Aiden stood in the center of the darkened chamber, his hands bound in cursed restraints just in case. The higher-ups sat behind their traditional screens, their old voices echoing coldly through the room. He braced himself—execution? Imprisonment? Something worse?
"Aiden," one gravelly voice began. "Regarding the Shibuya Incident and the deaths incurred during your battle with Sukuna..."
"...Your actions were not only justified but crucial to the survival of our world. Your ruthlessness saved countless lives. As for the deaths... collateral damage is an inevitable part of war." The voice paused. "We expected more... resistance from you."
The second voice spoke now, colder than the first. "You have proven yourself indispensable. With Gojo sealed and the sorcerer population decimated, we require new pillars to maintain order."
A sudden weight lifted—the restraints loosened and vanished. Aiden's eyes snapped up, confusion replacing his anticipated dread.
"We are granting you the authority to establish your own clan."
"But I'm already part of the zenin clan."
The screens rustled. "The Zenin clan is... compromised," a third voice interjected smoothly. "With Maki Zenin having renounced it, and the clan's obsession with cursed techniques, they are a relic of the past."
A gavel struck the wood. "You are to form your own—independent—clan. One that answers only to you."
The higher-ups' voices echoed through the chamber, outlining the terms of Aiden's new clan. "Your wives have been chosen—Nobara, Yorozu, Mei Mei, Shoko Ieiri, and Utahime Iori."
"Furthermore," the head elder continued firmly, "The Zenin clan has issued a formal demand. As you are technically of their blood, they mandate that Mai Zenin and Maki Zenin are also included in your marriage."
The finality was absolute. A powerful, unprecedented clan formation was being cemented. Seven women—five established partners, two Zenin additions one.
Aiden stood there, emotionally hollow. Before Shibuya, he would have slaughtered every single elder for daring to dictate his life, dictate his lovers, and dictate his future.
But the blood-soaked chaos of Shibuya had broken something inside him. The man who would have burned this room down was currently buried under trauma and exhaustion. He didn't fight. He didn't react.
"I was already dating Nobara and Yorozu are Other four OK with this."
The screen behind which the elder sat flickered. "Your existing relationships were considered." The voice continued. "Nobara Kugisaki and Yorozu have been briefed. They... acquiesced to the arrangement."
A long pause stretched through the chamber.
"As for Mei Mei, Shoko Ieiri, Mai Zenin, and Maki Zenin—their consent is pending. They have been notified of the proposal."
"They understand the political necessity," the elder replied smoothly. "Mei Mei recognizes the power and financial gain of aligning herself with the world's new strongest sorcerer. Shoko... has resigned herself to the structure provided."
"Utahime Iori has understood her role as a sorcerer for a long time."
The voice hardened slightly. "The Zenin sisters are currently... resistant. However, the clan heads insist. With you as the patriarch, they will comply."
"Where will I be staying now?"
"A new estate has been prepared on the outskirts of Tokyo," the elder announced, sounding bored. "It is heavily warded, secure, and large enough to accommodate your growing household. You will be moved there immediately."
He paused, the final nail in the coffin.
"Your wives are expected to arrive by tomorrow evening. You are to begin establishing your new dynasty, Aiden."
"The estate is yours to shape as you see fit," the elder continued. "Call it whatever name you desire."
Aiden remained silent, his mind replaying Shibuya over and over—the screams, the blood, the faces lost forever. The estate meant nothing. The clan meant nothing.
"The decision is final," the elder concluded. "Congratulations, Aiden. You are the founder of the new strongest clan."
Behind the screens, the elders exchanged glances. They had deliberately omited the true reason for this unprecedented reward. Aiden wasn't being honored—he was being *contained*.
His arsenal was too vast, too terrifying. Ten Shadows. Shrine. Cursed Spirit Manipulation. Blood Manipulation. Star Rage. Disaster Plants. The 10 Light Technique. Anti-gravity. And that domain...
And his Domain Expansion, *Ever-Changing Wheel*, was arguably the most terrifying ability ever recorded. A black void containing a massive wheel that could swap between ANY technique he possessed.
They weren't rewarding him. They were bribing him. They needed this powerhouse stabilized, domesticated, and bound to a legacy.
Nobara and Yorozu intercepted Aiden on the path to the estate. Nobara's expression was sharp, arms crossed over her chest. Yorozu stood beside her, her ancient eyes unreadable.
"Aiden," Nobara called out, her voice commanding. "We heard the news. A whole clan? Wives? Seven of us?"
Nobara's eyes narrowed sharply as she took in Aiden's hollow expression. She exchanged a quick, heavy glance with Yorozu—this wasn't the man who dominated Shibuya; this was a shell.
Yorozu stepped forward first, her hand flashing out to slap him squarely across the face. The crack echoed through the quiet street. "Snap out of it,"
The slap jolted Aiden. His cheek stung, but the sharp pain cut through the fog.
"You hear me?" Nobara snapped, poking his chest hard. "Shibuya wasn't your fault. Sukuna used Yuji—you did what you had to do. The deaths? That's war. That's jujutsu. You carried more than anyone expected."
Yorozu nodded slowly, her usual intensity replaced with something softer. Something almost maternal.
"Nobara's right," Yorozu said quietly. "We are not heroes. We are not saints. We are tools of survival. Every sorcerer kills." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "You didn't fail anyone. You did everything humanly possible. More than anyone else would have."
Nobara continued, her voice firmer. "You want to keep wallowing and feeling like you failed? Too bad. You have a clan to run now, six wives to manage. Including two Zenin sisters who'll probably kick your ass daily. You need your head on straight, Aiden."
"Aidan smacked himself to get himself into the right mindset. " Thank you for that. I needed it."
Nobara rolled her eyes, but the irritation hid her relief. "Took you long enough, moron."
Yorozu studied his expression, those thousand-year-old eyes narrowing slightly. "Your eyes... are returning to themselves. Good." She was referring to the spark that had faded since Shibuya. The spark that had terrified Sukuna himself.
"Come on,"
"Your new estate awaits," Nobara said, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward. "And you'd better get your rest tonight, Aiden. Because tomorrow? The circus begins." Yorozu fell into step beside them, her presence grounding.
As they walked toward the massive gates of the fortified compound, Aiden's mind cleared.
The estate was monstrous—a sprawling traditional Japanese manor surrounded by layered wards and automated barriers. Six wings radiated from the central building, each one clearly designated for one wife. A massive training grounds dominated the back, complete with barriers designed to withstand domain expansions. There was even a dedicated wing for children.
As Aiden, Nobara, and Yorozu step into the grand estate, the air is filled with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The higher-ups have given them a significant task, and Aiden's newfound status as a powerful sorcerer has led to him being assigned seven wives.
That establishes the absolute hierarchy. With Gojo sealed, Aiden is effectively the strongest active sorcerer on the planet. The higher-ups didn't just give him this estate and seven wives as a gift—it was a political necessity. He is simply too powerful to be controlled or denied. They need him happy, satisfied, and loyal, or he could overturn the entire jujutsu world.
The three of them stepped inside and started looking around the estate, finding several cursed tools that were probably given to him by the higher-ups and Zenin Plan to make peace
Aiden ran his fingers over an ornate katana displayed on a stand near the entrance hall. The blade shimmered with containment-grade cursed energy—clearly a peace offering from the Zenin clan, trying to mend fences after their previous treatment of him. Nobara whistled low, already eyeing a set of high-grade voodoo dolls in a glass case.
Yorozu paused before a particularly imposing display—a collection of ancient cursed tools wrapped in ceremonial silk. Each one bore the crest of different clans: Kamo, Gojo (limited remnants), and several lesser known houses. The Zenin even had a prominent display, likely meant to curry favor.
"They're really trying to butter him up," Nobara muttered, crossing her arms.
Yorozu looked at Aiden, a flicker of anticipation in her eyes as the doorbell chimed again. "That'll be the others."
Nobara smirked, already heading toward the entrance hallway. "Let's see if they're as eager to play house as we are."
Aiden sighed, rubbing his temples—this was going to be a long day.
Nobara threw the grand front doors open, and there stood Mei Mei, looking as impeccably poised and expensive as ever in a designer high-slit dress. Trailing right behind her was Ui Ui, clutching several heavy suitcases with an expression of utter, worshipful devotion.
Mei Mei immediately locked eyes with Aiden, her lips curling into a sultry, knowing smile.
Mei Mei sashayed past Nobara without so much as a glance, her heels clicking against the polished wood floor as she made a beeline straight for Aiden. She pressed herself against him, her fingers trailing up his chest with practiced elegance.
"Well well~ My dear fiancé," she purred, her voice dripping with honey. "You really outdid yourself with this estate. The market value alone is impressive."
Aiden's expression remained neutral as he gently extracted himself from Mei Mei's embrace, his eyes flicking briefly to Ui Ui, who was staring at the interaction with intense concentration. "The higher-ups gave it to me as a... gesture of goodwill," he explained dryly.
The doorbell rang again, interrupting the conversation. Nobara went to answer it this time, pulling open the heavy door to reveal Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori standing on the porch. Shoko was dressed casually in scrubs and a lab coat, while Utahime was in her usual traditional miko attire.
Shoko and Utahime both carried heavy-looking suitcases, their expressions varying from exasperated to serene. Nobara grabbed both suitcases effortlessly, bringing them inside as Shoko and Utahime entered the grand hallway. Shoko's eyes immediately landed on Mei Mei and Ui Ui, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Shoko took a long look around the estate, her tired eyes widening just a fraction. "Not bad," she muttered, shoving her hands into her lab coat pockets. "The higher-ups really are trying to buy his loyalty now, huh?"
Utahime followed behind, her face flushed red the moment she spotted Aiden standing there surrounded by all the other women. "I can't believe this is actually happening,"
"Trust me, wasn't my choice But on the bright side, it means each of you have extra layer of protection that being in a clan has."
Utahime nodded stiffly, her hand instinctively clenching the handle of her suitcase. "I still don't like being thrown into this... arrangement without my consent." Her traditional values were clearly warring with the reality of the situation.
Shoko snorted, already heading toward what looked like a suitable room for a lab. "I'm just glad there's more security now."
"Utahime this could've been a lot worse for you. You know you don't have a very powerful technique offensive at least you can boost yourself a little bit and boost someone else a lot, but you need preparation to do that which isn't gonna work in a fight. You're not from a very powerful clan like honestly, if you weren't a highly respected jujutsu sorcerer in your own right you could've been sold off to the Zenin and you and everyone else knows my family sucks."
Utahime's expression darkened, her jaw tight as she acknowledged the brutal truth of his words. She turned away, hiding the flash of insecurity that crossed her features.
Shoko let out a low, knowing hum. "He's got a point, Utahime."
Mei Mei's smile sharpened, amusement dancing in her eyes as she observed the tension.
Utahime's hands tightened around her suitcase handle. The mention of the Zenin clan made her visibly uncomfortable—everyone knew what happened to women in that clan.
"I'm well aware of my standing," Utahime said stiffly, though her tone suggested she hated hearing it out loud.
Mei Mei hummed appreciatively at Aiden's assessment. "Very pragmatic."
"Listen, I'm just trying to tell you what would've happened I mean really The only saving in Greece that held them back before was gojo And since he sealed."
Utahime's gaze flickered towards Shoko, a hint of worry passing between them. She knew what Aiden was implying. Without Gojo's presence keeping certain factions in check, the political landscape had shifted dramatically. The Zenin clan in particular were known for their aggressive expansionism and traditionalist views on clans and power dynamics.
Nobara opened the door to reveal Mai Zenin and Maki Zenin standing together. Mai was dressed elegantly, her expression carefully neutral. Maki, however, clearly stood out—her burn scars visible across parts of her face and neck, a permanent reminder of the Shibuya incident. She carried herself with quiet strength, her eyes immediately finding Aiden's.
The Zenin twins stepped inside, Mai carrying a smaller suitcase while Maki hauled a larger one with ease despite her injuries. The atmosphere shifted the moment they entered—Utahime visibly tensed, Mei Mei's eyes sharpened with interest, and Shoko watched with her usual detached curiosity.
Mai's gaze swept the room, lingering on each woman before finally landing on Aiden.
"I hadn't expected to find you already surrounded by beauties," Mai mused, her tone polite but layered with something unreadable.
Maki said nothing, her scarred face expressionless as she set down her suitcase. But her eyes found Aiden's—a brief flicker of something vulnerable beneath her hardened exterior, quickly masked.
Well, I think everyone here is beautiful no matter the scars.
The room fell silent for a moment after his words. Maki's gaze snapped to him, her expression unreadable but her body language softening ever so slightly. Mai's lips twitched with something resembling a smile, while Utahime's expression softened for the first time since her arrival.
Mei Mei's smile grew wider, clearly enjoying the dynamics. "What a diplomat," she murmured. Shoko simply raised an eyebrow, her gaze ping-ponging between Aiden and the twins. Nobara watched with unabashed curiosity, while Yorozu seemed genuinely touched by his inclusive comment.
Utahime cleared her throat softly, breaking the tender moment. "As touching as that sentiment is... we still need to figure out sleeping arrangements." She adjusted her grip on her suitcase, looking around the massive hallway. "This estate is huge, but exactly how many rooms are we working with here?"
Mai nudged Maki gently. "Ideally, we'd like to stay together."
"I'm pretty sure this mansion has like 50 Or so rooms."
Shoko let out a low whistle behind her surgical mask. "Fifty rooms? The higher-ups really went all out with the bribe package."
Mei Mei wrapped her arm through Aiden's again, leaning against him possessively. "Then you should have no trouble giving each of us our own space... *and* a room with you, of course."
"Of course, take whatever room you want."
The women immediately began strategizing. Mei Mei claimed two suites for herself and Ui Ui (who was already scouting the perimeter like a loyal guard dog). Shoko secured a wing with lab facilities. Utahime claimed a traditional room close to Aiden, while Nobara and Yorozu took rooms near each other on the opposite sides of Aiden's door though Yorozu basically busted down the wall between their rooms because they A had done it like a month ago and B because she could.
The Zenin twins stood together, Mai already eyeing the most expensive decor.
Mai pointed toward a lavish suite on the second floor, its balcony overlooking the sprawling gardens. "That one," she declared immediately. Maki nodded silently, hauling her suitcase toward the stairs. It was clear Mai was calling the shots for their selection, ensuring Maki had the most comfortable accommodations possible.
Utahime watched them go before looking back at Aiden.
"This is turning into a logistical nightmare," Utahime muttered, pressing a hand to her temple. "I'm going to need a map just to find the kitchen."
Shoko chuckled from the doorway of her chosen lab wing. "Welcome to the clan life, Utahime. Plenty of space, zero privacy."
Mei Mei hummed happily, already dragging Aiden toward the master suite.
Mei Mei pushed open the door to the master suite, revealing a spacious room with a king-sized bed, an en-suite bathroom with a massive jacuzzi tub, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the estate. She turned to Aiden with a mischievous grin.