Few years later.

" Madara!! Madara!!!" A loud feminine voice shouted incessantly, calling unto a young man who was in a library constantly absorbing huge textbooks like a foam in water.

The young man had short blonde hair and his dark eyes were scanning through the pages of a huge book in front of him with uttermost seriousness. Over the past 8 years, Madara has grown extremely well, though a bit skinny but still handsome.

He was homeschooled by his parents and excelled in all aspects of his studies.

Over the past few years, he had managed to find out a lot about this new world from his dad and his huge ass library, where he spent all day.

This world was actually a super powered world, where the strong were respected and the weak were trampled upon and ruled.

Those grosteque creatures he could see all around were what his Dad described to him as Cursed Spirits, or curses for simplicity. They were creatures born negative emotions and were extremely deadly and treated humans as food. Curses were ranked according to their strengths, from fourth grade to Special Grade.

The nemesis of the cursed spirits were a group of trained humans who have learnt to manipulate and use cursed energy to exorcise those curses and were called Jujutsu Sorcerers. The sorcerers were also graded like curses from fourth grade which was the weakest to special grade which was an almost Godlike level for Sorcerers.

Sorcerers learnt how to manipulate cursed energy through Cursed Techniques. A set of powerful manuals which allowed the sorcerer to effectively use cursed energy to attack, defend and a whole. In fact the strength of a Cursed Technique determined the potential of the sorcerer. A strong Cursed Technique meant a greater potential and vice versa

Some cursed techniques were genetic and could be inherited by only people from that particular clan. By far, there were three powerful clans of sorcerers who could be said to have the most powerful cursed techniques.

They were the Gojo Clan, the Zenin Clan and the Kamo family. These were powerful clans that had existed with a heritage of over thousand years since the Heian Era, the Golden Age of Sorcery. Most of their members possess and incredible talent for Jujutsu sorcery as well powerful techniques.

His mother, Mina came from the prestigious Fujiwara clan, a clan that was extremely powerful, though not as powerful as the big three. Their cursed technique allowed them to sense and manipulate emotions which made them quite the opponents to contend with, while his father, Kishimo Haibara, hailed from the Haibara clan, a prestigious clan know for their extremely powerful physical body and their ability to manipulate earth with their cursed energy.

Madara on the other hand didn't know whether he had a Cursed Technique or not. In fact, he felt as if his cursed technique had to do with his gift of foresight which he had been training over the past few years.

" Young man!! I have been calling you for the past three minutes. All you know how to do is to read and read and read. You should go out and make friends like your age mates do. I worry if I'm ever going to get grandchildren." Mina had an exasperated look as she twisted Madara's ear and spoke.

" Come on Ma, I'm sorry, I couldn't hear aaarghhh.." Madara wanted to give an excuse to free himself from his mothers clutches and the only thing he got was an even more painful twist which caused him to shriek in pain.

" It's time for breakfast, and you're here coped up in your father's stupid library." She pulled him from by the ear to the dining room and forcefully sat him down.

" Mum. I'm not hungry. I'll eat later. Let me finish the book I'm reading and I'll—" He argued and wanted to leave when an angry voice spoke out.

" You better sit your ass down young man !!" He turned around to see his mom fuming, while Kishimo sat there unwilling to interfere unless he wanted to sleep in the hall.

His wife was a gentle and loving lady, but she could be cranky at times.

" Sigh." Madara sighed, picked up his spoon and began to eat as a smile blossomed on his face. At least in this new life, he had new parents and he loved them very much even if they weren't his real parents.

" Say son, you're 14 now right? That's good. I've registered you at Jujutsu High School in Tokyo. I believe it's time you became the sorcerer you always wanted to be." Kishimo spoke with a slight smile.

" Thanks Dad. " Madara smiled. Staying at home and reading all day was fine and all, but he wanted in on the action, the adventure.

" And make sure when you return after the first year, I see a girlfriend." Mina said at the side with a wide smile. She knew how Madara always dreamt of becoming a sorcerer.

. " Uugghh. Mom.. why this again?" He facepalmed and shook his head. " Don't give me that young man, you better bring him a girlfriend or don't come back at all!" She humphed and spoke.

....

Few weeks later, everything had been finalized. He was leaving for Tokyo today. His mum and dad escorted him to the airport and and only left him when it was time for his flight.

After an hour or two of flying he got to his destination and walked out of the plane alone, holding unto a suitcase.

Looking around, he spotted a man in a two piece suit waving at him.

" You must be Madara. I'm Aria. Welcome to Tokyo. I'm here to pick you to Jujutsu High." The man in the three piece suit smiled and gestured to Madara who sat in the car indifferently.

A few seconds later, the car drove off, entering into the deepest parts of the city.