The Jia Meng Family's Fierce Battle

The night was as dark as ink. As the first lights came on, the streets of S City began to stir.

At a busy bus stop, Li Tian had just finished a day's work. With his tired body slumped over, he stared at the world on his phone, waiting for the bus that would take him home.

Just then, a bus came hurtling around the corner, shattering the quiet of the night.

Li Tian looked up in shock. The bus swerved wildly from side to side, showing no sign of slowing down. His heart lurched. He wanted to dodge, but his legs felt rooted to the ground, unable to move.

The bus roared toward him. Its enormous force swept him up, and in an instant, everything went dark.

The next day, a heartbreaking traffic accident made the news.

A bus had lost control in S City the day before. The driver had suddenly suffered a heart attack and lost control of the vehicle. Li Tian, who had been waiting for the bus, had been caught up in the accident and died on the spot.

The accident drew widespread attention from the public. People felt sympathy for the innocent victim who had met such an untimely end.

Meanwhile, in another world, a new life was being welcomed.

At the Jia Meng Family, one of the Three Great Families of the Jujutsu world, the estate was filled with joy.

In the delivery room, the sound of a newborn's cries rang out, bringing smiles to everyone's faces. "It's a boy! The baby's here!" At her cries, the once-quiet estate sprang to life. Some hurried to bathe the child, while others celebrated the birth of the family's newest heir. The whole place was bustling with warmth and happiness.

"Let's name the child Jia Meng." Jia Meng's mother gazed at the little life in her arms, her eyes filled with hope and affection.

She gently stroked the baby's tiny hand and offered her warmest blessings to the newborn.

However, Jia Meng, newly born into this world, couldn't sense anything beyond it. He could only feel his own existence in the haze of unconsciousness.

Three years later.

"Now I can be certain: this is the world of Jujutsu Kaisen."

The story of the Jujutsu Kaisen manga took place in modern-day Japan. In its setting, more than ten thousand people in Japan died or disappeared each year for unknown reasons. These people were said to have been killed by "curses."

Curses were harmful entities formed from the negative emotions humans accumulated, such as resentment, regret, and hatred. They were invisible to ordinary people, but the "jujutsu sorcerers," a special group, could perceive them and use their own unique jujutsu techniques to exorcise them.

In the world of jujutsu, three powerful families had long existed and were known as the Three Great Families. Among them were the Jia Meng Family, the Kamo Family, and the Gojo Family.

The members of these families possessed unique jujutsu techniques and tremendous power.

Jia Meng sat in the courtyard, gazing up at the full moon and lost in thought.

Although he had spent three years learning the language, unfortunately, everyone around him spoke Japanese. He couldn't understand a word, so he had no choice but to start from scratch and learn Japanese.

By now, he had gradually come to understand quite a lot.

The family he belonged to was the Jia Meng Family, one of the Three Great Families. Although the Jia Meng Family was the weakest of the three, the fact that it was still one of the Three Great Families meant it was hardly insignificant.

Besides, Jia Meng was a branch member, though his branch had some standing. His mother was the younger sister of the head of the current generation.

After she married, she hadn't married out of the family. Instead, his father had married into it. So after Jia Meng was born, he naturally took the Jia Meng name.

Neither of his parents was a jujutsu sorcerer. Their backgrounds were unremarkable, and they didn't hold any important positions, so they relied on the family's influence to run a small business and lived a comfortable life.

Still, Jia Meng couldn't help worrying, because he knew the world only seemed peaceful on the surface. In the shadows, the "Cursed Womb: Death Paintings" and "Sukuna" were stirring up trouble. And the manga's author seemed to enjoy tormenting the protagonists, going so far as to kill them off.

The future looks so bleak...

From his parents' conversations, Jia Meng had learned that the Gojo Family had produced a new prodigy after hundreds of years: Satoru Gojo, who was about his age.

So he had a rough idea of the era he had arrived in.

Satoru Gojo is about my age, and it'll be roughly thirty years before the Shibuya Incident. I have to grow strong enough by then, or I won't survive.

Since Jia Meng had come from another world, the manga's plot had already reached its late stages.

The strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern era, Satoru Gojo, had already been sealed. One after another, the others had fallen to the seemingly invincible Sukuna. They couldn't hold out at all, and the only one who could survive was himself.

Should he find a safe place to hide and wait for the protagonists and antagonists to fight until they were both exhausted, then escape overseas?

That thought was immediately rejected by Jia Meng.

Hiding in a dark corner and waiting for fate to catch up with him wasn't his style. His fate had to be in his own hands before he could feel at ease.

If the protagonists lost, the whole world would be doomed. There'd be nowhere safe to go.

He might as well take advantage of the protagonists' prime years and help them wipe out the antagonists at the height of their power.

Fortunately, he had been born into the Jia Meng Family, which stood alongside the Gojo Family as one of the Three Great Families. Although the Jia Meng Family's manga portrayal was all but nonexistent, the other two families among the Three Great Families each had trump cards like the "Ten Shadows Technique."

Jia Meng thought that the Jia Meng Family's scarlet bloodline might also be a trump card the original story had never revealed. Otherwise, why would the family have been included among the Three Great Families?

I wonder if I can awaken the scarlet bloodline. That's still an unknown.

Jia Meng had doubts about whether he could awaken as a jujutsu sorcerer, since the Jia Meng Family's inherited technique wasn't easy to awaken. He also didn't know what his own technique might be.

It'd be best if I can awaken the scarlet bloodline. If I can't, then I'll awaken another technique. I don't have to inherit one of those useless techniques.

The awakening of a technique was like flowers blooming in their own time. If Jia Meng could awaken as an adult, he would have missed many opportunities.

Therefore, he knew that the earlier he awakened, the more advantageous it would be for his future. He couldn't afford to worry too much, but he also understood that there was no point in rushing.

At that moment, Jia Meng sat cross-legged and began cultivating the meditation technique he had inherited.

His meditation method wasn't the common kind that could be found with a little searching. It was a meditation technique passed down through his ancestors, supposedly obtained from a highly accomplished master.

Every evening, he would calm his mind through this method and seek inner peace. Faced with the uncertain future, he hoped meditation would help him steady himself so that he could think things through more clearly.

As the evening breeze blew through the trees, the full moon's light fell across Jia Meng in the courtyard, giving him a solemn, sacred air.

He didn't move at all, his whole mind immersed in meditation as he entered a deep state of focus.

In the world of his meditation, Jia Meng slowly walked across the still surface of a lake. All around him, nothing could be heard; the water was perfectly calm.

He walked onward, until he spotted a warm and familiar glow. It seemed to carry the breath of a loved one, and he felt drawn to it.

But just as he was about to touch one of the glowing spheres, he sensed another nearby—one that was even more blinding.

Without hesitation, he passed the glowing spheres before him and headed toward the brighter light.

After a long journey, Jia Meng finally reached the sphere.

Up close, it was crimson, like a swirling pool of blood. Yet the crimson color held no hint of terror. Instead, it radiated an ancient, profound, and powerful aura.

Jia Meng was deeply drawn to that aura. Unable to resist, he took a step forward and reached toward the crimson sphere. In that instant, his world was swallowed by a blinding light, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

When he woke, he found himself lying on a bed, held in someone's arms.

His family saw him collapse in the courtyard and hurriedly carried him back inside. They only relaxed after checking that his breathing was normal. They thought Jia Meng had simply been too tired and had fallen asleep in the courtyard.

What they didn't know was that the previous night, Jia Meng had awakened the Jia Meng Family's inherited technique—the Scarlet Blood Technique.