Reborn in Jujutsu Kaisen as a Zenin

-Seven Years Later

Seven years changed more than just age. The presence of two Sons of Heaven had accelerated curse evolution beyond prediction.

Grade 1 curses regularly displayed intelligence, while Special Grades had become increasingly aberrant in ways that concerned even the Higher Ups - never truly making their presence or intention known.

Almost having completely disappeared from the face of the earth.

At fifteen, Indra and Satoru had grown into their powers differently.

The Six Eyes user maintained his playful demeanor, though it now masked a deeper understanding of cursed energy.

Indra's presence had only grown more commanding, his technique refined through years of careful development.

Kisara, now seventeen, had evolved the Ten Shadows technique beyond what the Zenin clan thought possible for a girl.

Her multiple shikigami combinations had become legendary among younger sorcerers.

Toji, in his late twenties, had transformed from the clan's shame into something else entirely – the Sovereign's Blade, whose curseless state had proven crucial in ways none had expected.

"Still calling me 'little brother' after seven years?" Indra asked as Satoru called out to him, having floated into view above the training ground. "Some things never change."

"Speaking of changes," Satoru grinned, "how's it feel having Toji officially as your future step-father-in-law? Took him and Akane-san long enough to finally acknowledge what everyone saw years ago."

"Seven years of 'coincidental' meetings and shared tea," Kisara added, approaching with her Divine Dogs flanking her. "Though Mother certainly enjoyed watching him try to be subtle about it."

"More importantly," Satoru continued, floating upside down, "any word about our eldest brother stirring? The curses keep evolving, which means he can't be far behind."

Indra's expression showed familiar exasperation. "You really won't ever drop this 'brothers' nonsense?"

"Well," Satoru shrugged, righting himself, "if I don't acknowledge Sukuna as our eldest brother, taking the whole Sons of Heaven thing to its logical conclusion, then I can't claim you as my little brother. And that's simply unacceptable."

Indra was silent for a moment, then surprisingly responded, "Our elder brother," he emphasized the term with clear intention, having finally broken into acceptance, "will make his move when he chooses. Until then, we prepare."

Satoru's grin widened at Indra's unexpected participation in his terminology. "See? Was that so hard, little brother?"

"Also, about preparations, let's not forget," Satoru's grin turned mischievous, "when are you two finally making it official?

The clan's been whispering about how unusual it is to wait this long. Sorcerers have a low life expectancy - mighty Sovereign or not.

You apparently still have duties to produce little sorcerers, right? "

Kisara's composure cracked slightly, a blush coloring her cheeks despite her attempts to maintain dignity. Years of engagement hadn't made such direct references any less embarrassing.

"The clan's traditions aren't my concern," Indra stated, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone that only those who knew him well could detect.

Even after seven years, the concept of marriage remained something he hadn't fully processed.

"Oh? The Honoured One actually sounds unsure about something," Satoru pressed, clearly enjoying this rare opportunity. "Don't tell me you're nervous, little brother?"

"And what about you?" Kisara countered, recovering her composure. "When is the great Satoru Gojo planning to settle down?

Or will you remain forever alone since no one can actually tolerate you for more than five minutes?"

"How cruel!" Satoru clutched his chest in mock hurt. "And here I thought we were discussing little brother's love life, not my perpetual solitude."

"I wouldn't say perpetual," Indra interjected, a rare hint of amusement in his voice. "Your visits to Kyoto have become quite frequent lately. Something about needing to 'check on' Utahime-san's progress?"

Satoru actually faltered in his floating for a moment, caught off guard by Indra's unexpected participation in the teasing. "That's- I'm simply ensuring proper development of future sorcerers!"

"Of course," Kisara smiled. "And the fact that she's the only one who consistently stands up to you has nothing to do with it?"

"She's just less boring than most people," Satoru defended, though his usual confidence wavered slightly. "Besides, someone needs to keep challenging her. It builds character."

"Is that what you call your constant attempts to provoke her?" Kisara asked innocently. "Character building?"

"Speaking of building," Indra cut in, his tone returning to its usual seriousness,

"Toji mentioned seeing her handle three Grade 2 curses alone last week. Your 'character building' seems to be working."

"Of course it is," Satoru recovered his usual demeanor. "Though not as well as whatever you two have been... building."

His grin returned as he redirected the conversation. "The clan elders are starting to place bets on when you'll finally announce a date."

The underlying tension returned. Seven years of engagement, of quiet moments, of working together, of growing stronger – yet neither Indra nor Kisara had addressed the fundamental question of their binding vow and its future.

"Well," Satoru stretched dramatically in mid-air, "I'll leave you two lovebirds to sort things out. Can't have the clan elders losing their betting money, after all." His grin softened into something almost genuine. "Rooting for you, little brother."

Before either could respond, he vanished in a flash of blue, space folding around him as he teleported away.

The sudden silence between Indra and Kisara felt heavier than usual.

"There's a new ramen place that opened in the city," Indra said after a moment, his tone casual yet purposeful. "I heard their chicken and beef options are exceptional. And their miso ramen..."

Kisara's eyes brightened slightly – her change in status from poor to wealthy hadn't changed her love for ramen. "The one near the shopping district? I've heard about it."

"We could go now," Indra suggested. "Training can wait, and..." he paused briefly, "perhaps we should discuss certain matters. Away from clan politics and Satoru's commentary."

The unspoken weight of their future hung in the invitation. Not just a meal, but perhaps finally addressing what they'd both been carefully avoiding.

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The restaurant was quiet for lunch hour, their corner table offering privacy. Kisara's miso ramen steamed invitingly while Indra's chicken-based bowl remained largely untouched as they settled into a comfortable silence.

The years past had made them experts at reading each other's moods. The slight tension in Indra's shoulders, the way Kisara's fingers traced the edge of her bowl – small tells that spoke volumes.

"The clan's expectations," Kisara finally began, her voice soft but steady, "they're not what concern me. What matters is..." she paused, gathering courage, "what do you want, Indra?"

It was the first time in all these years she'd addressed him without the formal '-sama' – a small but great shift.

Indra was silent for a moment, considering her question and the weight behind it. "Ten years ago, we made a binding vow that could be broken by mutual agreement. I've never asked if you want that agreement broken."

"And I've never asked if you do," Kisara replied, meeting his gaze steadily. "We were children then. You offered protection, I offered service. But now..."

"Now things are different," Indra acknowledged. "You've grown stronger than anyone expected. You don't need protection anymore."

"That's not why I stayed," she said quietly. "You know that's not why I stayed."

"Then why did you stay?" Indra asked, his voice carrying genuine curiosity. For all his power, for all his ability, this was something he couldn't simply know.

Kisara's hands stilled on her bowl, "Because you saw me as more than just the girl who inherited the Ten Shadows. Because you gave me purpose beyond just being a vessel for the technique.

Because..." she paused, gathering courage for complete honesty, "because somewhere along the way, serving you became more than just fulfilling a vow."

Indra fell silent, his expression unreadable. "There's much about me you don't know, Kisara. Things that might change how you see me."

"I know," she replied softly. "Your technique isn't what you've shown us. You know things you shouldn't – as if you've lived an entire lifetime already.

Sometimes you speak and act like the world is an open book to you, carrying knowledge far beyond your years."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "And that doesn't bother you?"

A gentle smile crossed her face as she shook her head. "I acknowledged you as my master long ago, in my very heart.

Whether your technique lets you see years into the future, or live in the future, or something else entirely... it doesn't matter to me."

She met his gaze steadily. "However different you are, however far above us you stand, whatever your true age or maturity might be depending on how your technique works – I accept all of it.

I accept you, Indra."

They both became silent.

Only the curl of steaming rising in front of them as they both gazed into each other's eyes, looking for something they both deep down know there is no need to look for - that its already there.

"When would you like the wedding to be?" Indra asked quietly, the sudden shift in conversation catching her off guard.

"I... what?" Kisara's composure faltered, her eyes widening slightly.

Indra folded his hands, resting his chin on them as a gentle smile – one she'd never seen before – crossed his face. "What? Did you truly think I couldn't have feelings for you? For someone as beautiful and magnificent as you've become?"

The blush that colored her cheeks was immediate, but she maintained her gaze on him, seeing this new side of the Sovereign that no one else had ever witnessed.

The steam from their ramen continued to rise between them, but neither paid attention to their cooling meals anymore.

The moment stretched, filled with years of unspoken feelings finally finding voice.

"Spring," Kisara finally answered, her voice soft but certain. "When the cherry blossoms bloom. If... if that suits you?"

"Spring it is," Indra agreed, his gentle smile remaining. "Though the clan elders might faint from shock at actually getting what they wanted."

"Satoru will be insufferable," she added, a small laugh escaping her.

"When isn't he?" Indra's response carried genuine warmth. "Though I suppose as my self-proclaimed brother, he has certain rights to be annoying about this."

They finally returned to their meals, the atmosphere between them transformed. No longer just master and retainer testing boundaries, but two people who had chosen each other, binding vow or not.

"Indra?" Kisara spoke after a moment.

"Mm?"

"Thank you. For seeing me. For waiting until I grew into someone worthy of standing beside you."

"You were always worthy," he replied simply. "You just needed time to see it yourself."

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(Author note: I know, I know, after the time skip going into this may feel fast.

But! Its logical.

Life expectancy of sorcerers is little, Indra wants to rule the clan since they are a valuable resource - so unless Kisara is against it, he wouldn't put himself in a position that needs him to force them into submission by force.

Also, both Indra and Kisara are mature people, they aren't the type to cause drama. So I found this fitting. Though do know, because of this we'll see more romance from them in the future.

Plus Satoru and Utahime, which is one I particularly love.

So yeah, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)