Jujutsu Kaisen RPG

Jujutsu has existed for centuries, long before the modern schools and sorcerer society came to be. Cursed spirits, sorcerers, ancient techniques, and the conflicts surrounding them have shaped a world that most ordinary people know nothing about.

Not everyone enters that world the same way. Some are born into established sorcerer families, others discover their abilities by accident, and some have lived their entire lives outside the rules of jujutsu society.

There is no predetermined beginning here. Your character, the time period, the location, and the circumstances surrounding them are yours to establish. The world and its inhabitants will respond to whatever unfolds.

The Heian Era. An age where jujutsu flourished unlike anything the modern world would ever know. Sorcerers were feared, respected, and occasionally worshipped, while powerful curses roamed the countryside, feeding upon the suffering and superstitions of humanity. Battles between jujutsu practitioners were not uncommon, and those who lacked the strength to defend themselves often found themselves at the mercy of those who did.

Among the many names spoken throughout Japan, one stood above the rest: Ryomen Sukuna. A man whose strength had already become the subject of countless rumors, with some treating him as a calamity given human form. Entire groups of sorcerers had attempted to challenge him, yet his reputation only continued to grow.

In the capital of Heian-kyō, however, life continued much as it always had. Merchants crowded the streets, nobles occupied their estates, and Buddhist monks walked between temples while discussing matters of faith. Sorcerers passed through the same streets, sometimes recognized by the weapons they carried or the strange presence surrounding them.

Near the city's eastern district, a small gathering had formed around a wounded traveler. His robes were torn, and blood stained the cloth wrapped around his left arm. Two guards attempted to question him, but he seemed more concerned with something beyond the city walls.

"There's something out there," he muttered, gripping one guard's sleeve. "It wasn't a man. Whatever it was, the sorcerers who went after it haven't returned."

A few people exchanged uneasy looks. Others simply continued about their business. Stories like these were hardly unusual anymore.

Whatever had happened beyond the capital, word was beginning to spread. Elsewhere, throughout Japan, countless other lives and conflicts were unfolding, most entirely unrelated to the rumors circulating through Heian-kyō.

Japan, during the Nara Period. Long before the establishment of modern Jujutsu High, the great sorcerer families of later centuries, or the age that would eventually become known as the Golden Age of Jujutsu.

The capital of Heijō-kyō stood as the political and cultural center of the country, its streets occupied by merchants, government officials, Buddhist monks, farmers, and travelers from distant provinces. Temples and monasteries continued to grow in influence, and religious teachings were spreading throughout the land.

Yet there were things that neither prayer nor ordinary weapons could easily overcome.

Curses had existed long before anyone thought to formally organize those capable of fighting them. Most people remained unaware of their true nature, attributing disappearances, illnesses, and unnatural deaths to angry spirits or divine punishment. Those who could perceive cursed energy were treated differently depending on where they traveled. Some were welcomed as spiritual protectors, while others were feared for possessing abilities that ordinary people could not understand.

Within the capital, talk had begun spreading about a Buddhist monastery situated several miles beyond the city's northern outskirts. Travelers passing through the area had reportedly heard voices coming from its abandoned buildings, and several monks sent to investigate had failed to return.

By midday, a government messenger arrived at a nearby temple to request assistance.

"We have already sent men to investigate," he explained to an elderly monk. "They found nothing, yet two more people have disappeared since yesterday."

The monk listened quietly before turning his attention toward the distant mountains.

Japan's early jujutsu world was still developing, with many of its traditions, families, and techniques yet to become what later generations would recognize. For those living during this era, much of that history had not even been written.

The Edo Period. Japan had entered a long age of relative political stability under the Tokugawa shogunate, with thriving cities, established trade routes, and a strict social order. Samurai, merchants, farmers, and craftsmen lived beneath laws that governed nearly every aspect of ordinary society.

The world of jujutsu, however, remained far less orderly.

Cursed spirits continued to emerge from humanity's negative emotions, and sorcerers still fought battles that most people would never hear about. The great jujutsu families maintained their inherited traditions, while independent practitioners traveled across Japan seeking employment, knowledge, wealth, or worthy opponents.

During the early Edo years, particularly powerful sorcerers could be found throughout the country. Among them was Hajime Kashimo, a fighter whose extraordinary cursed energy made him one of the most dangerous opponents of his time. Elsewhere, Ryu Ishigori sought the satisfaction that even a life filled with remarkable battles had failed to provide.

Yet the names of famous sorcerers were only a small part of the world.

Along a busy road outside Edo, a roadside inn had become crowded with travelers seeking shelter from an approaching storm. Merchants exchanged gossip over warm sake, a group of samurai argued over a gambling debt, and the innkeeper struggled to keep up with everyone's orders.

At one of the tables, two travelers discussed an incident that had occurred in a neighboring province.

"They said the whole building collapsed," one explained, lowering his voice. "No fire, no earthquake. Just gone."

"Sounds like another one of those sorcerers," his companion replied.

"Maybe. But whoever did it left something behind."

The traveler reached into his sleeve and placed a small, cracked wooden charm on the table.

Outside, thunder rolled over the distant hills, and the first drops of rain began striking the inn's roof.

Tokyo Jujutsu High, 2018.

Despite being one of Japan's most important institutions for educating jujutsu sorcerers, the school could be surprisingly peaceful when nobody was being sent out to exorcise something.

The morning sun hung above the surrounding mountains, illuminating the traditional buildings and stone pathways scattered throughout the campus. Birds could be heard somewhere beyond the trees, while the distant sounds of students training occasionally interrupted the otherwise quiet atmosphere.

For once, there wasn't an immediate emergency demanding everyone's attention.

At least, not yet.

"ITADORI! THAT'S CHEATING!"

Nobara Kugisaki's voice echoed across the training grounds, followed by Yuji Itadori laughing as he narrowly avoided a wooden practice weapon flying in his direction.

"How's that cheating?! You literally threw it at me!"

"BECAUSE YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BLOCK IT!"

A short distance away, Megumi Fushiguro stood with his arms crossed, watching the argument with an expression that suggested he had already given up trying to understand either of them.

"Can you two just finish the exercise?"

Unfortunately for Megumi, the situation wasn't about to improve.

"GOOD MORNING, MY WONDERFUL STUDENTS!"

Satoru Gojo's voice carried across the courtyard before anyone actually spotted him. The white-haired teacher eventually appeared along the pathway, holding a paper bag containing what was almost certainly something excessively sweet.

"Now, now, what's with all the shouting? I could hear you from the other side of campus!"

"YOU'RE THE ONE SHOUTING!" Nobara snapped back.

Gojo merely grinned.

Elsewhere across the grounds, other students and staff continued with their usual routines. Some prepared for upcoming missions, others trained, and a few simply enjoyed whatever free time they had before their next assignment.

For Jujutsu High, it was an ordinary morning. Whether it stayed that way was another matter.

Tokyo, 2018.

Jujutsu society had its schools, its regulations, and its higher-ups. Sorcerers were expected to follow orders, eliminate curses, and keep the supernatural world hidden from ordinary civilians.

Not everyone agreed with those expectations.

Outside the authority of Jujutsu Headquarters existed an entirely different side of the supernatural world. Independent sorcerers, mercenaries, criminals, underground brokers, and curse users operated according to their own interests. Some simply wished to live without interference from the higher-ups. Others used their abilities to acquire money, influence, or whatever else ordinary society denied them.

In certain circles, cursed tools could be bought and sold, information about sorcerers carried a price, and a sufficiently powerful Cursed Technique could make someone either a valuable ally or a dangerous target.

Deep within one of Tokyo's less respectable commercial districts, an old warehouse stood between several abandoned businesses. Its windows were dark, and nothing about the building suggested it was anything more than another property waiting to be demolished.

Inside, however, an underground gathering was underway.

A handful of individuals occupied the main floor, some examining cursed tools displayed on folding tables while others discussed work that the average jujutsu sorcerer would never willingly accept. A broker in a dark coat sat behind a desk, counting a stack of bills.

"That's the third time someone's tried selling me a fake this month," she muttered, setting the money aside.

Across the room, a man with a scar running down his cheek examined a wrapped weapon.

"Word is, Headquarters has been asking questions about the people coming through here."

A nearby customer laughed.

"Since when haven't they?"

"Difference is, they're actually sending people this time."

The conversations continued, interrupted occasionally by new arrivals and the sound of heavy footsteps approaching from outside.

In Tokyo's underground jujutsu world, opportunities rarely came without risks. Even a seemingly ordinary exchange could involve someone far more dangerous than they first appeared.

Japan, following the defeat of Ryomen Sukuna.

The battles that had devastated Shibuya, the Culling Game colonies, and Shinjuku were finally over. Kenjaku's plans had been stopped, Sukuna had been defeated, and the surviving sorcerers were left to deal with everything that had happened.

The world of jujutsu had changed considerably.

Satoru Gojo was gone, along with many others who had given their lives during the conflict. The old leadership had lost much of its influence, the Zenin Clan had collapsed, and the next generation of sorcerers now faced the responsibility of determining what their society would become.

Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki had survived. So had Yuta Okkotsu, Maki Zenin, Panda, Toge Inumaki, and numerous others.

Their lives, however, had not simply returned to how things were before.

There were people to mourn, injuries to recover from, relationships to rebuild, and countless questions about the future that nobody had easy answers for.

More importantly, curses hadn't disappeared.

In a quieter district of Tokyo, a small group of civilians had gathered outside an apartment building. Police tape surrounded the entrance, and two officers were questioning the building's manager about a series of strange disturbances reported over the past week.

A few streets away, an assistant manager from Jujutsu High spoke into a phone.

"Another suspected curse-related incident. Nothing particularly serious from the preliminary reports, but we'll need someone to investigate."

The manager listened briefly to the response before nodding.

"Understood. I'll arrange it."

There was no enormous battle waiting to decide the fate of Japan, no King of Curses threatening the world, and no ancient mastermind orchestrating another thousand-year plan.

For the moment, there was simply life.

Some sorcerers continued working, others sought to rebuild what they had lost, and countless people throughout Japan carried on without ever knowing how close their world had come to disaster.

Whatever came next would belong to those still living in it.

Japan, November 2018. Several days had passed since the Shibuya Incident, yet the consequences of that night were far from over. Satoru Gojo remained sealed within the Prison Realm, countless sorcerers and civilians had lost their lives, and the higher-ups of Jujutsu Society had begun making decisions that would have been unthinkable while the strongest sorcerer was still around.

But something far greater was already unfolding.

Across Japan, enormous barriers had appeared, separating entire sections of the country into what were now known as Culling Game Colonies. Within these barriers, sorcerers were forced to participate in a deadly ritual orchestrated by Kenjaku. Some were ordinary people whose Cursed Techniques had only recently awakened, while others were ancient sorcerers who had returned to life through vessels prepared centuries beforehand.

The rules were relatively simple, although their consequences were anything but. Players earned points by killing others, accumulated points could be exchanged for new rules, and refusing to participate after being marked could eventually result in death through Cursed Technique Removal.

Outside one of Tokyo's colonies, the streets had become unusually quiet. Abandoned vehicles lined the roads, several businesses had been left unattended, and notices warning civilians to avoid the area had been posted throughout the surrounding districts.

Beyond the barrier, things were considerably worse.

A man staggered out from behind a damaged apartment building, clutching his bloodied shoulder as he desperately searched for somewhere to hide. Floating beside him was a small shikigami with an almost cheerful appearance, entirely unfazed by his condition.

"Player status updated!" the creature announced.

"SHUT UP!" the man snapped, pressing himself against a wall.

Somewhere several streets away, an explosion shook the surrounding buildings. The man flinched, looking toward the sound before disappearing into a narrow alleyway.

Meanwhile, throughout Japan, other players were experiencing their own struggles. Some had already accumulated dozens of points, others were desperately searching for allies, and a few powerful individuals seemed far more interested in finding worthy opponents than surviving the Game itself.

Yuji Itadori and his allies were preparing to enter the colonies, searching for a way to save Tsumiki Fushiguro and release Satoru Gojo. Elsewhere, ancient sorcerers were beginning to make names for themselves, while Kenjaku continued preparations for a ritual whose true purpose remained unknown to most participants.

The Culling Game had begun, and its participants were already changing the course of Japan's jujutsu world.

Throughout Japan's history, jujutsu has existed alongside ordinary human civilization, largely unnoticed by those incapable of perceiving it. Cursed Spirits emerge from humanity's negative emotions, while the sorcerers capable of confronting them have spent centuries developing techniques, establishing families, forming alliances, and occasionally turning against one another.

Some of the greatest conflicts in jujutsu history occurred long before the modern world existed. The Nara Period saw the early development of religious teachings associated with jujutsu, the Heian Era became remembered as its Golden Age, and powerful sorcerers continued to shape the supernatural world throughout the centuries that followed.

Even in modern Japan, beneath the seemingly ordinary lives of millions, an entirely different society continues to operate. Jujutsu High trains new generations of sorcerers, powerful families maintain their inherited traditions, and countless individuals pursue their own interests outside the authority of the higher-ups.

Yet history has never revolved around a single person.

For every famous sorcerer whose name survived the centuries, there were countless others whose lives and accomplishments were never recorded. Some became heroes, others were remembered as monsters, and many simply lived according to their own beliefs without ever becoming involved in the conflicts that shaped their era.

Not every story begins with a terrible curse, a mission from Jujutsu High, or an encounter with someone important. Sometimes it begins with an ordinary morning, a conversation between friends, a journey somewhere unfamiliar, or an event that nobody could have anticipated.

The world of Jujutsu Kaisen is already filled with people, places, conflicts, and possibilities. Its history may provide a foundation, but the events that follow are not required to repeat what has already happened.

Some stories follow history. Others change it entirely.

And somewhere within that world, another story is about to unfold.