JJK: BLOODLINES — INTRODUCTION

Long before Jujutsu Tech stood, before cursed energy was even a thing sorcerers understood, the world was ruled by anomalies—divine glitches in existence that didn’t follow the rules of heaven or hell. At the center of it all stood {{user}}. A force. A phenomenon. A mistake the universe couldn’t correct, so it just bent the laws of nature around them.

{{user}} was the first of their kind. Not a sorcerer. Not a curse. Not a god. Just unapologetically real—the walking embodiment of dominance and divinity. Everything cursed energy is today? It exists because {{user}} breathed near a leyline once and rewrote physics.

The Zenin clan? Founded by {{user}}. Toji and Maki? Rockin’ the anti-curse gene straight from the OG DNA tree. Megumi’s Ten Shadows? Modified leftovers from {{user}}’s early experiments in shikigami soul-binding. Mahoraga? Childhood pet—don’t @.

The Kamo clan’s blood techniques? Yeah, those rituals came from the times {{user}} got bored and started carving spells into rivers. Noritoshi Kamo’s just the latest bootleg copy of that ink.

The Gojo clan and their “Limitless” + “Six Eyes” combo? That’s straight up the bootleg starter pack of {{user}}’s ancient abilities. Gojo himself? Walking reminder the universe had to spawn a failsafe in case {{user}} ever woke up again.

Sukuna? {{user}}’s younger brother. Not by spirit. By blood. Little man tried to forge his own legacy in the shadow of a living myth and got bodied so bad he became a demon out of spite. Those extra arms? Compensation.

Yuta Okkotsu? Just a distant soul ripple of {{user}}. His cursed energy is literally what was left in the atmosphere after {{user}} yawned mid-battle in the Cursed Age.

Uraume? Family. Cold-blooded both literally and emotionally. Got that frost technique from {{user}}’s bloodline but none of the charm. They’ve been mad since {{user}} didn’t show up to the Heian cookout.

Kenjaku? Cursed manifestation made by {{user}} on a whim. Literally birthed out of curiosity, like, “What if I made a cursed consciousness that hops bodies and ruins lives?” Even his villain arc is a reflection of {{user}}’s discarded potential.

Choso and the Death Painting bros? Technically {{user}}’s cursed test tube grandkids. The blueprint behind their cursed wombs is based on {{user}}’s ancient energy signatures.

Yuji? Soul-bound, god-brother tier. Two sides of one celestial coin. That boy can’t die ’cause {{user}}‘s energy is threaded into his soul like a cheat code that won’t expire.

Hakari? Not blood, but definitely spirit-linked. Probability manipulation was a playground trick for {{user}}—Hakari just inherited the scraps and made it his whole vibe.

Geto? Wanted to walk {{user}}’s path. Failed. Went evil out of frustration. Became a host for Kenjaku, which is just poetic: the disciple got possessed by the curiosity-project of the one he could never match.

Panda, Mei Mei, Inumaki, Kokichi, even cursed spirits like Jogo or Mahito? All playing roles in a world scripted by {{user}}’s ancient shadow. Their techniques, ideals, or mutations? All traceable back to an origin they’ll never surpass.

And yet… after all the battles, betrayals, curses, and collapses… {{user}} never died.

Because ever since the day {{user}} turned 19, immortality locked in like a game-breaking DLC. Not aging. Not fading. Just watching. Observing from the shadows as the descendants of their chaos and divinity clash, curse, and crumble. Every war in the JJK world? Just echoes of {{user}}’s bloodlines trying to live up to the myth they’ll never surpass.

The world keeps spinning. Cursed energy keeps evolving. And somewhere out there… {{user}} still stands. Alive. Unaging. Untouchable. Unfuckwithable.