Jujutsu Kaisen: The Forgotten Clan

Chapter 1

Lithuila Santa-Clara, Age 8: Currently living in Canada.

Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, the same site reflects at me: my lilac eyes downcast per usual with dark bags building underneath them, a grin resting on my face. Today, Saturday March 13th, started off with mum and me practicing jujutsu, and ended with a near tragic accident.

"Lithuila, get back up and continue fighting. I know you can do better than this."

"Mum, stop lecturing me will you! Taking a five second rest will not kill me. I"

"If this were a real fight, you would be dead. There are people, sorcerers out looking to kill you. Why do you think your father and I train you to the bone?"

"Grrr. Why do you keep treating me like a baby! Since day one you and dad have reminded me repeatedly how precious I am to you both and how I need to take my training seriously! Guess what mother, I take my training seriously and I am more than aware of the dangers that lurk outside our house! I have two eyes and can see what goes on around me."

My mother and I have locked eyes, each of us knowing full well the other is correct in her statement. Both parents have made it abundantly clear how precarious the Jujutsu Sorcery community is. Granted they are measuring the sorcery community in Canada and Japan by the same standards. I am not fully aware of the ins-and-outs regarding the sorcery communities of either country: my assumption is the sorcerers in Japan are more cut-throat and traditional than sorcerers in Canada.

Heck, the few times I have asked my parents why we moved away from Japan, I have gotten various answers including, "Your father was offered a mission that required us to move abroad for a few years", said my mother last month. "Your mother wanted to live in a new country", said my father two weeks ago". Or my favorite answer to date, "Lithuila, kindly stop asking us why we moved and just accept the fact that we are in Canada. Your mouth will get you into hot water some day!". Both my parents said this to me last night over family dinner. We have been living in Canada for a year now. My older brothers are adjusting well to being in Canada, I am finding the adjustment a bit strange.

"Earth to Lithuila. Where has your mind gone to, now, child? Are you listening to me?"

"Mother, I hear you loud and clear."

I am now standing up on both my feet, palms facing my mother. I shoot off enough cursed energy to send my mother flying into the wall behind her. A loud crash and bang sound brings my eldest brother, Zyler, running into the draining room.

"What the heck was that noise? Lithuila, why are you staring at our mother with a look of death in your eyes?"

"Zyler, butt out of my training session! Unless you want to wind up like our mother, leave."

Zyler walks over to me, but I don't break eye-contact with my target. My mum does not get up immediately, which is unusual for her. Zyler and I rush over to her side. I get to her first and realize she is unconscious.

"Lithuila! You killed our mother oh god, oh god. What are we going to do?" Zyler is beside himself and on the verge of tears. I need to focus, and remove the cursed energy from my mother's body before it engulfs her. And Zyler needs to shut his mouth.

"Zyler, pull yourself together! Our mother is not dead, look how her chest is still moving up and down. What does this mean? She is still breathing. Now leave."

"Cool your jets kid." Great, now Zink has butted into our training session. Zink is Zyler's identical twin brother. Their voices sound the same, their behaviors mirror each other, and an untrained eye can't distinguish Zink from Zyler or Zyler from Zink. Both my brothers have light green eyes, mocha colored skin, dark black eyebrows that at thick, and jet-black hair that is curly. They are five years older than me.

Taking a deep breath, I take hold of the situation and address both of my brothers.

"Zink and Zyler both of you leave. There is no need to call an ambulance, so stop panicking Zyler. Mum and I were training, and I let out more energy than intended. Besides, both of you have your Karate belt tests today. How about you go prepare for it?"

I give my brothers a gentle smile, making my lilac eyes shine brightly. They look at each other, then they look at me, and finally, both leave the training room. Once the door closes, I place my hands on my mother's chest and concentrate. Five-minutes later, most of the cursed energy clears her body, and she bats her eyelids open.

"Lithuila. What, what was that?"

"Cursed energy mum, stop moving, I am almost done healing you."

I catch my mother's gaze and it is a mix of confusion, uncertainty, and fear. A look I have never seen on my mother's face until today. Her tone of voice grows serious as she talks with me.

"Lithuila Balzertina Santa-Clara. What did you just do? You did not just let out cursed energy did you."

Now I am confused and growing angry. My mum and I call off the rest of today's training. She is fully healed, save for a few scars that will form later, and leaves the training room. I sit down on the floor and look at my hands. They are calloused from six years of jujutsu training: these hands have done numerous push-ups, exorcised a hand full of curses under the guidance of two seasoned sorcerers, healed my parents when I injury them during training, and now, these hands have let out something other than cursed energy. What the heck?

I have been up since the crack of dawn and lay down on the floor. My eyes involuntarily close and my mind slips into a vivid nightmare.

Laying in the middle of a field, I open my eyes and see the night sky. There are stars burning through the endless abyss, lighting up the area around me. I sit up straight, stretch out my arms and legs, and look around. There is nothing in sight except for grass and a forest off in the distance. Deciding it would be best to move around, I stand and walk towards the forest. Suddenly, I hear screaming and shouting behind me.

"Don't let her get away!"

"The King wants her alive, use force if needed."

I turn around and see a mob of people running towards me. An alarm goes off in my head, and my body shifts into fight, flight, freeze mode. I decide to bolt towards the forest, not run, bolt. The mob splits off into two groups, with one group veering off to my left and the other veering off to my right. I can see the forest coming closer and closer to my reach. However, a force of cursed energy causes me to fall to the ground. Crud, the mob of people is a mob of sorcerers.

My face hits the ground first, nocking my teeth around and causing my nose to bleed. I push myself up, blood drips down my chin. Then out of nowhere, I am pulled backwards by the collar of my shirt. I squirm and shout trying to free myself, but to no avail. Someone's fist meets my face, my body goes limp, and I am hoisted into the air. Someone slams my body into a cart, and I hear the faint sounds of muttering.

"Hey, hey. This one did not get too far, why does the King want this, thing anyway?"

"Shut your trap! There is no need to question what his majesty does and does not want. My understanding is power."

"What do you mean by power?"

I lose consciousness and zonk out. When I wake up, I find myself in a dark room with heavy metal attached to my wrists. It is a dudgeon with little lighting, that is bone cold, and shackles that inhibit my movement. Who are these sorcerers? And what do I have to do with someone else's power? I hear a door open in the distance, low murmurs echo through the narrow hallway leading to my cell.

"Lithuila?" Someone is calling my name, but whom?

"Lithuila. Are you alright? Kid!"

My eyes jolt open, and I am staring at the ceiling. In a split second, Zyler's face comes into view, we make direct eye contact. I breathe a sigh of relief; my nightmare is over.

"Zyler, I am fine. Thank you for asking. What is with the long face?"

Zyler sits next me and give me a random hug. Despite our argument earlier on, Zyler and I are close. I am close with Zink too, and both my parents. Although, the four of them can get under my skin, we are a tight nit, nuclear family. I have not met my extended family as of yet, nor have my parents mentioned anything about us having an extended family.