Reborn in Jujutsu Kaisen as a Zenin

"An engagement? Really?" Satoru Gojo's voice carried equal parts disappointment and disdain as he materialized in Indra's training ground.

"You were actually interesting, and now you're getting tied down by clan politics? Booooring."

Months had passed since his last visit, yet his presence remained as overwhelming as ever.

Through his Six Eyes, he immediately assessed Kisara, who was in the middle of her morning practice with Divine Dogs.

"The Ten Shadows Technique?" He scoffed, floating upside down to get a better look. "Sure, it's one of the stronger inherited techniques, but she's barely managing basic manifestations. How disappointingly ordinary."

Indra continued his own practice, not bothering to acknowledge Satoru's dramatic entrance.

"You know what makes this even more boring?" Satoru continued, righting himself. "You're doing this for her sick mother. I checked – that's why you arranged this whole thing.

Caring about weak people just makes you weak. They're so... predictable. My Six Eyes show me everything about them – simple thoughts, simple desires, simple fears."

He landed besides them, deliberately disrupting their training space. "The strong shouldn't be burdened by the weak. That's just how the world works. I thought you understood that."

"Are you done?" Indra asked without pausing his practice. "Your disappointment is noted, though irrelevant."

"Irrelevant?" Satoru's cursed energy flared, his Six Eyes analyzing every aspect of the training ground. "You're the only person who's actually interesting, and now you're wasting time playing protector to someone who can barely manifest basic shikigami."

Indra continued his practice, his lack of response only fueling Satoru's irritation.

"The strong shouldn't chain themselves to the weak," Satoru stated, landing between them with deliberate precision.

"It's boring. Predictable. Everything about her is so simple my Six Eyes can map out her entire development path. Why would you-"

"Move." Indra's voice carried no emotion, yet the air itself seemed to grow heavier.

"Or what?" Satoru's eyes gleamed. "You'll show me how far you've fallen? Protecting the weak, playing clan politics..." His cursed energy began to rise. "Maybe you need a reminder of what real power looks like."

The distance between them suddenly felt charged with possibility, two overwhelming forces on the edge of collision.

"Your vocabulary is rather limited for someone with the Six Eyes," Kisara's voice cut through the tension.

"If you're going to disparage my existence, at least vary your word choice. 'Weak' loses its impact after the tenth repetition."

Satoru's attention snapped to her, surprise briefly flickering across his features before settling into amusement. "Oh? The boring one has opinions?"

"I have a headache," she replied flatly.

"Your circular argument about strength and weakness is giving me a migraine. Either fight Indra-sama if that's what you're here for, or find new adjectives to express your disappointment."

The sheer unexpectedness of her interruption shifted the atmosphere. Not defusing the tension entirely, but redirecting it from its path toward inevitable conflict.

Satoru stared at her for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Wow, you actually managed to surprise me. That's..." he tilted his head, considering. "Still boring, but in an unexpected way."

"If you're done interrupting our training," Indra stated, "either state your actual purpose for coming here or leave."

"Fine, fine." Satoru floated upward, crossing his legs mid-air. "I came to see if you'd gotten completely dull, but at least your pet project has some spark.

Though really, Indra, an engagement? That's so..." he paused, glancing at Kisara with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "What's another word for boring?"

"Tedious? Mundane? Prosaic?" Kisara offered dryly. "Since you seem to need vocabulary assistance."

"Now you're just showing off," Satoru grinned. "But it doesn't change facts. Strong people shouldn't-"

"Let me guess," Kisara interrupted again. "Burden themselves with the weak? Perhaps we could move this conversation forward instead of circling the same point?"

"Actually," Satoru's playful demeanor suddenly shifted, his arms crossed as he descended to the ground, "let me demonstrate why caring makes you predictable."

His finger, still resting against his crossed arm, lifted slightly. Immediately, the air grew dense with power, Infinity manifesting as pure crushing pressure throughout the training ground.

"See, now you have to protect her," Satoru stated matter-of-factly. "Your response becomes... limited."

The ground beneath them began to crack as Indra's cursed energy rose in response, his power radiating outward in waves that made the earth shatter and the sky itself seem to shudder.

Kisara stumbled back, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of power emanating from both five-year-olds.

"Satoru, lower your finger," Indra's voice carried absolute authority, the kind that made even the air itself seem to listen.

The pressure continued to build, two overwhelming forces turning the training ground into ground zero of a potential catastrophe.

"Maa, maa," Satoru lowered his finger with an exaggerated shrug, the crushing pressure of Infinity dissipating as quickly as it had manifested. 

"Just proving a point. Though..." he tilted his head, studying Indra with renewed interest, "your reaction was actually less boring than expected. Most people get all panicky when I do that."

The ground remained cracked from their brief power display, testament to how close they'd come to a serious confrontation.

Yet Satoru's demeanor had already shifted back to casual amusement, as if he hadn't just threatened to demonstrate his point using lethal force.

"Still think you're making a mistake though," he added, floating upward again. "But I guess even interesting people can make boring choices. Just don't get too dull – you're the only one around here worth anything."

"By the way," Satoru added, now floating completely upside down - clearly this version of him was far more prodigous than the original, to be able to use blue in such a way at such a young age,

"Your technique's evolved since last time. That application you're developing..." His Six Eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's actually pretty interesting. We should fight sometime, see how it works against Infinity."

"No." Indra's response was immediate and final.

"Ehh? So boring!" Satoru complained, but his eyes held a calculating look.

"Fine, keep your secrets. But don't blame me if I drop by randomly to see what you're working on. It's not like anyone else around here is worth watching."

He glanced at Kisara one last time. "Try not to make him completely boring, Ten Shadows. He's the only other person who isn't completely tedious to be around."

With that, he simply vanished, the space where he had been folding in on itself as Infinity carried him away.

In the sudden quiet of the training ground, Kisara released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Is he always like that?"

"Unfortunately." Indra's response carried annoyance. "Return to your practice. He'll be back, but not today."

"Though," Indra added after a moment, "you handled his presence better than expected. Interrupting him was... unconventional."

"He was being repetitive," Kisara responded, directing her Divine Dogs through a complex motion. "And his argument was circular. If strength means not caring about anything, then what's the point of having strength at all?"

"Don't let him hear you say that," Indra warned. "He'd spend hours explaining why being the strongest is its own purpose."

The training ground still bore evidence of their brief confrontation – cracked earth and lingering traces of their overwhelming cursed energy.

A reminder of the gap between normal sorcerers and whatever category Indra and Satoru occupied.

"Your mother's treatment is progressing well," Indra stated, changing the subject. "The doctors report significant improvement."

The abrupt shift surprised her, until she realized what he was doing – demonstrating that caring about something didn't make one's actions entirely predictable.

"You have your own philosophy about strength, don't you?" Kisara observed, the realization dawning as she considered his actions. "Not just about power itself, but about how it should be used."

Indra paused. "Of course I do. Power without purpose is meaningless. Satoru sees strength as its own justification, making him powerful but... limited.

True power comes from understanding what you want to achieve with it."

"And what do you want to achieve?" She questioned, geniune curiousity lacing her tone.

Indra turned silent. 

"Training is done for today." Indra stated abruptly. "Your control over Divine Dogs has improved, but you're still too slow in manifestation. Work on that."

He turned and began walking away, clearly unwilling to elaborate further on his worldview.

Later Kisara watched the darkening sky from her quarters, mind replaying the day's events.

She'd witnessed something extraordinary – not just the raw power display, but a fundamental clash of philosophies between two of the strongest young sorcerers in Japan - perhaps the world.

Satoru Gojo, who saw strength as its own purpose, viewing the world through Six Eyes that rendered everything predictable and therefore boring.

And Indra, who clearly had deeper reasons for pursuing power, though he kept those reasons carefully guarded.

She wondered what they were...

'Now that I truly begin to think about it, I know nothing about him. Nothing more than the shell everyone else sees. The Future Strongest, the great prodigy, the Son of Silence...'

What does someone with such strength desire? 

What drives someone who the Heavens themselves have smiled upon?

In the end though she realised these musings were pointless. She was now bound to him after all, for possibly as long as will live.

"Well," she muttered to herself, watching the first stars appear, "I suppose I'll find out, whether I want to or not."

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

How did you all found the clash between two of the Three Strongest?

I found it fascinating how much pre-Riko and Geto, Satoru sounds so much like Sukuna.

Just bored with everything when he was child. Lonely, seeking things not as predictable as the Six Eyes makes.

Indra is such a thing, because of his technique and his own personality and philosophy.

Though, do understand one thing. Indra's philosophy is the same as the synopsis, and this isn't going to change unless he ever loses - just like Sukuna.

That is how philosophy after all works. It is your worldview. How you believe things should be founded upon, and unless its proven wrong, then you never change it.

So yeah, I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)