Genesis of an Era.

After thinking about it, dying didn't turn out to be as bad as I had expected. The thought of drowning, bleeding out or even being burned alive was painful, but all I remember is being shot in the head with a robbery gone wrong, and here I am.

When I was three in my second life, the memories of my past life began resurfacing. I had been reincarnated. I was ecstatic to have a second chance at life. Oh, how naïve I was back then.

It was weird that I didn't even know my birth parents in this life. I had lived a life with loving parents, but I did not dwell on it too much. What is the point of lamenting the loss of something you do not even know you have?

The orphanage, although not bad, could be improved. We were properly fed, had a roof over us and were not under funded. I did not have any friends as kids my age were still children and the older kids kept it to themselves. 

-Line Break-

It was my fourth birthday when I found out what type of world I had been reincarnated into. While walking home from the park, I heard a cry for help. The sound was coming out of an alleyway about 50 feet ahead of me. Even though I should have just minded my own business, I was too curious for my own good.

The alleyway was dark, too dark to be natural. The moment I stepped in, I could feel as if something was wrong. Describing it was difficult. It felt as though the negativity of the world had been forced into a single point and it wasn't far from the truth.

As I slowly started to back away from there, I couldn't help but feel as though something was looking at me. I looked up to see some kind of monster looking at me. It had multiple hands, no legs. It was green and had three eyes.

It smiled looking at me and jumped towards me with a velocity too fast to physically be possible. In a moment of panic, I thrust my hand forward and suddenly it happened. I could feel something inside me click and the next second the monster was cut, no it was cleaved in half.

Panicking, I ran back to the orphanage as fast as my feet could take me. It would be later that night that I realised that I was running a bit too fast for someone my age. I reached the orphanage and ran into the bathroom, locking it up. 

It took all I had in me to not panic. It took me five minutes to calm down and think like a grown adult rather than a kid. Thinking things through, the monster had looked a bit familiar and I could also feel some sort of energy inside me. It felt quite similar to that monster. Similar in the sense that it was also negative, but different in the fact that it felt as if the energy I had was natural, unlike that monster which felt as if it was wrong, wrong in the sense it felt like it was unnatural to the state of the world.

That is when everything clicked. Monsters that look horrific, negative energy and the fact that I had never heard anyone in the orphanage talk about these monsters. I had been reincarnated into an anime, Jujutsu Kaisen, to be exact. It made sense. Normal people can't see curses. The negative energy was cursed energy, and that thing was a curse.

The moment I realised that I had been reborn into JJK, I started to panic again. This world was one of the worst to be reincarnated into. Plans made by a thousand year old sorcerers to the fact that the revival of Sukuna is imminent and the worst part is I have been reborn into the centre of it all. An orphanage in Shibuya, the same place where the strongest sorcerer of the modern era will be sealed, where the king of all curses will fight against the strongest shikigami, a place where the disaster curses will all die and the place where the culling games will start.

But at the same time, I was excited. Excited because I had the ability to manipulate cursed energy. What felt odd to me was I already knew my cursed technique. It was like it was instinctively coded into my DNA. What derailed me off the tracks was that my technique was the exact same as the strongest sorcerer of all time. I had Cleave and Dismantle.

While it might not sound much, it was one of the strongest techniques once honed. The fact that I was born in 2000 and the plot would start in 2018, I had about fourteen years to become someone who could go blow for blow with Sukuna. Everything was perfect. I had the same technique as Sukuna, meaning that there is a high chance that I am a descendant of his. That or I was a project of Kenjaku, a backup vessel in case Itadori does not pan out.

But fuck that, I have this ability and the fact that I already have a goal. Now all I have to do is reach it. And no one, not even Kenjaku, will stand in the way of my goal. That being to fight, to fight against the strongest sorcerer of all time, Sukuna. But not only that, I will not only fight him. Nah, I'd win.