Terrifying Zenin Heir

I am a cursed spirit born out of the fear of ghosts. I am 4 months old. Flying through the night sky, I ignore the humans on the ground, in turn heading toward a beacon of cursed energy.

My entire life, I've been eating non-sorcerers humans to grow stronger. In desperation, I ate half a town's worth of humans in 2 days. Now I know they are after me.

The jujutsu sorcerers. They are looking for me. My instincts scream at me to avoid them at all costs. Sure, I can beat some, but anything strong enough can exorcise me.

That leaves me shivering in fear. The fear of death. I haven't been able to live my life... I haven't been able to become the strongest cursed spirit and save my race.

Flying above a town, I land in the middle of a nearby forest. My body has changed since I was first born. Now, I have a full humanoid body. My cursed energy reserves are growing bottomless

Spotting 2 young humans in the forest, my mouth begins to water. My greed takes over as I move through the forest hungrily. The trees blur as I head toward the 2 humans.

My arms lash out. They take their heads off instantly as I begin devouring them before they even know what killed them.

*Crunch*

*Snap*

*Crunch*

*Crunch*

*Sqluench*

"Yo! Enjoying your meal?"

A voice cuts through my pleasure like a cursed tool. Immediately, my body tenses in fear as pressure beyond my comprehension bears down on me.

Turning my head slowly, I spot a smaller human. Its hair is dark, and its eyes shine red. My entire being seizes as I spot the massive creature behind it.

Floating behind the boy is something similar to a bird-cursed spirit. Naturally, I felt hope at spotting my kin until I sensed its energy. That thing is this boy's cursed technique.

"Stay away!" I yell in fear, flaring my cursed energy and activating my cursed technique as a ghostly mist covers the area. At the lapse, I soar into the air to flee.

As I feel that I'm going to escape, I spot a flash in the distance as I screech in agony. A long serpent bites down on my lower body as I'm dragged back down to the ground.

Moaning in pain as my body impacts the ground, I spot the same human, his eyes showing boredom as he kneels in front of me.

"You're pretty intellectual for a spirit, eh? Too bad. You would've been another mahito if given a couple more months." The boy's voice draws out as I look toward him in confusion, mahito? Who is he speaking of? Another cursed spirit, perhaps?

As I slowly get up, my head gets pierced by something, and my eyes widen as I feel my body burn. This is the end

Cursing the human with my final seconds of existence, I fade away.

(Another pov)

Two monsters were born on December 7th, the zenin and gojo heir. The gojo heir was born with 6 eyes, and the zenin heir was born with cursed energy greater than anyone we've seen for 700 years.

On their 4th birthdays, their cursed techniques were confirmed. Limitless and the ten shadows technique.

This has changed the world. A 6 eyes Limitless use and a ten shadows user hasn't been born in the same era for 300 years.

The world began compensating for these two existences. More cursed spirits were born. Stronger. Grade 3 sorcerers went from useful cannon fodder to nothing helpful at all.

My brother and I currently find ourselves in a restaurant. Conversing the topic on who will be stronger when fully matured, the gojo heir or the zenin heir.

"I heard the zenin heir beat the gojo heir in a secret three clan meeting. Rumor is the boy pulled off the domain. Amplification at 5 years old!" My brothers voice is filled with disbelief as he speaks about what he heard.

"I doubt that is true. A child couldn't pull that off, and besides, the gojo heir should be untouchable. The fabled neutral limitless. Is infinity." My voice cuts through the air as me and my brother and I begin bickering.

Leaving the restaurant, my brother and I headed to leave the mall. As we ignored the non sorcerers around us, a pressure akin to death bore down on us.

Turning my head, I spot a child. No older than 8 walking casually. Hands in his pockets and a pout on his face. Black hair and piercing red eyes.

My brother and I gawk at the person we were just talking about. The pressure gets even more immense as the boy looks to us.

"What are you weaklings looking at?" The voice is childish but filled with power. His eyes seem to pierce the veil, piercing our souls as the cursed energy swirling around him increases in force.

"N-no one." My brother croaks out as the boy grins his face, showing pleasure.

"Good, I don't like people staring." The boy walks off hands in pockets.

A child. A mere child with so much cursed energy. This shouldn't be possible. My brother and I hurry out of the mall.

(Naoya pov)

My brother is the strongest. The greatest sorcerers this world has seen in hundreds of years. When I get older, I want to be just like him!

Staring at the female servants cowering as I scowl at them, I smile. A woman must always be 3 steps behind a man. That's what Father says.

I won't be the head of the zenin family, but father says I will still hold an important role within the clan when I reach maturity. When I got the same cursed technique as my father, he was overjoyed. But he never praised me the same as my brother.

That angered me. I challenged my brother to a fight. My cursed technique makes me faster than almost every modern sorcerer despite being a child.

After challenging my elder brother for the title of heir, my world shifted. Showing me that some people are just born better than others. Despite my cursed technique being revolved around speed, my brother was still faster.

The way he moved was akin to a leaf in the wind. He didn't even summon any of his shikigami. He just beat me in hand-to-hand combat.

Brother's strength was devastating, and his speed was akin to our father's. Without a doubt, brother is the strongest of the zenin clan despite being just 10 years old recently.

Since then, I've acknowledged that my elder brother will always be superior. It is his birthright to be the strongest.

Brother has never lost a fight. Even when fighting the arrogant gojo clan heir, he remained victorious. Even against older zenin children, he's remained undefeated.

I can't imagine the weight placed upon his shoulders. How can someone bear with always having to be the strongest? The expectations?

My respect for Yami is beyond respect for my father. Such strength shouldn't go without being respected properly.