Heavy snow fell, and the ground was completely covered in silver frost.
On the brutal altar used for sacrifices inside the mansion, a human woman was bound tightly hand and foot.
The wooden altar was covered with dry firewood, and the father of the Disgraced One stood coldly to one side, holding a blazing torch.
"Stop!!!"
Despite his formidable physical strength, the Disgraced One could only watch helplessly from below.
He never imagined that he would be poisoned in his own home.
His Cursed Technique couldn't cure the paralyzing poison running through his veins, leaving him only able to stare in absolute agony.
All four eyes trembled violently, and the Disgraced One pleaded with his father through his tears.
A pity...
"Jujutsu Sorcerers shouldn't be mixed up with these filthy ordinary humans!"
The tall man coldly tossed down the torch onto the pyre. "Especially you, Disgraced One. You absolutely shouldn't have such a glaring weakness."
"The enemy clans have realized your pathetic kindness and can't deal with you in combat, so they will continuously target these ants to get to you."
"Because you let the enemy go without hesitation last time, three waves of assassins have already infiltrated the mansion tonight to try and kidnap this woman."
"Kindness in this era is absolute poison; it will only actively harm you and our family."
The father's cruel words were ignored by the Disgraced One.
He simply collapsed helplessly in the snow, hot tears welling up in his four eyes.
The mother's agonizing screams and wails of burning flesh were like sharp knives piercing directly into the heart of the Disgraced One.
Especially those eyes...
Amidst the burning, crackling sparks, there was a pair of eyes looking down at him, completely filled with intense, burning resentment!
She didn't blame the cruel husband who ordered her killed, but rather her own child...
Pure hatred and curses directed against the Disgraced One!
The Disgraced One, lying paralyzed in the snow, did not understand why his mother had left such a look in her eyes for him.
He felt massive waves of excruciating pain as if his very soul was being violently torn apart, and his seemingly ferocious, demonic face was filled entirely with despair and absolute helplessness.
"Hah. What an absolute idiot."
The spiritual Sukuna, standing beside Mirai watching the memory, sneered. "He clearly possesses the strength to slaughter them all, yet he lets a bunch of weak ants manipulate and play with him."
"It's truly laughable, pathetic, and tragic."
Mirai glanced at Sukuna beside him, then looked back at the crying Disgraced One in the snow.
He seemed to understand somewhat.
A thousand years ago, there was an insurmountable, absolute gap between ordinary people and Sorcerers.
Everyone understood this cruel reality, including the mother of the Disgraced One who was currently being burned alive.
Mirai had experienced this desperation himself when he first arrived in the modern world before obtaining his power; a life filled with sorrow and despair.
Besides the terrifying, omnipresent Cursed Spirits...
Disease, freezing cold, starvation, and even the cruelty of the human heart...
Ultimately, the mother of the Disgraced One was just a terrified ordinary human being desperately trying to survive and gain protection in a hellish era.
She was just trying to survive.
She had absolutely no genuine feelings for the father, and the Disgraced One was just a literal monster she had been forced to give birth to...
The exact same logic applied.
That's exactly why she blamed her tragic, agonizing death on the Disgraced One.
It was precisely because of his perceived weakness of kindness that his father dared to burn his birth mother to death without any scruples.
Because the entire family knew that the Disgraced One couldn't even bring himself to kill his enemies.
He wouldn't hurt them for this.
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In the dark days that followed, the Disgraced One actively refused to participate in the bloody battles between his family and the outside world.
He chose to completely renounce violence as a form of silent revenge against his family and his father.
The Disgraced One, who no longer fought, voluntarily became a lowly guard in the family's forbidden Cursed Tool storehouse.
He helped physically make artifacts to prevent other clans from stealing them.
This was also the very first time the Disgraced One had come into direct contact with the brutal ritual of the "Bath".
The method of creating high-level Cursed Tools could only be securely controlled by the Four Major Powers and their subordinate, powerful families.
Carefully selected Cursed Spirits were meticulously cut, melted down, and filtered using potent poisons.
After obtaining the dark, viscous solution containing concentrated Cursed Energy, ordinary objects were then completely soaked in it for ten months and ten days.
This agonizing process allowed ordinary weapons to be permanently transformed into cursed tools that could effectively combat curses and enhance the Sorcerer's innate power.
"Uraume."
She had short, pristine silver-white hair with a half-circle of striking rose-red markings at the back of her head.
Upon seeing the arrival of the Disgraced One to the storehouse, Uraume merely glanced at him coldly.
She then silently continued to busy herself with her gruesome work.
The massive Cursed Spirit, frozen entirely into an ice sculpture, was precisely chopped into perfectly sized pieces of flesh that crashed heavily into the bathtub by Uraume's skillful, cold knife work.
This was a truly superb sword technique that could cleanly divide a Cursed Spirit into countless pieces without instantly harming its core life.
The Disgraced One completely analyzed, controlled, and even surpassed this technique mentally with just a few glances.
Having grown completely accustomed to Uraume's cold, indifferent attitude, the Disgraced One quietly picked up a knife from the side and began to help her chop.
The goodness of the Disgraced One was directed specifically toward living human beings, not toward Curses.
The Disgraced One didn't seem particularly resistant to the idea of slaughtering Cursed Spirits.
The tedious, quiet days of guarding the storehouse lasted for about half a year.
But the peaceful life that the Disgraced One had envisioned was once again violently shattered by the sudden appearance of his father.
"The Fujiwara Northern House is actively gaining increasing power, and their 'Sun, Moon, and Stars Squad' and the 'Five Empty Generals' are at their absolute zenith."
"The main Sugawara family has begun to urgently gather manpower and plans to build a stronger vanguard team."
"Disgraced One... with your raw strength, you will definitely become the absolute strongest asset in the 'Nirvana Suppression Team'!"
A terrifying, unrestrained lust for power churned violently in the man's eyes.
But the flat answer from the Disgraced One was exactly like a bucket of ice water poured on his father's ambitious heart.
Unwilling to participate in the senseless fighting, unwilling to see the bloodshed caused by his own hands again, he refused without a second thought.
The father left in absolute, seething disappointment, but the Disgraced One knew full well that things would not end so hastily.
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The Golden Age of Jujutsu.
Jujutsu Sorcerers and families formally practicing Sorcery were far more numerous than in modern times.
However, they had absolutely no chance of standing out or surviving independently in the face of the Four Major Powers.
They either accepted the imperial pardon and dutifully paid tribute on time, or they nervously awaited the extermination of their entire family line.
Children born in the branch families who awakened to high potential might be forcibly recruited into the main family's private armed forces at any time.
They were used simply as disposable, frontline items in hostile clan wars.
Thus, a grand, secret alliance dissatisfied with the rigid status quo was slowly formed.
With the heavy, political support of "Esoteric Buddhism", the Emperor's personal guard was composed of countless minor families of Sorcerers.
They boldly claimed to be establishing strict order and stability for all ordinary humans.
They voluntarily lowered their perceived status as superior beings and officially joined a regime composed of ordinary, non-Sorcerer humans.
This unprecedented move had led to the Emperor's title being increasingly mythologized as divine in the minds of ordinary people.
Meanwhile, the father of the Disgraced One, ambitious as he always was, was already deeply dissatisfied with the heavy monthly tribute he paid to the main Sugawara family.
The establishment of the Emperor's Guard also strongly stirred his political interest.
After a period of quiet time...
It seemed that the Disgraced One had finally made his first true friend in life.
She had long, beautiful sky-blue hair and was dressed impeccably in royal Heian attire.
She was a young member of the family of the Emperor's Guard.
Because of her unique, innate Immortality Technique, she might even be groomed to become an Empress.
Mirai, standing quietly to the side in the memory, glanced slightly at the girl's appearance.
This was the second time he had seen this girl in someone else's memories.
Upon seeing the arrival of the newcomer to the storehouse, the Disgraced One smiled gently and said, "You've come."
The girl smiled warmly and nodded.
She was not at all afraid of his "Disgraced" status or his strange, four-armed physical form.
That incredibly rare and precious purity of kindness within him was exactly what she admired.
"I recently heard a lot of interesting, deep Buddhist teachings from Master Genshin. Let me tell you all about them."
Because of his demonic appearance, ordinary humans would be terrified by him, and average Sorcerers might even mistake him for a Special Grade Cursed Spirit on sight.
Therefore, the Disgraced One strongly disliked going outside the compound.
For many days afterward, the girl would frequently and happily appear at the Disgraced One's residence, accompanied by her family elders.
The father of the Disgraced One was secretly making contact with other forces behind the backs of the Sugawara family.
"Oh right, Disgraced One."
"Today, a very cold, quiet little fellow came to Master Genshin's temple."
"He looks quite a lot like that Uraume servant from your family."
The girl smiled brightly and shared her daily experiences with the Disgraced One.
"That was a young child without a proper name, a little monk whom Master Genshin apparently picked up from a pile of dead Cursed Spirits."
"I heard from the Master that a formal Dharma name has already been prepared for him."
"Kenjaku!"
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