Rin lay on a tree branch, his brow furrowed as he puzzled over his Cursed Technique. He tossed and turned for a long time, his mind still a mess of confusion. Limitless was untouchable, Malevolent Shrine was out of reach, and the Ten Shadows Technique lacked a core. The more he thought, the more blocked his path forward felt.
"Forget it, I'm not thinking about it anymore!" He simply rolled over, tossing the inner conflict aside for the moment. Instead, he began to recall the day's training: the flow of Cursed Energy when exorcising Cursed Spirits, the details of Suguru Geto's guidance on technique control, and the scenes of the two of them chatting by the training ground. Each moment replayed in his mind.
But as he thought, Rin suddenly paused. He abruptly remembered a small episode from earlier that day when Suguru Geto was helping him organize his Cursed Energy.
At that time, Suguru Geto had used his Cursed Energy to gently probe his brain, later saying with a smile, "There's only one Cursed Technique engraved in your brain. It seems the Sharingan is your Innate Cursed Technique." He hadn't thought much of it then and had just agreed casually.
"Wait... that's not right!"
Rin suddenly sat up from the tree branch, a thin layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back.
The Sharingan isn't Jujutsu at all! It's an Ocular Technique he brought from the Naruto World when he transmigrated—a "cheat code" belonging to his soul. It had absolutely nothing to do with this body's own Cursed Technique engraving!
He realized in an instant that he had transmigrated into this body, which meant the body itself originally possessed talent as a Jujutsu Sorcerer and might even have its own Innate Cursed Technique!
It was just that he had never noticed it, mistaking the Sharingan for this body's "native ability" and completely ignoring the technique that should have existed!
But why hadn't he ever activated it? From the first time he faced a Cursed Spirit after transmigrating to his later training with Suguru Geto, he had fought many battles and used plenty of Cursed Energy. By all accounts, the technique should have been triggered long ago.
Rin hugged his knees, his fingertips unconsciously picking at the tree bark as he recalled past battle scenes bit by bit. When he first awakened his Cursed Energy, he had instinctively poured it into his eyes because his mind was filled with the thought that "the Sharingan is my technique." Later, when copying Geto's Cursed Spirit Manipulation or using Genjutsu to control Cursed Spirits, all Cursed Energy circulation and technique memories were completed through the Sharingan. His brain was like a forgotten "warehouse" that he had never actively injected Cursed Energy into.
"I'm such an idiot!" Rin raised his hand and smacked the back of his head hard. It hurt enough to make him wince, but he didn't feel the least bit wronged.
It wasn't that the technique hadn't awakened; it was that he had been looking in the wrong direction from the start. He had treated a foreign Ocular Technique as his original technique and kept sending Cursed Energy to his eyes, never giving the Cursed Technique engraving in his brain a chance to "activate"!
Having realized this, Rin felt both annoyed and joyful. Annoyed at his previous carelessness for nearly missing the ability belonging to this body, and joyful because perhaps he didn't need to agonize over "which technique to choose" at all. Inside this body, an Innate Cursed Technique belonging to him had been hidden all along, just waiting for him to awaken it.
Rin leaped down from the tree branch, his movements as light as a bird released from its bonds. He casually brushed off the wood chips clinging to the hem of his clothes. The brow that had been furrowed over the choice of technique completely smoothed out, and the confusion in his eyes was replaced by an irrepressible anticipation. Even his breathing became a bit more rapid than before.
Standing in the center of the platform atop the Divine Tree, he placed his feet shoulder-width apart, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. At this moment, there were no extra distracting thoughts; all his attention was focused on the task of "controlling the flow of Cursed Energy to the brain."
The muscle memory of injecting Cursed Energy into the Sharingan countless times was still faintly acting up. It took him a few seconds to adjust the trajectory of the Cursed Energy flow, letting that familiar black-red Cursed Energy slowly rise from his dantian, climb up his spine, and finally surge toward his brain.
At first, it was just a faint tingling sensation, like tiny electric currents wandering inside his skull.
But as the Cursed Energy continued to pour in, Rin suddenly felt a slight vibration deep within his brain. Immediately after, one dormant Cursed Energy node after another lit up like stars, forming a fine net of light inside his skull.
In the center of the light net, a blurred engraving gradually became clear. With the continuous injection of Cursed Energy, the patterns on the engraving unfurled bit by bit, as if a long-dormant life was finally waking up.
"This is..." Rin's heart couldn't help but speed up, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
He could clearly perceive a strange yet perfectly fitting stream of information flowing slowly from that engraving, surging into his consciousness along the connection of Cursed Energy.
At first, it was just scattered fragments—about the name of the technique and its basic operational logic. But as the information became more complete, Rin's eyes snapped open. His pupils contracted slightly in shock, his mouth hung open instinctively, and he even forgot the rhythm of his breathing.
He had originally thought that this body's original technique might be some ordinary ability like "physical enhancement" or "simple elemental manipulation." He had even prepared himself mentally for it to be "not as practical as Cursed Spirit Manipulation."
But the information now flooding his consciousness was like a thunderclap, completely shattering all his expectations. The potential of this technique was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
The wind atop the Divine Tree blew gently, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, but it did nothing to calm Rin down.
He stood there, repeatedly confirming the technique's information in his consciousness. With every bit of understanding he gained, the shock in his heart grew, and even his fingertips turned a faint red from excitement.
As it turned out, the "core technique" he had been searching for so desperately had never left him. It had simply been overshadowed by the light of the Sharingan, sleeping quietly in the depths of his brain, waiting to be awakened in the correct way.
Rin froze in place, the information of his original technique still echoing in his mind, his heart thumping wildly.
Just then, a forgotten memory suddenly surfaced without warning—it was the scene of him returning to the small bedroom in the original owner's relative's house right after he had transmigrated.
On the mottled walls were several posters with curled edges. They weren't the common posters of Jujutsu Sorcerers found in the Jujutsu World, but military posters depicting various firearms and Tanks. In the corner, there was even a picture of a rocket launch. At the time, he had dismissed it as the original owner's hobby and hadn't paid it much mind. But thinking about it now, the weapons on those posters had a startling overlap with the information of his newly awakened original technique!
"So... all of this was destined from the start," Rin murmured to himself, his voice full of disbelief, his fingertips trembling slightly with excitement.
He finally understood why this body's Cursed Energy nodes were arranged that way, and why the operational logic of the original technique carried the characteristics of "construction" and "projection." Those posters weren't meaningless decorations; they were more like the body's "subconscious mapping" of its original technique—a foreshadowing that had been laid long ago.
He remembered how, in the early days of his transmigration, he had wondered why the original owner liked these kinds of military posters. Now it dawned on him: it wasn't that the original owner liked them, but that this body's Jujutsu talent was inherently related to "weapons" and "construction." Those posters were merely indirect manifestations of that talent at the conscious level.
Just as a sorcerer skilled in manipulating water would instinctively feel close to lakes, and one skilled in manipulating fire would be exceptionally sensitive to warm places, this body had been hinting at the existence of its original technique in its own way.
Rin pressed his hand to his chest, clearly feeling his heart's beat. It was excitement, luck, and even more so, a sense of relief as the "dust finally settled."
He had been anxious about not being able to find a core technique, never expecting that the technique most suitable for him had been hidden in the depths of his brain along with this body's talent all along. It had even greeted him through those posters when he first arrived.
The technique's name was: Weapons of War.