2 Birth

So dark... I can't see, hear, or smell anything like I did not have any eyes, ears, or nose. I tried to stretch my legs, but they kept hitting a strange membraneous sac. My entire body was covered in a strange liquid substance, most likely mucus.

It didn't take a genius to know where I was. I was not born yet, still in the mother's womb. Based on the fact that I had arms and legs as well as a physical body, its most likely only a matter of days... god I hope its days. Its surreal being in this endless darkness, not being able to move or do anything. There's a reason why solitary confinement was a much worse punishment then simple jail time.

[3rd person POV]

In a small room, one could hear the screams of a woman as her hands are being held by a man who was trying to . There were nurses walking around the room, and one could see a doctor signaling the woman to keep pushing.

The man had jet black hair, black eyes and a lean, muscular build. He had soft features on his face making him look like an idol. The man was Akira Watanabe, he was a singer in a famous band in Japan. Currently, he was trying to comfort his wife who was about to give birth to their third child.

The woman also had black hair and black eyes. Her face was covered with sweat and wrinkles due to the obvious stress of having to give birth, however one could still tell that she was a beautiful woman by looking at her sharp eyes. Currently, she was swearing to kingdom come and hoping that they do not have another child.

"Push! Keep pushing! I can see the head, you're almost there", assured the doctor. The woman continued to scream and push, until finally another scream joined in on the fray finally calming the woman down.

[1st person POV]

It hurts! Everything hurts! I was getting sucked out of the membraneous face through a small hole. My head was in first, and it felt like something was crushing it. I had a massive headache as I attempted to escape from the death grips of the contractions. No wonder babies don't have consciousness, being born is a traumatic experience that no one should have to experience.

Finally, after a few seconds of torture I was free, I felt my entire body freed from my gelatinous cage. I was free to move my limbs around, and make noises. After living in that cursed place for so long, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. To let the world know that I was here.

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(4 years later)

It has been 4 years since I was born, and my mind has repressed the memories of being born. Good riddance, or I would have had nightmares.

I was the youngest of three children. My older brother was ten years old, while my sister was 8 years old.

My dad was a singer for a famous Japanese band while my mother was a retired model so not only did they have the looks, but also the money. We lived in Tokyo, Japan which is where Tokyo Jujutsu high was located. That definitely made things easy.

My parents did not seem to be jujutsu sorcerers. They looked like normal humans, granted I can't really sense any cursed energy thanks to my heavenly restriction so take that with a grain of salt. Still the fact that my parents and siblings constantly coddled me and played with me, meant that I was definitely not part of one of the major clans in Jujutsu Kaisen.

That was a both a bad and good thing. First off I won't be ostracized and tortured for not having cursed energy, but second how the hell am I supposed to explain to my family I wanted to be a sorcerer that uses the negative emotions of humanity to fight against invisible spirits borne from the negative emotions.

Whatever, that was going to be a problem for future me. For now I'll just continue to act like a baby and enjoy this new second chance of life, cause trust me the next decade is going to be insane.