A Monster.

{Several months later.}

On a slightly chilly, cloudy afternoon in the month of September, two figures could be seen walking down a stone path beneath the falling leaves.

One male, the other, a female.

The man was considerably taller and looked to be in his mid-twenties from the maturity on his face. On his mouth, he bore the 'Snake And Fangs' seal of the Inumaki clan, giving him an unsettling appearance to the normal humans that saw him.

He wore a black tight fitting shirt, and black baggy sweatpants with black martial art slippers.

He had an athletic appearance but other than his strange tattoos and suspiciously bright eyes, he looked like everyone else.

The woman, on the other hand, dressed like a simple monk and carried a blank expression on her face as she walked next to him, listening to him prattle on about something she deemed insignificant.

If one didn't know any better, they might have probably thought they were siblings.

"Yeah, that's why I think the Zenin Clan is a good target. Their philosophy matches up with mine perfectly. Hm...you think they have any special grade sorcerers, Uraume?"

The woman shrugged her shoulders and continued walking along nonchalantly, not giving him a straight answer.

'Jin Itadori huh? Kenjaku called him a monster that only came into being once a millenia. But...I don't see it. Compared to Sukuna-sama, he's only so-so. Maybe that's why Kenjaku sent me along to "watch him work."'

Jin just sighed at Uraume's nonchalance and continued in silence as they crossed the barrier into Jujutsu High.

Kenjaku had informed them of a way to infiltrate the barrier without altering the school, so it was easy for them to get in.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the two of them arrived in front of a cliff overlooking the Zenin Clan.

"Ahh...just like I remember it. The Zenin Clan."

While Jin was, Uraume wasn't impressed with what she saw. In her era, any sorcerer that was worth anything had bigger and better looking houses than this.

"What are you doing here again?"

With his hands in his pockets, a small smile slowly appeared on Jin's face.

"I'm curious. How much do they believe in that philosophy? Whoever is the strongest, rules the clan. Might makes right. That's what they believe. That's what I believe. I've come to test that belief."

Is that why Kenjaku asked her to follow Jin all the way out here to this secluded clan?

Just the thought of that made Uraume annoyed.

Stomping her foot rapidly, she asked, "So what do you want me to do? Protect you just in case things get too much for you? As a sorcerer, you should be-"

"Shh."

Jin raised his finger up his lips and said calmly, "Put up a barrier over the clan that blocks cursed energy and sound from getting out. Remember to do it the way Ken-"

"Fine. If you try to run away, I'll kill you myself. If you die, don't expect me to feel sorry for you. Fight and die as a sorcerer."

Just as Jin jumped off the cliff to face the clan, he whispered, "Heh, that's the way I like it."

The moment he landed on the ground, he moved like a blur and within moments, arrived at the gates of the Zenin.

"Shatter."

BOOM!!!

The gates crumbled into pieces as they exploded into the clan's walls, alerting everybody inside.

Jin's mastery over Cursed Speech was exquisite.

He theorized that he would've mastered it to this degree with extra time himself, but since he claimed the Six Eyes, his comprehension of cursed energy exploded into new heights.

He practically got the hang of it within several minutes of possessing Inumaki's body.

WHOOSH!

Innumerable figures appeared in the courtyard of the Zenin Clan, surrounding Jin with various weapons drawn.

"Do you know where you are, Inumaki brat?"

Within the crowd, an older man appeared with a younger one at his side, standing in front of everyone.

Jin, hands still in his pockets, smirked as he looked at them.

"The Zenin Clan, right?"

No response.

A man wearing a kimono walked out of the crowd and drew his sword with flames igniting themselves upon it.

"Brother, I'll take care of it this fool."

He immediately raised his sword and locked his gaze upon Jin's neck, ready to cut him down in one move.

But, before the man could strike, a hand appeared on his shoulder, stopping his movements.

"Ogi, look carefully. He's oddly confident even though he's surrounded right? Plus, look at his eyes. Don't they match the description? 'Orange eyes like the flames of hell themselves.' Look, brother."

The man put his sword down and took a deep look into Jin's eyes, finally catching on to who he was facing.

"Tchhh!! Jin...Itadori."

He spat these words out between gritted teeth, the grip on his sword tightening, the hair on his body shivering.

Unfortunately for them, Jin wasn't going to stand around and wait for them to carry out any moves. After all, the best test is an unexpected one.

"Dismantle."

With just one word, Jin rotated 360 degrees as his hand shot out his pockets, swiping at the air.

BOOM!

A thin white omnidirectional blast of air shot out of his body with inconceivable speed, bisecting anyone who wasn't fast enough to react.

WHOOSH!

Within moments, he felt a hand touch him and in the next, he was sent flying as some type of force hit him.

'A punch. To think they hit me with such speed. This must be the technique I saw in Toji's memories.'

Jin quickly recovered and sent out at multiple slashes at both attackers, who seemed to be the strongest of the clan.

And just like before, one palm, then a punch sending him flying away.

Their cursed technique was impressive, but to a Jin bolstered by the Six Eyes, using the same attack more than once against him was akin to confessing what your technique was to him.

'I see. Now I really understand.'

Again, Jin recovered mid-air, bounced off a wall and sent out another array of air slashes at them, this time with even more speed.

But, just like before...he felt a palm.

And the moment he did, Jin matched the movements of the technique laid put before him and immediately countered the user with an innumerable amount of slashes, sending them flying through the halls of the Zenin Clan with missing limbs.

'This is why I must limit myself to this technique in the battles to come. It's simple, reliable and powerful. But, I lack proficiency. That should've killed that old man, but instead it just left him crippled. Disappointing.'

Jin picked up an arm laying on the ground and showed it to the other user of the cursed technique, laughing as he did so.

"This belongs to Naobito Zenin, right? Then you should be Naoya. It's a pleasure to meet both of you."

This exchange between the trio happened in seconds, causing the surrounding surviving Zenin Clan members to be shocked when only Naoya remained.

But they didn't hesitate.

They all rushed Jin with reckless abandon and iron wills, each of them ready to take him down.

All units of the Zenin were there.

The Hei.

The Kukuru.

The Akashi.

All impressive warriors that were willing to lay down their lives down for their belief.

All of them feeling complete despair at the slaughter their clansmen were undergoing.

With every movement, Jin would kill several men.

He incorporated the slashes into his martial arts so seamlessly that one couldn't even tell when they were coming.

With every use, he became sharper, faster, more refined.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Naoya fought relentlessly with the members of his clan, but Jin already figured out the crux of it. All he could do was try to outpace Jin with Projection Sorcery combined with martial arts.

But, that wasn't enough.

'Dismantle.'

Jin sent out another multitude of slashes, causing another set of Zenin members to fall into pieces.

"Bring out a thousand more members..."

Giant hands made out of cursed energy came from behind him and attacked, causing him to immediately flip over them and counter attack with a series of Dismantles.

"An arsenal of cursed techniques..."

Naobito suddenly reappeared, rushing at Jin with his son and brother combined, all three of them attacking Jin at once.

But no opening in his defense could be found.

Jin countered with three separate powerful blows, all infused with dismantles, blowing them away with frightening efficiency.

"...nothing can stop me."

It was a massacre. Jin was a force of nature that could not be suppressed by mere numbers.

A half-mile away back on the cliff, Uraume shook as she saw the battle unfolding. She couldn't believe her eyes.

"T-that technique! Sukuna-sama's technique! How?! What is Kenjaku planning?!"