The city of Kurogawa was full of life—cars honking, people chatting, the constant hum of the urban world. But in the shadows, something darker existed. Beneath the surface of everyday life, curses waited.
Aeon Realmheart stood alone in a narrow alley, his white hair glowing faintly under the dim light of the setting sun. His ashen grey eyes were calm, watching the world as if everything around him was moving in slow motion. He didn't blink. He didn't move.
He was waiting.
The feeling crept up his spine like a cold breeze—the curse was near.
Aeon could feel it in the air, like a disturbance in the space around him. A ripple. A quiet tug on reality. It wasn't obvious to anyone else, but to him, it was clear. He had been trained to sense these things.
With a steady breath, he relaxed his shoulders. His mind focused, and the world around him seemed to slow, just a little. The sound of the city faded. Everything became quiet.
The curse appeared, but not in the way most people would expect. It wasn't a simple monster or a straightforward beast. Instead, it was a swirling mass of darkness, a shifting, twisted form of shadow and malice. It seemed to have no shape, only limbs that reached and moved, stretching unnaturally as if it could tear apart the space around it.
Aeon's eyes narrowed. He had seen countless curses like this. They were nothing new.
The creature lunged toward him, its limbs jagged and sharp, intent on ripping through his body. But Aeon didn't flinch. His eyes, still calm, seemed to see everything in slow motion.
Time bent. For Aeon, everything around him moved like syrup. The curse, mid-attack, was caught in the frozen moment. Its limbs were locked in place, trapped in time.
With a small movement, Aeon extended his hand. Cursed energy flowed from him—smooth, powerful, and controlled. The curse struggled, but it couldn't escape. It was caught in his grasp.
Without a second thought, Aeon's fingers closed into a fist. The cursed energy shot forward like a spear, slicing through the curse's body. It shattered into dark mist, disappearing before it could even touch the ground.
And just like that, the world returned to normal. The sounds of the city came rushing back. The wind picked up again. The moment was over.
Aeon stood still for a moment longer, his hand still hanging in the air as if waiting for something that would never come. His grey eyes scanned the space, looking for any other disturbances, but there were none.
Another curse defeated. Another moment of calm.
"Pathetic," Aeon muttered under his breath, shaking his head.
He lowered his hand, glancing at the space where the curse had been. There was nothing left but the faintest trace of cursed energy, slowly fading into the air. He could feel it vanish, like a passing memory.
Aeon didn't need to celebrate his victories. Defeating curses was a part of his life now—something that had become almost too easy. And he was good at it. He was always good at it.
As the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the alley, Aeon turned and began to walk away. His white hair caught the last of the sunlight, glowing softly as he moved.
The world around him was busy. People walking down the streets, unaware of the curses that roamed just out of sight. But for Aeon, it was all the same. It was all part of his routine.
He was the heir of the Realmheart clan, a clan with a long history of jujutsu sorcerers. They weren't the strongest clan, but they were skilled in their own way. And Aeon, well… he was different.
He wasn't like the others. Not even his clan truly understood him.
He had abilities that no one had ever seen before—powers that even his family couldn't explain. Time itself responded to him. He could bend it, stretch it, and twist it however he wanted. He could stop it. He could slow it down. And he had learned how to use it. But he wasn't sure why. Why could he do it? Why him? What made him different?
No one had the answers. Not even Aeon.
He shook his head, pushing the thoughts aside. The questions would come later. For now, there were more curses to deal with.
As he walked deeper into the city, the evening began to darken. The streets were quieter now, the world slowly settling into night. But Aeon remained on edge. He could feel it—the energy of curses growing, as if they were gathering.
There would be more.
But for now, he walked alone, his grey eyes focused ahead. Waiting. Because the next fight was always just around the corner.
================================
Hey everyone, author here I know many of you have questions,such as, who is Aeon?Can he truly control time?Isn't that too op?etc
Yes,I know it sounds op.It is.But of course that's not at the start of the story.Even if I think he's power is too op,I'll just make his challenges and antagonists more harder and powerful,so don't worry , keep reading and supporting me 😉you can support me by doing many things such as|Adding this book to your library,giving me power stones and if you don't have any or you can't.Just leave a review of how it's looking.Is the story promising?Or should I improve.Anyway I'll try my best, so bear with me homies✌️