm not letting myself feel it properly.' He thought back to the show, to the way the characters tapped into their power through pain and suffering. The idea twisted uncomfortably in his gut. 'Do I really have to go there? Relive all the worst parts of my life just to see if this is real?'

The thought made him pause. He hadn't wanted to revisit his past—memories that felt too heavy, too raw to bring to the surface. But maybe that was exactly the problem. He was trying too hard to control it, to keep those feelings at bay when what he needed was to let them in.

Taking a deep breath, Aaron closed his eyes again. This time, he didn't try to push the thoughts away. He let them flood in—memories of late nights in a sterile office, the endless monotony of his old life, the sense of being lost and unseen.

'Is this what it takes? Do I have to feel all of this again?' The realization was a heavy one, but he pushed on, letting the emotions swirl around him. He focused on the anger, the regret, the sadness, trying to channel them into something more, something he could use.

But as he delved deeper, something unexpected happened. A memory surfaced—one he had buried so deep it felt like it didn't belong to him. It was a fragment, hazy and incomplete, but the pain it brought with it was sharp and overwhelming.

His breath caught in his throat as the memory played out, and he felt a tear escape the corner of his eye. 'This is it… this is what I've been running from.' The thought was bitter, but he couldn't deny it. If he wanted to unlock whatever power lay dormant within him, he had to face it all.

But just as he was about to delve deeper into that dark well, Aaron felt it—a strange, tingling sensation spreading through his body. It was faint at first, like a shiver running up his spine, but it quickly grew stronger, more tangible. His breath caught in his throat as he recognized the feeling.

'Cursed energy…' The realization hit him like a jolt of electricity, and he could feel the energy pulsing within him, raw and untamed. It was as if a dam had broken, and the power he'd been searching for was finally unleashed.

Aaron opened his eyes, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He'd done it—he'd tapped into the cursed energy, and he hadn't had to fully confront the shadows of his past to do it. For now, at least, he'd escaped that particular predicament.

But the effort had taken its toll. He felt his body growing heavy with fatigue, the rush of energy leaving him drained. With a deep sigh, he let himself relax, leaning back against the wall. The tension in his muscles slowly eased, and he closed his eyes, letting the relief wash over him.

'So, I really have a golden finger,' he thought, a wry small smile playing on his lips. The realization brought a surge of elation—he wasn't just an ordinary kid in this world; he had something special, something powerful. It was everything he had hoped for and more.

After a while, Aaron's breathing steadied, and he felt the energy within him begin to stabilize. He wasn't done yet—not by a long shot. He needed to understand this power, to learn how to control it. He focused inward, trying to get a better sense of the cursed energy flowing through him.

The sensation was still new and unfamiliar, but he could feel the energy moving throughout his body. It wasn't fully under his control yet, but he could sense its presence, a hum of power that resonated beneath his skin. He imagined it like a current running through his veins, pulsing with a steady rhythm.

'Alright, I can feel it now,' Aaron thought, concentrating on the sensation. 'It's there, moving through me. I just need to get used to it, learn how to harness it.'

As he focused, the energy seemed to respond, flowing more smoothly with each passing moment. It wasn't perfect—sometimes it felt like it was slipping away, but overall, Aaron felt a growing sense of connection with it. He was far from mastering it, but the progress was enough to give him hope.

With a final, contented sigh, Aaron allowed himself to relax fully, feeling a slight buzz of satisfaction. The energy was there, within him, and he had taken the first steps towards understanding it. He wasn't ready for the final step yet, but for now, he was pleased with the progress.

'One step at a time,' he thought, a sense of calm settling over him. 'I'll get there. I know I will.'

Aaron focused inward, trying to get a better sense of the cursed energy flowing through him. The sensation was new and unfamiliar, like a pulsing rhythm beneath his skin. It wasn't fully under his control yet, but he could feel it moving throughout his body—a hum of power that was both exhilarating and unnerving.

'Alright, I can feel it now,' Aaron thought, concentrating on the sensation. 'It's there, moving through me. I just need to get used to it, learn how to harness it.' The anticipation built within him, mixed with a tinge of anxiety. He wanted to test his limits, to see how far this newfound power could take him.

In a burst of determination, he decided to push himself further. He grabbed a pillow from the bed, holding it in front of him. 'Let's see if I can make something happen,' he murmured, his voice tinged with both hope and apprehension. He took a deep breath, visualizing the cursed energy flowing out and enveloping the pillow.

As he focused, Aaron imagined his blue eyes transforming into the Six Eyes—a vision of perfect clarity and efficiency in cursed energy use. He pictured himself channeling cursed energy with the precision and control that the Six Eyes would offer, making the activation and maintenance of Infinity much easier. He envisioned the energy extending outward, forming a barrier of limitless potential.

Frustrated he just shouts "Infinity..." catching his breath and as soon as he spoke the word, he felt an unexpected sensation—a burst of energy surged through his body, centering around his tongue. It was as if the very act of saying the word had drawn additional force from his cursed energy, amplifying its effect. The pillow stopped mid-air, suspended as if held by an invisible force.

Aaron's eyes widened in disbelief. He stared at the suspended pillow, his breath catching in his throat. 'What just happened?' he thought, confusion mingling with awe. The pillow remained perfectly still, defying gravity, and he was left stunned, trying to process the sudden and inexplicable result. The realization that he had achieved this effect, seemingly by accident, was both thrilling and baffling.

'It worked, but why?' he wondered, feeling a mix of triumph and bewilderment. The control over cursed energy was still fragile, and the extra force he felt around his tongue was a new, perplexing element. The journey to mastering his power had only just begun, and the path forward was filled with both excitement and uncertainty.

With a deep breath, Aaron allowed himself to savor the moment, feeling a renewed sense of confidence even as he grappled with the confusion. The journey ahead would be challenging, but for now, he was eager to explore the depths of his newfound abilities.

Aaron stared at the suspended pillow, still grappling with the sight before him. As the reality of the moment sank in, his mind began to race, connecting dots that had been lingering at the edge of his consciousness.

'Wait a minute,' he thought, a frown creasing his brow. 'Pale skin, white hair, blue eyes?… that's not just any random combination. It's a distinct look, one that's really familiar.'

His thoughts whirled as he recalled the characters from Jujutsu Kaisen. While he didn't think he was directly linked to Gojo, the traits and energy he was experiencing seemed oddly reminiscent of someone near him.

'No way,' Aaron muttered, his eyes widening in disbelief. 'Could it be… that my abilities are related to him somehow?'

The energy that had surged through his body, focusing around his tongue, was suddenly making sense. 'The energy sensation on my tongue,' he thought, piecing it all together. 'It's not Gojo's power, but it's something unique. The way I felt the energy—there's a connection, just not the one I thought.'

And then it clicked.....

"Oh it is him isn't it.... Inumaki"