Am I bad?

"Mama, is Asahi bad?" the son's innocent voice echoed through the hallway as he walked alongside his mother.

Every step they took seemed to prompt a reaction from the servants they passed. Each time they encountered a servant, a wave of deference washed over them, causing them to bow their heads towards the small child in a display of respect, tinged with an underlying sense of fear.

"What do you mean honey?" The mother responded, petting his head gently as she asked him

"Maya's scared of Asahi" the boy softly muttered, remembering how one of his caretaker always flinched whenever he raised his tone

Even the slightest shift in his tone could scare someone, because of that he has been trying to maintain a cute and friendly tone whenever he speak as to not alert anyone.

Sensing her son's confusion, the mother paused, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of love and concern. 

She knelt down to his eye level, her heart heavy with the weight of his question. "It's because you're special, sweetheart," she began gently, her voice soft yet unwavering.

"You possess a power within you that commands respect, even from those who don't understand it.

But remember, it's not something to be feared. You're still the same wonderful boy that we all love."

"But why are they scared? Asahi is not scary," the son protested, his young mind struggling to grasp the concept.

The mother attempted to explain, but to the boy, the idea of being feared was incomprehensible.

'Because I have power?' he pondered silently, his brow furrowing with confusion. 'Why do I have power? Does everyone have power?' Questions swirled through his mind, none of them making any sense to the boy as to why anyone would fear him.

In truth, the reason for their fear is not solely the power he commands. The servants fear him because they know all too well what someone with his power is capable of, as other members of the abusive family have shown them several times before.

"Because they are afraid that you might abuse it," the mother explained softly, her gaze darting around to ensure that none of the family elders were listening to their conversation.

"When someone has great power, they might become lost in it and start to see those who lack such power as beneath them," the mother explained patiently.

"When that happens, everyone will fear them. Everyone might do what those people tell them to do, but no one would actually like those kinds of people."

The boy listened intently, processing his mother's words. Gradually, understanding dawned on him, and he nodded his head in acknowledgment.

"So promise mom, okay? When you grow up, use your power for good things. Okay?" The mother extended her pinky finger, signaling the boy to make a pinky promise, and he eagerly wrapped his own small finger around hers.

His thought process was simple. He didn't want people to be scared of him, so if doing good things would make people like him, then he would do it.

With a determined nod, he made the promise, his young heart filled with a desire to be someone others could trust and admire.

They continued their walk towards the test room, hand in hand, the boy swinging his arms excitedly as he looked forward to what awaited him.

"Mom, do you have the power?" he innocently asked.

"No, sweetie, Mom doesn't have the power," she replied in a soft tone, her heart swelling with love for her son's innocence and curiosity.

"Can I give you mine?" Again, the boy's innocence touched her heart deeply. The thought of someone as pure as him being corrupted by the other members of her family felt like a stab wound to her heart.

"I don't know, honey, but maybe you can try when you are older," the mother replied, her reluctance evident in her voice. She knew deep down that there was nothing anyone could do to gain such power.

Everyone is born with a set amount of cursed energy. No one can increase or decrease it unless through a binding vow, but those vows need to be equal in value.

So technically, if you are born without much cursed energy, then there is nothing anyone can do to change that.

"I will!" The boy exclaimed excitedly, jumping in place with enthusiasm. His mother couldn't help but giggle at his innocence as they continued their journey towards the test room, her heart filled with love and pride for her determined son.

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The mother and son both arrived at the test room, greeted by a crowd of people gathered in front of the large door, awaiting their arrival.

"Finally, another minute late and I would've dragged you both here," one of them, a middle-aged man covered in scars with unkempt hair reaching his back, remarked gruffly.

He stood out among the sorcerers, his muscular physique a stark contrast to the usual small build of most practitioners.

While most sorcerers focused solely on honing their cursed energy and techniques, neglecting physical training, this man seemed to have dedicated himself to both aspects of combat, resulting in his impressive muscularity.

"You took too long, Niwa," remarked the other, an old man appearing to be around his forties. His face was weathered with wrinkles visible from a mile away, and he stood with his eyes closed, as if he didn't need to see to perceive the world around him.

Or it's just a normal anime tropes

"Apologies, Ogi-sama," the mother bowed her head respectfully. Despite the person being her own father, she maintained a distant response, as the old man had denounced her as his daughter several times throughout her life.

"Tch, you can't even come here on time? What good are you?" The last person to speak was a young man in his teens. He stood arrogantly, arms crossed over his chest, and frowned disapprovingly at the mother.

"Bad! No no!" The toddler quickly scolded the young man, sensing the hostility towards his mother. With determination, the small child pointed his finger in a scolding manner at the young man, attempting to make a scary face.

However, instead of intimidation, his efforts resulted in an adorable expression, melting the hearts of those present.

If only they have a heart

"Is this what you have been teaching your son? Disrespecting elders like this. Should we put you inside the room next?" The young man's words struck fear into the mother's heart as she realized what awaited inside the room.

Sweat began to bead on her forehead as she braced herself for the consequences of her son's actions.

Countless curses from grades 2 to even grades 1. It is a place used to train for the stronger member of their family but is also a place to discipline the weaker ones

A room filled with invisible ghost that will slowly tears and eat you alive.

They will grab you and and rip you as you can do nothing but scream as they violate you in every way

"Please Naoya-sama, forgive my incompetence" As the mother groveled and begged for forgiveness, an intense pressure emanated from the young child beside her, who continued to point at the young man.

Despite his cute appearance, the boy now appeared terrifying as his whole body became enveloped in a thick layer of cursed energy after the young man dared to threaten his mother.

He pout. His expression is no less cute than it was before but the ammount of cursed energy flowing out of his body violently like a burning fire speaks otherwise

The pressure intensified, causing the walls to shake as the boy continued to stare at the teenager, his heart filled with rage.

"Meanie!" With a fierce cry, the small child unleashed his cursed energy, causing it to explode outward like a storm.

All of the Sorcerers near him staggered back, their senses overwhelmed by the sudden burst of power.

"What is the meaning of this?" Suddenly, an old man with white hair walked in wearing a Yukata. His presence commanded attention as he surveyed the scene, his sharp gaze locking onto the culprit.

A small child, now engulfed in a shroud of cursed energy, emitted a menacing aura, with tendrils of black fire swirling around him, sending everyone nearby reeling from its intensity.

"Calm down, boy. Are you trying to kill your mother?"

The old man's voice cut through the chaos, prompting the boy to turn and see his mother panting on the ground.

She was breathing heavily, her body visibly struggling under the weight of the intense pressure emanating from her son.

While the other sorcerers, standing about ten meters away, could feel the pressure, his mother, who was standing right beside him was undoubtedly in a far worse state.

All the intense pressure suddenly disappeared, leaving a palpable sense of calm in its wake.

The boy quickly ran up to his mother, his expression filled with concern as he gently placed his small hand on her back.

"Mama?" His voice was filled with worry as he shook her body gently, but she remained completely unconscious from the overwhelming surge of cursed energy he had emitted, causing her to faint from its effects.

"She is alright, boy, but she might need some medical attention soon," the old grandpa reassured, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder to comfort him.

However, this only fueled the boy's concern even more.

After hearing the old man's words, the boy felt a surge of concern for his mother's safety, and tears started to form in his eyes.

Knowing the consequences if the boy were to cry, the old man quickly tried to calm him down, offering words of reassurance and support.

"Hey, she is alright, okay? If you cry here, she will get worse. So don't cry, and she will be fine," the old man kneeled to the boy's eye level, reassuring him about his mother's safety.

There was once a time where the boy would cry, whether it's something silly as losing his toys or it comes from a need like hunger.

But the effect still remain the same, when he cried the whole mansion would shake as if an earthquake was happening

Hearing the old man's words, Asahi nodded his head and stopped crying, though he snorted his nose one last time, still visibly worried about his mother.

"Alright, why don't we start the test so you can quickly come back to your mother, okay?" The old man stood up and redirected the boy's attention back to the test.

The old man called for a servant to come and pick up the fainted mother from the floor and bring her to the doctor.

The young boy held the old man's hand, seeking comfort, as he watched his mother being picked up by the servant.

He waved his small hand at her, wishing her a quick recovery, before turning his attention back to the task ahead.

As the old man and the toddler walked towards the giant door, the other elders made way for them to approach.

Excitement and curiosity filled the air as the elders anticipated what would appear during today's test.

This examination would reveal the kind of cursed technique the boy possessed, and depending on its nature, his status as the next head of the Zen'in clan would be cemented.

If he had a weak cursed technique, his formidable cursed energy alone would still make him very strong.

However, that alone might not qualify him to lead one of the three biggest families of the jujutsu sorcerers. (It absolutely is enough)

On the other hand, if he turned out to have something very powerful, then that would only confirm the old man's decision to make him the next clan head.

"We are here, boy. Now, do you know what today's test will be?" The old man looked down to see the boy's face.

The boy, with his curious eyes, shook his head, indicating that no one had ever told him what he needed to do.

"Today's test will be to see what kind of cursed technique you have," the old man began, his voice gentle yet firm.

"We will put you inside the training room, and we will not let you out until we see you use your cursed technique." He paused, gauging the boy's reaction before continuing,

"No matter what it is, with your cursed energy alone, you are already at grade 1. However, you are still not at special grade yet, so this test will determine your grade." The old man knelt down to the boy's level, his weathered face showing a mixture of seriousness and kindness.

"Do you understand, boy?" he asked, his tone soft and encouraging. But the boy, still too young to grasp the complexity of the situation, simply stared back with wide eyes, shaking his head in response.

"𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩, no matter. Just go inside, and we will see what happens," the old man conceded, realizing that the young boy might not fully comprehend the situation.

With a resigned expression, he decided to simply put the one-year-old inside the training room and observe the outcome.

With a determined look, the boy nodded his head, his young face taking on a serious expression as he recalled his mother's words about the importance of the test.

Steeling his heart, he resolved to do the best he could.

As he pumped his small hand and scrunching his face in an adorable manner, he prepared himself for what lay ahead,

[To be continued]

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Niwa Zen'in, (kind of Oc? Her name is never mentioned in the original so i just choose this and be done with it)

She is born with a low cursed energy just like Mai. But unlike them she decide to just serve the family and not be a sorcerer considering all the danger that would entail

She is also brainwashed by the Zen'in family. All of her live people has been saying that she is lower than them so at one point she begin to believe them

She is Maki and Mai's mother, and also of course Asahi's mother as well

In the original timeline where Ogi zen'in gave up after producing such a useless spawn being Maki and Mai, this timeline however he keeps going.

And that result in him GRAPING his own daughter again because he is weird

But this time he is not alone. Jiniichi and Chojuro also Grape her because they are trying to see which one of them can produce the best off springs because they are weird

And boom, our Grape baby is born and everyone is happy (Except her.... Well maybe she is happy too), they did a Dna test the second the baby was born to see which one of them is the father and turns out Ogi is his father.

Which means that the dude have 3 incest baby... I don't know what to feel about this

Also Niwa Status has been elevated after she gave birth to the prodigious baby, she is still lower than every male member of the family but she is atleast higher than the other servants.

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[Omake number 2, Meanie]

*Thud*

"Asahi-sama!" The servants all rushed towards the boy as Asahi stumbled and fell while attempting to run away from his caretaker, as usual.

"Uuuu," he cooed as they checked to see if he was okay. They breathed a collective sigh of relief upon finding that he didn't have any bruises or scrapes.

But the boy was still in shock, letting out a "uuuu" noise in pain as tears began to form in his eyes.

The servants began to panic, well aware of how explosive the boy's cursed energy could be when his emotions were unstable. They all started to step back in fear of his power.

However, one servant stepped forward and kneeled in front of the boy.

"Meanie!" she exclaimed, slapping the ground to redirect his attention away from his distress.

"The ground tripped you, right, Asahi-sama? It's a meanie!" The servant slapped the ground again, drawing the boy's attention away from his distress.

Intrigued, Asahi watched her closely and tried to mimic her actions.

"Meanie!" he exclaimed, imitating the servant's gesture and slapping the ground with his small hand.

The force of the boy's slap resulted in a cloud of dust being kicked up into the air.

"Y-yeah! Meanie!" The servant fearfully replied, slapping the ground again, though she couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear at the boy's immense power.