Reborn in Jujutsu Kaisen as a Zenin

The summons arrived not by formal messenger, but by a sleek, black drone that landed silently in the Jujutsu High training ground.

Attached to its undercarriage was a sealed metal cylinder, bearing the insignias of both the United States and the Russian Federation.

Indra approached the device with caution, his crimson aura flaring slightly as he scanned it for any cursed energy signatures or hidden traps.

Finding none, he deactivated the drone with a precise pulse of his technique and retrieved the cylinder.

Inside was a letter, written in elegant calligraphy and translated into both Japanese and English. Indra read it quickly, his expression betraying nothing of its contents.

"What is it?" Kisara asked, approaching with her shikigami alert.

"A challenge," Indra replied, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement. "From the Council of Earth."

He handed the letter to Satoru, who floated over to read it with his usual nonchalance. As he scanned the text, his Six Eyes narrowed slightly.

"A tournament?" he repeated, a note of genuine curiosity entering his voice. "That's... surprisingly straightforward."

"Elaborate," Geto prompted, stepping closer to examine the letter himself.

"The American and Russian representatives propose a formal competition between selected sorcerers from their respective nations and Japan," Indra explained.

"A demonstration of skill, strength, and strategic prowess."

"The stakes?" Yaga-sensei asked, having arrived at the training ground after sensing the unusual cursed energy fluctuations.

"If Japan wins," Indra continued, "Constantine and Volkov will publicly endorse Japan's autonomy in jujutsu affairs, withdrawing their support for the Council's request for oversight.

If we lose, they will continue to call for such oversight, something that Japan can refuse, but would make them be in odds with the rest of the world."

"And a small caveat," Satoru added, his Six Eyes gleaming with amusement. "Indra and I aren't allowed to participate."

The room fell silent as the implications of this challenge settled over the group.

A formal tournament between selected sorcerers, with the fate of Japan's jujutsu world hanging in the balance.

It was a public display of power and a calculated political maneuver, all rolled into one.

"That's absurd," Yaga stated, his tone firm. "They're deliberately handicapping us by excluding our strongest fighters."

"Precisely," Indra agreed. "Which raises the question: why?"

He handed the letter to Geto, who read it carefully, his analytical mind already dissecting its various components.

Shiho, who had arrived with Yaga, moved closer to examine the document, her political instincts immediately recognizing the strategic implications.

"On the surface, it appears to be in our favor," Shiho observed, her voice calm.

"If we win, we eliminate the threat of international oversight with a relatively simple demonstration of strength.

If they lose, we can simply say no, and have them look foolish for having been so confident."

"But why exclude us?" Satoru repeated, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "They know we're the biggest threat.

If they're trying to establish themselves as a mighty power taking us out of the equation seems counterintuitive."

Kisara's expression grew thoughtful. "Perhaps they believe their chosen sorcerers have a better chance against our younger generation than against you two," she suggested.

"They might be confident in their ability to exploit weaknesses or utilize strategies that you two would simply overwhelm with raw power."

"Or perhaps," Geto added, "they're trying to force us into a specific course of action. By setting the terms of the competition, they control the narrative.

We can only win by playing their game - a game designed to benefit them."

"And what game is that?" Indra prompted, his gaze sweeping across the group.

"They want us to underestimate them," Shiho replied, her eyes narrowing. "To believe that this is just a test of strength - when it's something more."

"A distraction," Satoru said, snapping his fingers. "While we're focused on this tournament, they're planning something else entirely. Something that we won't see coming."

"Then we need to understand their true objective," Indra stated, his crimson aura becoming faintly visible. "What do they hope to gain by engaging us in this charade?"

"Prestige," Geto offered. "Even if they lose, participating in a formal competition against Japan's best sorcerers elevates their standing in the international community."

"Information," Kisara countered. "By observing our sorcerers' techniques and strategies, they gain valuable intelligence about our capabilities and weaknesses."

"Control," Shiho concluded, her voice carrying a hint of steel. "By forcing us to play by their rules, they assert dominance over the narrative.

They want to show the world - and Japan - that they can dictate the terms of engagement, even with the Sons of Heaven."

Indra was silent for a moment, his mind connecting the dots.

The Council of Earth wasn't just seeking power;

they were attempting to undermine his authority, to limit his options, to force him into a position where he was reacting to their moves rather than dictating the course of events.

"They want to prove that we can be controlled," Indra stated, his voice resonating with suppressed power. "That even the Sons of Heaven are subject to their rules."

"And you don't like that idea very much," Satoru grinned, a dangerous glint entering his Six Eyes.

"I find it... unacceptable," Indra corrected, the crimson aura pulsing more strongly around him. "I will not be manipulated. I will not be contained."

"Then what do we do?" Geto asked, his analytical mind already exploring potential countermeasures.

"We accept their challenge," Indra replied, a strategic smile touching his lips. "But we respond with something that will crush their morale entirely."

"If they want a tournament," he continued, "we'll give them a tournament. But we won't just win - we'll demonstrate a level of power that renders their entire effort meaningless."

"It won't be enough to simply win - we need them to understand just how far we stand above them," Shiho added, her political mind already calculating the optimal approach.

"They need to see that our subordinates are more than enough, that the King himself need not step down from his throne."

Indra nodded in agreement. "Precisely. This will not be a contest of equals. It will be a display of absolute dominance."

He turned to Yaga, his crimson eyes fixed on the veteran sorcerer. "Find a suitable location. Somewhere large enough to accommodate a demonstration of significant scale."

"A training ground?" Yaga asked. "Jujutsu High has several that could-"

"Too small," Indra interrupted, dismissing the suggestion with a wave of his hand. "I need something that can accommodate something far more."

"What do you have in mind?" Geto questioned, his brow furrowed in thought.

Indra's smile widened slightly, a hint of something almost cruel entering his expression. "A city.

An abandoned one, of course. But large enough to demonstrate the full scope of what we intend to unleash."

The others stared at him in stunned silence, processing the implications of his words.

"An entire city?" Yaga repeated, his voice carrying a mixture of disbelief and concern. "What do you intend to do, Indra?"

"Kisara's training has progressed sufficiently," Indra replied, his gaze softening as he looked toward the Ten Shadows user.

"It's time for the final step. I have found a way to participate in the taming ritual of the Divine General Mahoraga. I will tame him for her, and then she will crush them all."

"Mahoraga?" Satoru repeated, his Six Eyes widening slightly. "Even you would have trouble with that one. You're going to let Kisara face it?"

"No," Indra assured him, his crimson aura pulsing with power. "I will be the one facing it. She simply needs to summon him. 

For it is high time for her to claim her birthright. To demonstrate the true potential of the Ten Shadows technique."

He turned back to Yaga, his expression hardening. "Find a city. One that can withstand the force of a Special Grade shikigami and the power of a Son of Heaven.

It's time to show the world what it truly means to challenge my authority."

With that, Indra departed, leaving the others to process the implications of his words. The atmosphere in the training ground was heavy with anticipation, tinged with a hint of apprehension.

"An entire city," Geto murmured, shaking his head slightly. "He's not just planning to win a tournament - he's planning to make a statement. One that will echo through the jujutsu world for years to come."

"Well, what else would you expect?" Satoru said, his grin returning as he floated into the air. "After all, he has a world to conquer, doesn't he?"

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The chosen location was a ghost city on the outskirts of Kyoto - a sprawling industrial complex abandoned decades ago after a series of environmental disasters.

The skeletal remains of factories and warehouses loomed against the twilight sky, their shadows stretching across cracked asphalt and overgrown vegetation.

A perfect stage for a ritual of this magnitude.

Yaga had secured the area, erecting layers of barriers that would prevent civilian intrusion while containing the massive release of cursed energy that was sure to occur.

Geto stood guard at the perimeter, his cursed spirits patrolling the shadows, alert to any sign of unwanted interference.

Satoru, uncharacteristically serious, floated high above the city, his Six Eyes scanning the environment for any lingering traces of hostile intent.

In the heart of the ruined city, within the skeletal remains of what had once been a massive factory, Indra stood before Kisara.

His crimson aura pulsed with contained power, casting a surreal glow across the scene.

Before them, a complex summoning circle had been etched into the cracked concrete, interwoven with seals and talismans that crackled with cursed energy.

"Are you certain about this?" Kisara asked, her voice barely audible above the whistling wind that swept through the abandoned city.

And that was the important question. Was he? 

Yes, yes he was.

He has been preparing for this fight for years now. Searched through history and ancient texts to see if Mahoraga's power was somehow different than the original counterpart, but thankfully it wasn't.

See, Indra has thought a long time about the might of the mighty General.

Ryoumen Sukuna when he fought Mahoraga - even though he was at fifteen fingers at the time, still held doubt that at three fingers he would lose.

Now, normally this could be chalked up to arrogance, but in this case no.

Sukuna held great respect for the beast as apparent in their fight, held Megumi Fushiguro as quite the potential in his sight meaning he would not underestimate him or his summon.

This barring the fact that Sukuna the entire fight was toying with the beast, purposefully holding back to see what it had in store, until finally he had to put him down before it got too strong because of his playfulness - Indra does not have such an intention.

Yet still, the General must not be underestimated.

Sukuna most definitely at mere three fingers of cursed energy would have been incapable of naturally defeating Mahoraga,

but with his philosophy of burning everything till one has to strength to win as he stated to the Disaster Curse Jogo -

he as the greatest sorcerer would make magnificient use binding vows to win.

Indra met her gaze, his expression unreadable. "The time has come. Mahoraga is the final piece. With it, your power will be unmatched."

Kisara nodded slowly, her hand resting on the hilt of the cursed tool sword she had wielded for years. "And you? Are you prepared for the cost?"

Indra's lips curved into a subtle smile. "A small price to pay for such a significant gain."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, preparing himself for the binding vow he was about to enact.

The weight of it settled upon him, a tangible pressure that made the air itself seem to vibrate with anticipation.

"I, Indra Zenin," he began, his voice resonating through the ruined factory, "vow to blind myself to the events unfolding before me.

For the duration of this ritual, and for the month to follow, I will relinquish my sight, my hearing, my taste, and my sense of smell.

As well will I for the following month relinquish my cursed technique barring this ritual.

I will rely solely on my ability to sense cursed energy and on the guidance of Kisara Zenin - able to hear her no matter the distance.

In exchange, Heaven will grant me the ability to alter the inherent nature of the Ten Shadows technique, allowing my participation in the Mahoraga taming ritual."

The air crackled with energy as the binding vow took hold, its power solidifying the terms of the agreement.

Indra's crimson aura intensified, then abruptly receded, leaving his eyes dark and unseeing.

The sounds of the wind faded to a dull hum, the taste of dust and decay vanished from his tongue, and the familiar scent of ozone and decay disappeared from his nostrils.

Darkness descended, broken only by the faint warmth of Kisara's hand as she took his.

"I'm here," she said, her voice clear and steady. "I will guide you."

Indra squeezed her hand gently, then released it. "Begin."

Kisara stepped forward, her Ten Shadows technique activating with a surge of cursed energy.

The shadows around them seemed to writhe and coalesce, forming the familiar shapes of her tamed shikigami.

Divine Dogs, Nue, Toad, Rabbit Escape - all responding to her will with practiced precision.

The summoning circle began to glow with an eerie light, its intricate patterns resonating with the power of the Ten Shadows.

The air grew heavy with anticipation as Kisara prepared to call forth the most powerful and dangerous of her shikigami.

"With the Ten Shadows Technique," she chanted, her voice echoing through the ruined factory, "I summon the Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General... Mahoraga!"

The summoning circle flared with blinding light, and a figure began to materialize within its center.

Unlike the other shikigami, whose forms were distinct and recognizable, Mahoraga emerged as a chaotic mass of swirling energy.

Lightning crackled, wind howled, and the very air seemed to scream as the Divine General took form.

Indra stood motionless, his senses now limited solely to the flow of cursed energy around him.

He could feel Kisara's power resonating through the summoning circle, the chaotic energy of Mahoraga threatening to overwhelm her control.

But he could see nothing, hear nothing, taste nothing, smell nothing. He existed in a void, relying solely on Kisara's guidance and his connection to the flow of cursed energy around him.

As the General's soul descended from Heaven, Kisara immediately jumped away as Indra appeared above her, catching the blow from the Heavenly being.

The battle between King and General was about to begin.

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

So yeah, we're finally taming Mahoraga. About time!

To be honest, Indra simply needed an excuse to go against his unease at the thought, and well, Indra though mostly calm and collected, can get annoyed and angered - especially when one thinks they can direct him however they wish.

Also, the thing with Sukuna explanation I wrote is what I believe Sukuna meant when he stated that perhaps he would have been beaten by Megumi that day, instead of surety.

Sukuna besides hating Yuji is a pretty good sport when it comes to scaling when he is winning - Satoru being told he will never forget him for as long as he lives.

Acknowledging Higuruma, etc.

So yeah, I hope you all look forward to the next chapter,

See you all later,

Bye!)