Chapter 1: Finally[Re-write]x2

``Part 1: Kaito's Reflection``

Kaito woke with the first rays of dawn, the golden light filtering through his window casting a warm glow across his room. His eyes opened, revealing a determined gaze that spoke of the resolve burning within him. Rising from his bed, Kaito stood tall, his six-foot-two frame a testament to the strength and discipline he had cultivated over the years.

Staring into the mirror, Kaito assessed his reflection with a critical eye. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, honed to perfection through years of relentless training. "Looking good," he murmured to himself, a hint of satisfaction tugging at the corners of his lips. But beneath the veneer of confidence lurked a deeper desire—a hunger for power that drove him ever forward.

As Kaito stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over his body, he let his mind wander to the trials that had shaped him into the man he was today. From the tender age of six, he had immersed himself in the world of martial arts, driven by a burning desire to become the strongest fighter the world had ever seen. Now, at eighteen, he stood on the cusp of greatness, yet he knew that his journey was far from over.

**Part 2: The Training Regimen**

After a quick breakfast, Kaito set out for another day of school, his mind already consumed by thoughts of the training that awaited him. But as the day wore on and the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes, Kaito wasted no time in returning home to resume his training.

His house, once a humble abode, had been transformed into a veritable fortress of strength and determination. Weights and training equipment littered every corner, a testament to Kaito's unwavering commitment to his craft.

With single-minded focus, Kaito threw himself into his training regimen, pushing his body to its limits in pursuit of perfection. He ran laps around his backyard, his muscles burning with exertion, before moving on to more rigorous exercises designed to test his strength and agility.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, Kaito found himself alone in the park, a solitary figure silhouetted against the fading light. It was here, in the quiet solitude of the evening, that his true training began. With every punch and kick, every moment of exertion, kaito pushed himself further than he had ever gone before, driven by a relentless determination to become the strongest fighter the world had ever known.

**Part 3: Confrontation with Authority**

But as Kaito's training reached its peak, so too did his frustrations. Anger simmered beneath the surface of his calm exterior, a potent brew of frustration and resentment that threatened to boil over at any moment.

"Why?" he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with bitterness. "Why am I born like this? Why in this world, where I can't do anything?"

(Time 1 am)

His fists clenched in frustration, Kaito struck out at the bench he was sitting on, the metal groaning in protest as it buckled beneath the force of his blows.

Suddenly, the harsh glare of a flashlight pierced the darkness, accompanied by the stern voice of a 2 police officer. "What are you doing out here at this hour, kid? You're lucky I didn't see you destroy that bench!"

Kaito's eyes narrowed, his anger boiling over as he faced off against the officer. In a flash of movement, he lashed out, striking the officer with a powerful blow that sent him reeling to the ground. Blood streamed from the officer's nose, staining the ground crimson as he struggled to regain his bearings.

"Shut the fuck up," Kaito growled, his voice low and dangerous.

As the first officer recoiled in shock from the sudden onslaught, Kaito seized the opportunity with ruthless efficiency. With a swift and calculated movement, he closed the distance between them, his hand moving with lightning speed to grip the officer's wrist in a vice-like grip.

With a savage twist, Kaito felt the satisfying snap of bone beneath his fingers, a sickening sound that echoed in the night air. The officer cried out in agony, his face contorted in a mask of pain as he crumpled to the ground, his weapon falling from his grasp.

But Kaito had no intention of showing mercy. With a cold determination burning in his eyes, he advanced on the second officer, who stood frozen in shock at the sudden turn of events.

Without a word, Kaito launched himself at the officer, his fists a blur of motion as he rained down blow after merciless blow. Each strike landed with bone-crushing force, the sickening sound of impact mingling with the officer's anguished cries.

Blood spattered the ground in crimson arcs as Kaito unleashed his fury upon his helpless victim, his blows relentless and unforgiving. Again and again, he struck with unbridled savagery, until the officer's face was a pulpy mess, unrecognizable beneath the onslaught of violence.

With a final, brutal strike, Kaito felt the resistance leave the officer's body, his last breath escaping in a ragged gasp. And as the life faded from his eyes, Kaito felt a thrill of satisfaction course through him—a dark and primal joy that sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.

For in that moment, Kaito knew that he was truly alive—that he was more than just a mere mortal bound by the constraints of society. He was a force of nature, a harbinger of chaos and destruction, and he would stop at nothing to assert his dominance over the world.

**Part 4: Reflection**

As the dust settled, Kaito surveyed the aftermath of his actions with a mixture of horror and exhilaration. His hands were stained with blood, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to comprehend the enormity of what he had done.

Sinking down onto the bench, Kaito stared up at the moon overhead, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "Why am I born in this wrong planet?" he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm not supposed to be here. I want to go to the world of anime, like those mangas and anime..."

In the quiet of the night, Kaito's thoughts turned to Toji Fushiguro, a figure from Anime who had embodied strength and resilience in the face of adversity. The memory of Toji's untimely demise at the hands of Gojo Satoru stirred something

**Part 5: Desire for Power**

Deep within Kaito's soul, a primal desire for power smoldered like a dormant flame, waiting to be reignited. Memories of Toji Fushiguro, the epitome of strength despite lacking cursed energy, flooded his mind. Toji's unwavering determination and raw power had left an indelible mark on Mato's psyche, serving as a constant reminder of what he aspired to become.

With a heavy heart, Kaito reflected on the unfairness of his circumstances. Born into a world where strength was measured by cursed energy, he found himself at a disadvantage, his potential stifled by the limitations of his own biology. But beneath the veneer of resignation lay a simmering rage, a defiance that refused to be extinguished.

His thoughts turned to Sukuna, the embodiment of power and dominance. The mere mention of Sukuna's name sent shivers down everyone spine, igniting a fierce longing within him. He yearned to possess the same unfathomable strength, to command fear and respect with every breath.

**Part 6: The Awakening**

Suddenly, a gunshot shattered the stillness of the night, jolting Kaito from his reverie. His senses sharpened, every nerve on edge as he scanned the darkness for signs of danger. Then, without warning, pain seared through his body as a bullet tore through his flesh, lodging itself in his back.

As instinct took over, a primal fury surged within Kaito, fueling his every movement with a dark and unrelenting force. With a snarl of pure rage, he spun around to face the police officer who had dared to defy him, his eyes ablaze with a fierce intensity that seemed to pierce the very soul of his adversary.

"You dare to defy me?" Kaito's voice was a low, guttural growl, dripping with venomous malice. Each word carried the weight of his anger, a promise of swift and merciless retribution.

The officer recoiled in terror, his face contorted in a mask of fear as he realized the gravity of his mistake. But before he could so much as utter a word of apology, Kaito was upon him, moving with the speed and precision of a predator closing in on its prey.

With a single, devastating blow, Kaito's fist connected with the officer's jaw, the sickening sound of bone shattering echoing through the night air. The officer's eyes rolled back in his head as he crumpled to the ground, his body convulsing in agony as blood poured from his shattered mouth.

But Kaito was not finished. No, he was only just getting started. With a savage roar, he descended upon the fallen officer, his fists raining down upon him with merciless brutality. Each blow landed with bone-crushing force, the sickening crunch of breaking bones drowned out by the officer's agonized screams.

Blood sprayed from the officer's mangled form, painting the ground in a grotesque mosaic of crimson and gore. But Kaito felt no remorse, no pity for his helpless victim. Instead, he reveled in the rush of power coursing through his veins, the intoxicating thrill of dominance and control.

For in that moment, as he stood over the broken and bloodied body of his enemy, Kaito knew that he was truly alive—that he was more than just a mere mortal bound by the constraints of society. He was a force of nature, a harbinger of chaos and destruction, and he would stop at nothing to assert his dominance over the world.

But as the adrenaline faded and reality set in, Kaito felt no hint of remorse or guilt. Instead, a cold sense of satisfaction settled over him like a shroud, numbing him to the horrors of his own actions. He had become a monster—a predator driven by primal instincts and an insatiable thirst for power.

With a callous indifference, Kaito surveyed the scene before him, his eyes devoid of any shred of pity or remorse. The fallen officers lay broken and bloodied at his feet, their lives snuffed out in a moment of brutal violence. But Kaito felt no twinge of compassion for their suffering. To him, they were nothing more than obstacles to be removed, impediments to his own ascent to greatness.

With a disdainful snort, Kaito turned away from the carnage, his soul untouched by the weight of his actions. "Forgive me," he murmured to the night, his voice devoid of any hint of sincerity. "But I have no regrets. I am what I am—a creature of darkness, fueled by my own desires and ambitions."

And then, as if in response to his plea, a voice echoed in the depths of his mind—a whisper of darkness that promised salvation. "Your wish has been granted," it murmured, a siren song luring him into the abyss. "Go on, show me what you can do."

With a sense of inevitability, kaito reached out, his fingers brushing against something cold and metallic. And then, in a flash of light, he was consumed by darkness, his consciousness slipping away as he surrendered to the embrace of the unknown.

When he awoke, Kaito found himself in a realm of shadows and whispers, a place untouched by the laws of the mortal world. It was here that he discovered the truth of his existence—a truth that filled him with both dread and exhilaration.

For he was no longer Kaito, the ordinary boy bound by the chains of his own mortality. He was something more, something darker and infinitely more powerful. He was Sukuna, the King of Curses, reborn into a world ripe for conquest.

And as Kaito embraced his newfound identity, a wicked smile played across his lips, a harbinger of the darkness that lay ahead. For he knew that his journey was far from over—that the true test of his strength had only just begun.

**Part 7:Just the beginning**

As Kaito found himself surrounded by the eerie expanse of the domain, his senses heightened to a razor-sharp clarity. Blood stained the ground beneath his feet, a grim testament to the violence that had unfolded within this cursed realm. Yet amidst the chaos, Kaito felt a sense of exhilaration coursing through his veins—a primal thrill at the prospect of wielding power beyond mortal comprehension.

With each passing moment, Kaito became acutely aware of the twenty fingers that bound him to this cursed existence. They pulsed with a malevolent energy, their very essence suffused with the dark power of curses. And as Kaito embraced his newfound identity as Sukuna, the King of Curses, he felt a surge of satisfaction wash over him—a sense of fulfillment that transcended mortal understanding.

But as the years slipped by, Kaito found himself grappling with the limitations of his newfound power. Though the curses consumed his fingers with relentless ferocity, he remained unable to exert control over their chaotic energies. It was a frustrating realization, a bitter reminder of the vast gulf that separated him from his ultimate goal.

With a heavy heart, Kaito pondered the implications of his plight. Would he be condemned to remain a mere vessel for the cursed spirits that dwelled within him? Or was there a path forward, a way to seize control of his destiny and emerge triumphant against all odds?

As he honed his skills through endless hours of training, Kaito felt a glimmer of hope flicker within him. With each wave of his hand, each whispered incantation, he felt himself drawing closer to the pinnacle of his power. The thought of wielding his cursed energy with absolute mastery filled him with a sense of anticipation—a hunger for the darkness that lay ahead.

And so, with unwavering determination, Kaito continued to train, his mind focused on the singular goal that drove him ever forward. For he knew that his journey was far from over—that the trials and tribulations that lay ahead would test him in ways he could scarcely imagine. But he was ready, more than ready, to embrace the darkness and emerge victorious, no matter the cost.

To be continued...