1 The beginning

I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, and wondering what to do with my life. My name is Akiyama Kazuya, and I'm 16 years old. I'm currently living at an abandoned part of Shibuya. I'm a lazybum, and I'm proud of it. I don't have any goals, ambitions, or passions. I just like to enjoy my carefree life without any worries or troubles. Well, that's what I used to think, until the universe decided to screw me over in more ways than one.

I heard some screams outside, and I turned my head to look at the window. I saw a deformed monster, with tentacles, teeth, and eyes all over its body, falling from the sky. It was heading straight towards me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Why do they always show up when its friday?

I'm not a normal human. I'm a reincarnate soul from another world. I died of heart failure; nothing tragic. For me, at least. Before I died, I made a wish. I wanted to have a second life with zero problems. Just a peaceful and easy existence. Well, someone must have heard me, because I got my wish. Sort of.

I was reborn in this world, where curses and jujutsu sorcerers exist. Here's a quick rundown: Curses are manifestations of negative emotions, and they can harm or kill people. Jujutsu sorcerers are those who can use cursed energy to fight them. And I'm one of them.

I have a unique ability. I can summon/create up to 10 shikigami, which are spirits that serve me and obey my commands. They can take various forms, such as animals, weapons, or objects. They are very powerful, and they can deal with any curse that comes my way. I could even fuse with them and use their abilities. Sounds cool, right?

The problem is that I don't have much control over my Shikigami. Each has a personality, and some of them take my orders literally. Like Hakumen, the king of ops. He's like a samurai with a dragon motif. He's very explosive and always somehow manages to summon himself without me. This is why I prefer to fuse with them over just letting them be. The other flaw is that unless someone destroys one of my 10 shikigamis, I can't make another one. So far, I made four Shikigamis. A healer, a long range, Hakumen, a close-mid range, and finally a shikigami that is basically anti-curse energy and anti-curse techniques, which was the hardest one to get around.

And that's not all. Because of my ability, I attract curses like a magnet. They sense my presence, and they come to attack me. To them, I am similar to Sukuna's finger, if they manage to eat me, they'll gain a massive boost. And I have to deal with them every single day. It's exhausting.

So, my new life is not without problems. There are a lot of problems. I feel like I was scammed. Actually, I was scammed. And I hate it.

I looked at the monster again, and I counted down from five to one. Right on time, it smashed through my window and landed on my bed. "I just fixed my bed yesterday!" I yelled at the monster. It roared and tried to bite me, but I dodged it easily, falling off my bed. I got up and walked to the kitchen, ignoring the mess.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a decent mattress in this city?"

The monster didn't seem to care. It followed me to the kitchen and tried to grab me with its tentacles. I avoided them and opened the cupboard. I took out some instant coffee, milk, and sugar. I put them on the counter, and I turned on the kettle.

This is why I'm living on an abandoned street in Shibuya, I can't get civilians involved so its safe for me to live here but at the same time, its a spawn area for weak curse spirits.

"I swear, this is the fifth time I have had to fix my room this month," I muttered to myself. "Why can't you guys leave me alone? Don't you have anything better to do?"

The monster roared again, and I snapped.

"Shut up, freak!" I shouted. "You're giving me a headache!"

As soon as I said that, I accidentally used one of my shikigamis and the monster exploded into a puddle of purple blood. It splashed all over the floor, the walls, and the ceiling. I sighed and shook my head.

"Great. Now I have to clean this up later," I said. "This is why I can't have nice things."

I finished making my coffee latte, and I took a sip. It was bitter and lukewarm. Just like my life.

I heard a knock on the window, and I frowned. I knew who it was. It was Gojo. Satoru Gojo is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the world. He's also my teacher and my guardian. He's the one who found me and took me under his wing after I crashed into his house when I first arrived. Let me just say I'm the first person to ever land a serious blow on Gojo by accident. My condolences to the future Satorus resting in that man's balls. It's not my fault I landed feet first.

Where was I? Oh yeah. He's also the one who annoys me the most.

He's always smiling, joking, and showing off. The bastard kept dragging me into trouble. He always breaks in and "invite" me to go on missions, or as he calls them, adventures. He's also the worst teacher ever! Seriously, the man can't explain it to me whenever he teaches about curse energy. I need English, damn it, stop talking like it's freaking math!

I also end up as his punching bag whenever it's a spar. Don't get me wrong, it did wonders for me, but was it necessary to hang me upside down when I accidentally broke his 300,000 JPY worth of blue shades on a spar? And because of him, I was able to figure out how to make Shikigami after meeting Yuta and Megumi. I also met Maki, and I can't be the only one who's thinking of getting a chance of AT LEAST trying to get her as a girlfriend. I just need to put in the work.

But even because of that, it doesn't mean I can respect him. I'm kinda with Nanami on how I see Gojo.

"Go away, Gojo!" I yelled, without looking. "I'm not in the mood for your crap!"

I heard more knocks, and I got angry.

"I mean it, Gojo! If you knock one more time, I'm going to skin you alive!" I threatened.

There was a minute of silence, and I thought he left. I was wrong.

I heard another knock, this time from the door and finally, I lost my temper. "THAT DOES IT!" I slammed my mug on the counter and marched to the door. I was thinking of all the ways I was going to make him pay.

"Gojo, you better have a good reason for this, or I'll-" I stopped, as I opened the door.

There was no one there.

I looked left and right, and I saw nothing. No one in the hallway, no one in the stairs, no one in the elevator. Just an empty building.

"Stupid kids," I muttered, and slammed the door.

I turned around, and I saw him. Gojo. He was sitting on my couch, with his legs crossed, and his hands behind his head. He was wearing his usual outfit, a black coat, a white shirt, and blue jeans. He also had his signature blindfold, covering his eyes. He was smiling, as always.

"Hey, Kazu-chan! Long time no see!" He greeted me cheerfully.

I didn't greet him back. I was too furious. I raised my hands, and formed a ball with them. I yelled out loud.

"With this treasure, I summon the king of ops! The white dragon, divider of heaven, HAKUMEN TOJI!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you serious!?" I heard Gojo gasp, and I didn't answer. I just smiled, as I heard a loud roar followed by Gojo releasing a panicked Purple.

The next thing I knew, the apartment building exploded, and I was flying in the air while looking down, and watching Hakumen, emerging from the rubble. He was attacking Gojo. Gojo was dodging, and fighting back. He was also cursing, and yelling at me to call off Hakumen.

Did I mention that Hakumen looks like a bit of Toji in samurai-dragon armor with a curse technique revolving around the concept of cutting and severing? As in this shikigami, it can cut through anything time, space, even freaking reality like the stand from Jojo the hand.

I didn't care. I was very happy. I finally got my revenge for him stealing the pudding in my fridge and the sweets I stashed. I laughed, as I watched the scene. I felt a rush of adrenaline, and excitement. I felt alive.

Maybe this life wasn't so bad, after all.

Hours later, I was sitting in the office, next to Gojo, in front of Principal Yaga. He was reading some reports, and he looked very angry. I knew why. We had caused a lot of trouble, and he had to deal with it.

The Jujutsu headquarters found out about the whole fiasco, and got involved. They sent some reinforcements. They managed to stop the fight, and props to them for lasting five seconds against Hakumen, even though my shikigami was way more focused on beating the living hell out of Gojo. They then brought us here, to the office. They were not happy, and neither was Yaga. Especially Yaga.

"Property damage, mass mayhem, an entire construction site reduced to rubble," Yaga reads aloud, his voice growing more strained with each word. "And let's not forget the city-wide power outage."

He finished reading the reports, and he slammed them on the desk. He looked at us, and his veins were popping out. He lost his temper, and he yelled at us.

"You two are imbeciles!" He shouted. "What on earth were you thinking? Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused? How much damage you've done? How many people you've scared? It's a miracle, that not a single civilian was hurt or dead!"

Gojo smiled, and he answered him.

"Relax, sensei. It was just a student-teacher bonding moment. We were having some fun, and we got a little carried away. It's not a big deal. Besides, we didn't hurt anyone. We're not monsters, you know."

Yaga was not amused. He yelled at him again.

"Not a big deal? Not a big deal!? You almost leveled the city, over a cake and sweets! Are you insane? Don't answer that. I already know the answer. You're both insane!"

"Hey, it's not like anyone got hurt," Gojo says with a shrug, his tone as casual as if he's discussing the weather.

But Yaga isn't buying it. "You call this 'not getting hurt'? You two caused a catastrophe!"

I rolled my eyes, but I didn't say anything. I was not bothered, by the damages we caused. I didn't care, about the consequences since most of the buildings were abandoned. Except the construction site and the power outage.

I suppress a groan, knowing Gojo's nonchalant attitude only fuels Yaga's rage. "Well, like you said no one died, so I don't see the problem aside from the broken buildings." Gojo said calmly, trying to ease the tension.

Yaga's eyes narrow at me. "That's not the point, Gojo. You two are reckless, irresponsible—"

There were three knocks on the door, making all of us focus on it.

Yaga took a deep breath, and he calmed down. He asked for someone to come in, and it was Megumi Fushiguro, my fellow classmate. He was studying under Gojo, like me. He was a good guy and a good friend. He was also a good jujutsu sorcerer if he wasn't suicidal.

Who the hell summons a freaking Mahoraga over a cockroach curse!? Megumi, that's who. He had to knock him out with a frying pan when the dude was deadset on setting up the ritual. At least give me time to run for it before you set the bomb off.

"Sorry, I'm late, Principal Yaga," Megumi apologizes, his voice calm but respectful.

Yaga waves off his apology. "You're not late, Fushiguro. Sit down."

"Sup, Megumi." I greeted him, and he greeted me back with a nod. He took a seat, next to me. Yaga told us, the reason why he called us here.

"Now," Yaga begins, his voice simmering with frustration, "the reason I called the three of you here is because the council has ordered the retrieval of Sukuna's fingers."

Gojo's eyes light up with interest, and I can practically see the gears turning in his head as he processes the information.

"Sukuna's fingers, huh?" Gojo muses, his tone thoughtful. "Sounds like fun."

Yaga's expression darkens. "This is not a game, Gojo. The council is taking this matter very seriously."

Gojo's grin widens. "Relax, old man. We'll handle it."

Yaga's patience wears thin, his voice rising with each word. "Handle it? You caused a mass panic today! And now you expect me to trust you with something as important as retrieving Sukuna's fingers?"

Gojo's grin falters slightly, but he remains unfazed. "Come on, Principal Yaga, you know you can trust me."

Yaga lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I hope I'm not making a mistake," he mutters under his breath.

I exchange a glance with Megumi, who looks equally apprehensive about the situation. But hey, it's not like we have much of a choice in the matter.

Yaga turns his attention back to us. "Gojo, you and Fushiguro will be sent to Sugisawa Municipal High School. There have been reports of cursed activity in that area."

Gojo nods, his expression serious now. "Understood, Principal Yaga."

Yaga then turns to me. "As for you, Akiyama, there's a curse spirit lurking around Satozakura High School. Since you're a special-grade sorcerer, you'll be going in alone."

I sigh inwardly, feeling a sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach. But hey, it's not like I'm unfamiliar with danger. Also, it looks like I'm meeting Mahito first. Sorry, Yuji but the sake of canon, I'll have to use you as a scapegoat for Mahito's ire. I'll save Junpei, his mom, Nobara and Nanami in return.

As we walked, I heard Gojo say something to me that made me almost pop my blood vessels.

"Hey, Kazuya. Don't forget to buy me some cake and sweets, okay? I'm still hungry."

This cocky mother-, I just released an angered huff and didn't reply. Still annoying, and what's up with him treating me like a little brother of somebody?

[Gojo's Pov]

As Kazuya and Megumi exited the office, leaving me alone with Principal Yaga, I couldn't shake the strange feeling that washed over me. Suddenly, a transparent image of myself and my deceased best friend, Geto, flickered into view. The apparition fades before I can fully process it, leaving me with a sense of nostalgia and longing.

Yaga sighed heavily, shaking his head as he looked at me. "One of these days, Gojo, you and that kid are going to get me killed because of your antics."

I grin, unfazed by his warning. "Ah, come on, Principal Yaga, where's your sense of adventure?" I reply cheerily.

But Yaga isn't amused. "I'm serious, Gojo. What do you see in that kid?" he asks, his tone tinged with genuine curiosity.

I grinned cheerily, feeling a surge of pride for my lazy, yet incredibly talented student. "Potential, Yaga. The kid's got potential to surpass even me one day."

Yaga's expression softens slightly. "But why him? Out of all the students you've taught, why Kazuya?"

I just smiled as I leaned back in my chair. "Like I said, sensei, the kid has potential."

Yaga's expression gained a hint of concern in his eyes. "His curse energy is unlike anything I've ever seen before."

I nod thoughtfully. "Yeah, it's like he's a ticking nuke waiting to explode. And it's still growing! Remarkable, isn't it?"

Yaga shook his head. "And because his body is consistently pumping curse energy, he's subconsciously performing the reverse curse technique."

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "That would explain his nasty temper."

"No, It's just YOU who sets him off."

I pouted playfully, feigning offense. "Hey, I don't piss off everyone," I protested.

Yaga shakes his head, correcting me. "You piss off everyone, Gojo. But it's only Kazuya who acts on his emotions whenever you annoy him."

I pout playfully. "Hey, that's rude, Yaga-sensei."

Yaga's tone turned serious. "The council wants him dead, Gojo. He's too dangerous."

I burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation before my laughter turned into a dark chuckle. Those old geezers were really pissing me off. "Oh, come on, Yaga. You don't actually believe that, do you? We both know the real reason they want him gone."

We both stared at each other for a second, neither saying a word until I did.

"They're scared, Yaga. Scared that a nobody like Kazuya could rewrite the rules of Jujutsu, with no one to control him."

Yaga sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "You're right, Gojo. It's a sad truth." Yaga mulled over his words, lost in thought. "Sending him into a trap... it doesn't sit right with me."

I placed a reassuring hand on Yaga's shoulder, meeting his gaze. "He'll be fine, sensei. No need to worry."

Yaga searched my eyes for a moment before asking, "Why are you so sure, Gojo?"

A smile played at the corners of my lips as I spoke with unwavering confidence. "Because if Okkotsu Yuta is like the second coming of me, then Akiyama Kazuya is the second coming of Suguru Geto."

Yaga blinked in surprise, processing my words. "Are you saying that because you believe in Kazuya or do you see Geto in him?"

For a brief moment, my smile faltered, the weight of my words sinking in. But then it returned, brighter than before. "Both. Kazuya may be lazy, but like Geto, he sees himself as the strongest. And just like Geto, he'll protect the weak. But unlike Geto, Kazuya doesn't want to remake the world. He just wants to be left alone. It's ironic, really, considering his curse energy attracts trouble wherever he goes."

Yaga nodded slowly, seemingly lost in thought. "I hope you're right, Gojo," he said quietly.

I clapped him on the back, a reassuring gesture. "Trust me, sensei. Everything will work out in the end." I watch as Yaga absorbs my words, his expression thoughtful. Maybe, just maybe, Kazuya really is the trigger to changing our corrupt society for the better