Reborn in Jujutsu Kaisen as a Zenin

Haruto Gojo's pov:

I watch my son sleep, his wounds already healing thanks to his innate abilities and the clan's best medical techniques.

The Six Eyes make even recovery extraordinary, yet for the first time in eight years, Satoru looks... human.

The clan elders rage in their chambers, demanding retribution, investigation, explanation. How dare the Zenin boy wound our heir? How could anyone bypass Infinity? Their pride bleeds more than my son ever did.

But I see something different. For eight years, Satoru has lived behind an impenetrable wall – not just Infinity, but the absolute certainty that came with the Six Eyes.

He saw everything, understood everything, and in doing so, became unreachable. Even to me, his father.

My attempts at connection, rare as they had to be due to my position, always met that same barrier.

Not Infinity itself, but something equally impassable – his complete conviction that caring made one weak, that connections were merely boring limitations.

Now, watching him rest, I see the first crack in that wall. The Zenin boy didn't just wound his body; he challenged his entire worldview.

"Father?" Satoru's voice, unusually subdued, breaks my reflection. "You're still here?"

"The clan head should be managing the political fallout," I reply, maintaining my formal tone despite wanting to reach out. "But a father can spare a moment to check on his son."

For once, Satoru doesn't float or affect his usual casual demeanor. He remains lying down, his Six Eyes studying me with an intensity I haven't seen since he was very young, before he fully understood what those eyes showed him.

"He said something," Satoru speaks after a long moment.

"About strength having purpose beyond itself. About connections not being weaknesses." He pauses, and for the first time in years, seems uncertain.

"The Six Eyes show me everything, but they didn't show me that. Why?"

The vulnerability in his voice makes my chest tighten. When was the last time my son actually asked me for guidance?

"Perhaps," I choose my words carefully, "some truths can't be simply seen that easily, only able to become more clear through experience. Even the Six Eyes have their limitations."

"That's... annoying," Satoru mutters, but without his usual dismissive tone. "The Six Eyes are supposed to show everything.

But Indra..." he touches his bandaged shoulder absently. "He didn't just bypass Infinity. He showed me something my eyes couldn't see."

I take a risk, moving closer to his bedside. For once, he doesn't maintain that calculated distance he usually does.

"The clan is in an uproar," I tell him, "demanding explanations, planning responses. But what interests me more is what you learned from this encounter."

"You sound like you're glad I lost," Satoru observes, a hint of his old sharpness returning.

"I'm glad you found something your Six Eyes couldn't immediately understand," I correct him. "Something that made you question rather than dismiss." I pause, then add more quietly, "Something that made you actually talk to your father instead of floating away."

His eyes widen slightly at that, and for a moment, I see past the Six Eyes user, past the proclaimed strongest, to my actual son.

"You know," Satoru says after a long moment, "the Six Eyes show me everything about people - their techniques, their movements, their potential actions.

It makes everyone so... predictable. Boring." He shifts slightly, wincing at his injuries. "But they never showed me why you kept trying. Even when I made it clear how pointless it was."

The admission catches me off guard. Eight years of maintaining proper distance as clan head, of watching my son drift further behind his barriers and now this.

"Because you're my son," I reply simply. "Some things transcend what the Six Eyes can show you. Some connections matter more than tactical advantage or predictable patterns."

"That's what he meant," Satoru muses, more to himself than to me. "About strength having purpose beyond itself." He looks at me directly now, really looks, perhaps for the first time in years. "The clan wants revenge, don't they?"

"The clan wants many things," I acknowledge. "But what do you want, Satoru?"

"I want..." he starts, then stops. "I want to understand. Not just techniques or possibilities, but..." he glances at me.

The vulnerability in his voice makes this moment precious. My son, who has always floated above the world's concerns, is finally seeking to understand something beyond mere power.

"The clan will expect retaliation," I say carefully. "They're already planning how to restore our 'honor'."

"Let them plan," Satoru replies, and I hear a new note in his voice – not dismissal, but genuine disinterest in their political maneuvering. "I have something more interesting to figure out."

"Oh?"

"Why the Six Eyes can't see everything that matters." He shifts slightly, looking toward the window. "And maybe... why my father never stopped trying to reach past Infinity."

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"A technique that bypasses Infinity itself," one elder muttered during yet another emergency session.

"And wielded by an eight-year-old who seems to care nothing for our political structure."

The jujutsu world's reaction to Indra Zenin's victory spread like wildfire through every clan and institution.

The Higher Ups' chambers buzzed with constant debate, their discussions ranging from awe to concern to outright fear.

The Kamo clan had already sent diplomatic overtures to the Zenin compound, while the Gojo clan maintained a careful silence that spoke volumes.

Other families scrambled to position themselves in this suddenly shifted landscape.

But perhaps most telling were the whispers among the common sorcerers. Stories of the battle spread, growing with each retelling.

The Six Eyes user, previously thought invincible, not just wounded but philosophically shaken.

The crimson aura that could apparently rival Infinity itself. And most importantly, the words spoken about power's true purpose.

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The wiser members of the Higher Ups gathered in private, away from the usual political posturing and clan rivalries.

Their discussion centered not on the technique that bypassed Infinity, but on something they found far more concerning.

"He speaks of pleasure, of pursuing what he desires," one veteran observed. "Not the casual desires of youth or the simple ambitions of clan politics. His words suggest deeper purpose."

"A purpose he keeps carefully guarded," another added. "While Satoru Gojo flaunts his power like a child showing off a new toy, this one treats it as merely a means to an end. But what end?"

They understood that someone who sought power for specific pleasures, who had clear but unknown goals, represented a different kind of threat than a mere prodigy obsessed with strength itself.

"We should watch carefully," the first speaker concluded. "Not just his actions, but what he chooses to protect. What he values. For those choices will reveal the true scope of his ambition."

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In the Zenin compound's main hall, Naobito's laughter echoed off ancient walls as he poured another cup of sake.

His usual sharp demeanor had given way to boisterous celebration, though his eyes retained their calculating gleam.

"My son!" he declared to the gathered clan members, his cup raised high. "Not just defeated the Six Eyes user, but showed him the meaning of true power!" Another drink, another laugh.

"The Gojo clan's precious heir, their 'divine' child, brought low by the Zenin's strength!"

The sake flowed freely, Naobito's pride manifesting in unprecedented generosity. Even the servants received extra rations, a rare occurrence that marked the significance of the occasion.

"Let them whisper about techniques and politics," he announced, pouring yet another round.

"While they debate how it happened, we'll celebrate why – because the Zenin clan has produced the strongest of this generation!"

His usual precision remained in how he handled clan matters, but in private moments, servants reported hearing his satisfied laughter echo through normally austere corridors.

The Zenin clan head had always carried himself with cold authority – but now that authority carried a note of genuine triumph.

Naoya watched from the shadows as his father celebrated, his cursed energy tightly controlled despite his inner turmoil.

His position as heir to him had always been secure – now, with each cup of sake his father poured, that certainty wavered.

In her quarters, Kisara's mother received another round of advanced treatment, her condition improving steadily under the clan's best medical care.

The political implications of Indra's victory manifested in such practical ways – better rooms, better treatment, more resources - ones beyond the normal parameters.

Ones that sought even Reverse Cursed Technique users for treatment.

The branch families began shifting their allegiances subtly. Where once they courted Naoya's favor exclusively, now they watched Indra with calculating eyes.

An eight-year-old who could brought the mighty Six Eyes to its knees?

It proved they were on a sinking ship, and needed to jump aboard before they drown in the Touch of Death were this battle for succession to become bloody.

Yet through it all, the subject of these discussions maintained his usual routine.

Indra Zenin continued his training, supervised Kisara's development, and showed no interest in the political earthquake he had caused.

After all, this was just the beginning of his path toward pleasure eternal.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!

I just wish to say, I dropped the auxiliary chapter, hope it clears things up about Indra's technique.

So yeah, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)