Chapter 1

Reluctantly, I stirred to the gentle glow of morning light filtering through the window. A slight tug at my bedsheet prompted me to peel open my heavy eyelids, seeking the source of disturbance.

"Gojo, it's time to wake up," a feminine voice beckoned, accompanied by the soft patter of footsteps nearing my bedside.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, mustering a drowsy greeting. "Good morning, okaasan," I mumbled as my mother laid out a light blue yukata on the edge of the bed, offering a warm smile before exiting the room.

Left to my own devices, I took the opportunity to reflect on the life I had thus far in this unfamiliar world, knowing I needed to dress and face the day ahead.

Gojo. That was the name bestowed upon me from the moment I entered this world. And yes, you've guessed it right—it's exactly what you're thinking. Somehow, I found myself reincarnated as Gojo Satoru, the most powerful sorcerer of the modern era.

Originally, I was really hyped by that realization since that meant I could do a lot of really cool stuff, maybe even use my knowledge of the manga to prevent certain events from happening.

But this idea got immediately shot down by the simple fact that this wasn't the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. I can vouch for that much. Not only was there an obvious absence of cursed energy lingering in the air, but the only energy I could see floating around in this world was mana.

As if that wasn't disorienting enough, I soon discovered that I hadn't just been reborn into an unfamiliar world, but I wasn't even born into a human village.

Despite outwardly resembling a human, I was, in fact, an oni—a member of a demi-human species endowed with physical attributes far surpassing those of ordinary creatures.

So, let me give you a quick recap. Not only was I inherently superhuman, I also benefited from the Six Eyes, an absurd amount of cursed energy, the limitless cursed technique, and overwhelming talent.

I was pretty much a walking cheat code, and although I had only been born 8 years ago and had yet to obtain a mature body, I was confident that I could defeat pretty much anyone that came my way except for maybe one person, but let's put that on hold for now.

That being said, being super strong is cool and all, but what was I even supposed to do with that strength? Call it a lack of ambition if you want, but I wasn't really looking forward to much in this world.

I already had enough trouble finding a job that interested me back in my previous life, imagine how it is now that I live in a remote village with barely anything to do. I couldn't conceive a way to make my strength useful except for maybe becoming a knight in a random kingdom.

The only thing that seemed to spark the slightest bit of interest in me was to pursue arts. Why? because this world severely lacked forms of entertainment.

This wasn't even like in Naruto where they at least had TVs despite the fact it didn't make any sense for them to have access to that technology, I was basically just living in medieval times.

Or so I say, but truthfully this world clearly had influence from Japanese culture. A good proof of that would be the yukata I had just put on, and most of the constructions were blatantly based on Japanese architecture.

So rather than "medieval times", it was more akin to… The Heian era, maybe? Point being, this world painfully lacked the technological advantages of the modern era and left much to be desired when it came to finding sources of entertainment.

I shook those unnecessary thoughts away, exiting my room once I had finished getting dressed. As I descended the creaky wooden stairs, the aroma of freshly cooked breakfast wafted through the air, enticing my senses.

Following the scent, I found my way to the kitchen where my mother seemed to have just finished cooking for me.

"Good morning, Gojo," She greeted me with a smile as she noticed me entering the kitchen. "I've just finished preparing breakfast. Sit down, dear, and I'll serve you."

Grateful for my mother's kindness, I took a seat at the worn wooden table. She soon emerged, carrying a steaming bowl of rice, accompanied by pickled vegetables and grilled fish.

"Here you go, dear," my mother said warmly as she placed the bowl in front of me.

Without a moment's hesitation, I delved into the delicious breakfast spread, relishing every mouthful. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the loving upbringing provided by my doting parents.

Whether it was due to my innate talent in pretty much anything or simply the luck of inheriting Gojo's looks, I knew I was blessed. After all, who could deny that I was the most charming kid around?

But appearances aside, I embraced the simplicity of living completely dependent on my parents with open arms- Won't be able to do it anymore once I grow older.

As the day unfolded, I followed a familiar routine. After breakfast, I dutifully pitched in with household chores, lending a hand wherever needed. With my innate talents, it was almost effortless to assist my new family.

Then came my least favorite part of the day—practicing magic.

Now hold your horses! I can already see you wondering "In what world would someone dislike using magic?", and while I'd tend to agree with you, I simply found practicing magic to just be incredibly redundant.

The factor that makes this even possible are my six eyes. Not only did it help me understand and use cursed energy on an atomic level, but it also seemed to extend to mana as well.

As such, my concept of mana was far more advanced than any of the other onis living in the village. And since I could already perform magic on the Al level without incantations, I didn't consider the time I used to practice spells worthwhile.

Saitama was right, being overpowered is really boring, isn't it?

Once chores were done and my magical abilities sufficiently exercised, I set out to explore the village in my spare time.

Whether it was chatting with villagers, discovering hidden paths, or marveling at the beauty of nature, each moment was a treasure (or at least more interesting than anything else I had to do).

Finally, it was time for school—a routine I found both amusing and redundant. Despite being only eight-years-old, my knowledge already exceeded what we were taught, perks of having the mind of an adult.

Nevertheless, I still nodded along as the teacher imparted basic lessons that I had long since mastered.

You might think my life sounds unbearably dull, and in many ways, you'd be right. The monotony of my daily routine was undeniable, a never-ending cycle of chores, magic practice, village exploration, and mind-numbing classroom lectures. Yet, strangely enough, I couldn't help but enjoy it.

After all, you don't truly appreciate the mundane until it's gone. And besides, I reminded myself, there would be plenty of time for excitement and adventure as I grew older.

No friends? That's fine, I couldn't really bond with the kids in the village anyways. They thought I was hard to approach, and with the mental age gap, I found them to be hard to deal with.

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I know it might sound like I'm coping, but I swear that's not the case!

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In the heart of the oni village, were born twin sisters—unique anomalies in a society that prized strength above all else. Unlike their brethren, who typically bore two imposing horns upon their heads, these sisters were born with only a single horn each.

In oni customs, where power was revered above all, such a deviation was viewed as a mark of weakness—a blemish upon their lineage that demanded swift eradication.

According to tradition, the village's leader, wielding the authority to preserve the oni's dominance as the mightiest demi-human species, was obligated to enact this harsh decree upon their birth.

However, fate intervened in the form of a miraculous twist. The pink-haired sister, despite her singular horn, showed unparalleled prowess—a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy whose talent surpassed even the most seasoned warriors.

Her innate strength and talent were so extraordinary that whispers of her being the second coming of the oni god began to circulate among the villagers.

In the face of this unprecedented display of power, the head of the village hesitated. Despite the sisters' perceived weakness, the undeniable strength of the pink-haired prodigy swayed the executioner's hand, sparing them from their grim fate.

Eight years had passed since that fateful event, the oni community had nothing but praise for the pink-haired sister, as if they had completely forgotten that they had tried to kill her. Today, one of the twin sisters found herself consumed by conflicting emotions.

"He's standing all alone again…" Rem, with her striking blue hair and quiet demeanor, stared intently at one of the boys in her class.

Inevitably, her gaze fell upon Gojo, the enigmatic figure who stood out among their peers—a prodigious child, much like her sister.

However, despite all his talent, Gojo had never really interacted with anyone his age. 

"Maybe he doesn't know how to talk to others?" Rem thought to herself innocently.

But hesitation held her back. Rem was inherently shy, accustomed to observing from the sidelines rather than stepping into the spotlight.

The thought of approaching Gojo, of intruding upon his solitude, filled her with apprehension. What if he rejected her overture? What if she made a fool of herself?

Caught between her instinctive desire to extend a hand of friendship and her own insecurities, Rem grappled with her inner turmoil. A gentle voice cut through the tumult of her thoughts.

"Is something troubling you, Rem?" The voice asked with a gentle tone.

Rem turned her attention to the speaker. It was Ram, her twin sister, who seemed to have noticed the blue-haired oni's inner conflict.

"Onee-chan…" Rem murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Are you thinking of talking to him?" Ram inquired as she pointed at Gojo's direction, her tone laced with quiet encouragement. "If you want, I can go with you. It might be easier if we both approach him together."

Rem hesitated, torn between the comfort of her sister's support and her desire to assert her independence.

Though she cherished Ram's unwavering care, Rem couldn't shake the feeling of being overshadowed by her sister's extraordinary abilities.

"Onee-chan is incredible. She can accomplish so many things," Rem thought, a pang of insecurity gripping her heart. "How can I ever measure up if I can't even do this?"

Summoning her resolve, Rem forced a smile and shook her head. "No, thank you, Onee-chan. But I'll be fine," she replied, her voice steadier now as she declined her sister's offer.

Ram looked back in slight worry as Rem gathered all of her courage and took a step towards the lone child.

To be continued!

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That's it for the first (actual) chapter! I originally planned for it to be longer, but I really struggled coming up with ideas on what to write for the Oni village. The only two characters worth writing about in this part of the story are Ram and Rem, now that we've come to the part where Gojo can start interacting with them, the rest should (hopefully) be smooth sailing from there.

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Who am I kidding? It'll definitely be hard either way :(

Anyways! Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed the chapter, for what it was.