Reborn in Jujutsu Kaisen as Naoya Zenin: My Full Potential
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A man from Earth transmigrates into the body of a 4-year-old Naoya Zenin, finding himself in a world of curses, sorcery, and dangerous clan politics. With knowledge of the future and the powerful Projection Sorcery, he must find a way to survive and grow stronger in the Zenin clan. But in a world where monsters like Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna exist, can he really rise to the top with just ambition and intelligence? As Naoya watches the fight between Gojo and Sukuna unfold, something unexpected happens—Sukuna suddenly lands two Black Flashes after their fifth Domain clash instead of gojo, turning the battle upside down. A small smirk appears on Naoya’s lips as he mutters, “This might be bad, no?” The future he thought he knew is starting to change, and for the first time, he wonders if his foresight will really be enough to survive what’s coming. ps:I don't own jujutsu kaisen, obviously, nor do i own anything else mentioned or referenced except for my OC's. (As this is an alternate universe (AU), expect some changes)
Beneath the sprawling branches of an ancient tree in the Zenin estate, a young boy sat in quiet contemplation. Noah—now Naoya—scratched his head, still adjusting to the reality of having transmigrated into this four-year-old body just two days ago.
"Ugh… At least I didn't get transmigrated into some random person," Naoya muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "Imagine ending up in this world without knowing it's Jujutsu Kaisen and getting killed by a curse before even figuring out what's going on." The thought sent a shiver down his spine, but he quickly brushed it off. He was here now, and he had to make the most of it.
His past life hadn't been anything extraordinary. Born into a wealthy family as a second-generation heir, he had attended elite schools, lived comfortably, and followed the predictable path laid out for him. It was a life devoid of excitement—a typical existence that now felt like a distant dream. But here, in this world of curses and sorcery, he had a chance to be something more.
"I'm the same age as Gojo Satoru, huh?" Naoya muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and awe. Gojo Satoru—the man who would one day become the strongest sorcerer of the modern era. The thought alone was enough to make Naoya's chest tighten.
"If only I'd been transmigrated into Gojo's body instead..." he cursed, letting out a heavy sigh. The idea was tempting, almost intoxicating. To wake up in the body of someone so inherently powerful, someone who could reshape the world with a flick of his wrist—it would have been a dream come true.
Young Master, the clan head is calling for you," a voice interrupted, cutting through Naoya's thoughts. He blinked, pulled back to reality, and turned to see a servant bowing respectfully. With a nod, he rose to his feet, brushing off the grass that clung to his clothes.
At just four years old, Naoya had already awakened his cursed technique—an achievement that sent waves through the Zenin clan. It happened a month ago, on the very day he turned four. When Naobito, the clan head, found out that Naoya had inherited Projection Sorcery, one of the Zenin clan's most powerful techniques, his usually unreadable expression wavered for a moment, revealing a flicker of pride.
Naoya made his way to the main hall, his small footsteps echoing softly against the polished wooden floors. The Zenin estate was vast and imposing, a reflection of the clan's power and prestige. As he approached the sliding doors, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead.
The doors slid open, revealing Naobito seated at the head of the room, a cup of sake in hand. He barely glanced at Naoya before taking a slow sip, exuding an air of absolute authority. Then, his sharp eyes locked onto him, scrutinizing him like a merchant appraising cheap goods.
"Tch." Naobito clicked his tongue, setting his cup down with an audible clink. "So, some of you brats have finally inherited Projection Sorcery. Took you long enough."
Naoya felt a flicker of irritation at the condescending tone. Yeah, yeah, old man, I just got here. How about cutting me some slack? Still, he maintained a respectful posture, his face impassive.
"It means I have the potential to become one of the strongest in the clan," he said steadily. He wasn't some naive brat who'd crumble under a little pressure.
Naobito let out a dry chuckle. "Potential?" He leaned forward slightly, the scent of sake lingering in the air. "That's what weaklings tell themselves before they get crushed." His smirk deepened, cold and sharp. "The Zenin clan doesn't care about 'potential.' Either you're strong, or you're worthless. You think some half-baked awakening means anything?"
Naoya fought the urge to roll his eyes. Classic arrogant old man move—dismiss first, acknowledge later—a tactic he'd seen a thousand times in anime. But he knew how this world worked. Strength dictated everything. He had no intention of playing the obedient heir forever, but for now, he'd play along.
"I understand," he said smoothly, dipping his head just enough to appear respectful without looking weak.
Naobito exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. "Hmph. We'll see." He leaned back lazily, lifting his cup once more. "If you want to be more than just another disposable brat, then prove it. Otherwise, don't waste my time."
Naoya remained still, but inside, he smirked. Oh, don't worry, old man. I'll prove it. And when I do, you'll be the first to realize you underestimated me.
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