Yami Akindo.
An ordinary teenage orphan of both Japanese and Western descent. He had lived the majority of his short life in an orphanage and had only recently left the place since he had started earning something for himself.
The paper contained very little about the person whose body I was in now; however, at least now I knew my own name in this world, and it was a relief that I also had a real identity here.
That saved a lot of trouble for me in the future.
I was certain that getting used to this name would take time for me; however, it was still better than not having a name.
A little pang of sadness seemed to flicker inside me when I thought about how my old identity was gone forever. Not only had I come to this world, but I couldn't even remember my own name from back then to recall who I was as a person before this entire fiasco.
Having no family in this case was also to my advantage; I doubt I could act like a loving son or sibling if I had any family members in this world.
Sighing, I placed the paper back down on the table and once again lay down with nothing else to do.
Finally, it was just me with my thoughts, and boy, I had enough of them to fill a courtroom.
However, all those could wait; in fact, most of them didn't matter at all, and I wouldn't lose sleep over them if they were never answered or addressed.
No! What mattered right now was far more urgent and basic.
'What am I to do now?'
My survival, inspiration, future plans?
I had nothing. And it didn't help that I was in a battle shonen anime.
"I should have read the manga," I cursed under my breath, fully knowing how futile it was to get worked up about something I had no control over.
'Even though I don't know what is about to happen from this point onward, in season 3 of the anime or after that, I am certain that I have changed a lot of things.'
That was my biggest concern at this point. No matter what kind of story it is, in the end, the good guys win, right?
At least that's how Gege should also write his story; no matter how much he liked killing off his characters, I just hope he wasn't the rebellious kind who goes against the norm just for fun's sake.
Considering that the end of Jujutsu Kaisen was all hunky-dory like almost all works of fiction that existed, especially shonen anime aimed at teenagers.
I could have just remained seated on the sidelines, observing the team of good guys do their magic until everything fell into place.
However, I had changed too many things to keep hoping for the easy way out now.
Let me tell you, knowing that you're in a battle shonen where big bad villains exist and could possibly kill you any second while you don't know what the future has in store for you and can't even rely on plot armor since your existence has made the butterfly effect strong enough for the armor to fly off...
Yeah, it was no fun.
'Should I leave the country?' That was my first response. No matter how powerful Sukuna was, I doubted he would go around looking for ordinary people to kill.
And seeing that only Japan had strong sorcerers, it made sense he would remain here rather than going somewhere else.
It sounded like a nice plan until I realized that I had no money.
Hell, I could arrange money; there were many unsavory and illegal ways. However, I also lacked the proper paperwork to leave the country.
And when I thought about how to solve that problem, my mind quickly started delving into darker thoughts ranging from killing ordinary people to hijacking planes.
"Nah… I won't. There has to be a baseline I need to set, or I'll lose my mind and sanity otherwise."
I shook my head repeatedly, not planning to go into those darker thoughts again.
But if not running away, then what?
Well, there was only one other outcome—help the good guys out. Or ensure my own survival, of course.
At least it's better to die fighting than running.
"Nah… stop being stupid, you're neither the protagonist of the story nor do you have any plot armor. If anything, I feel like I don't even have my normal skin to protect myself, seeing my unusual bad luck since the day I got here, let alone armor…"
Though my surviving as long as I did was indeed a miracle.
I shook my head again; no, I wasn't planning to become the hero. That would just get me killed faster.
I gotta find a midway option.
As much as I had seen Jujutsu Kaisen, the two main villains of the series were Sukuna and Kenjaku.
If no story twist took place, it was clear that either one of them would be the main villain of the story.
And what did we have on the good guys' side?
A bum who only had potential.
A protagonist who didn't have any special power and also kind of shared a body with the big bad villain himself.
A sass queen with cool hacks; however, not enough raw power to make much of a difference in the grand game.
There were, of course, many supporting characters.
But none actually seemed extraordinarily powerful enough to handle either Sukuna or Kenjaku.
None except two.
Satoru Gojo and Yuta Okkotsu.
I'm so happy that I watched the side movie, JJK 0, or else I wouldn't have even known about Yuta.
Who knows how strong Yuta currently is, but he did beat Geto back in the Night Parade of 100 Demons. So, fingers crossed he still has his hacks with him, because we're going to need them.
Well, thinking about either of the two was pointless currently. Gojo was sealed, and I had no idea where Yuta was.
So back to ground zero, huh…
I lay there on the bed, minding my own business until I had a solid plan to act on. Everything I knew so far screamed at me that I only had one option.
Help release Gojo.
That was the best option we had, both me and the jujutsu sorcerers. After all, there had to be a reason why Kenjaku first had to capture the Honored One before starting his plan.
"Yes… that seems like the best idea so far." I nodded to myself.
Helping Gojo unseal was our best bet. It would be hard, but not as impossible as fighting monsters like Sukuna and Kenjaku.
And if that didn't work, then I could always run away from this country.
After fact-checking multiple times, using whatever workable gray matter I had available at my disposal currently, I came to this decision.
This was the best plan so far.
And just as my excitement was rising, it also came crashing down just as fast.
"Well, about the fighting part…" I grumbled, recalling what happened in Shibuya and shuddered.
I didn't wish to go through that again, ever.
And while it sounded nice to boast to myself that I beat Jogo and Mahoraga, survived Dagon, Mahito, and even Sukuna…
I knew the reality better than that to let it get to my head. The only reason I survived was because I had my technique.
I had to sacrifice most of the power I had gotten back then, to the point I was back to having only one technique, my own, and a little over-mediocre amount of cursed energy since I had to spend both cursed energy reserves I had gotten from Jogo and Dagon.
My reserves were still big since I had gotten everything from those lesser curses I killed immediately after activating my technique for the first time, but with the increased cost of opening the domain since I also had to summon Mahoraga every time, even those reserves were looking meagre.
I gritted my teeth at how ridiculous the situation was. I had so many powerful techniques, so much cursed energy, and I had to sacrifice it all just to survive.
It was maddening.
At least I still had Mahoraga, but that too came with its own caveats.
"Yeah… I'm most likely not ready for whatever is about to come." I grumbled to myself, knowing fully well that I was strong, but only as long as my domain landed, and that was both extremely costly now with Mahoraga being a mandatory summon and not a given outcome either since there were always sorcerers who could clash their domains with me.
Even with Mahoraga's help, I could eventually overpower the domain clash, but I still had to survive until then, both inside the domain clash and outside when I wasn't using my domain.
In both cases, I was defenseless.
"I should have given up on Jogo's technique…" I sighed, knowing full well that if I hadn't done that, then I most likely would have been dead by now.
But I just couldn't help it. It was such a good technique, almost a perfect offensive technique.
Tsukumo's technique as well—that was an overpowered technique. To be able to add imaginary mass, no wonder she was tossing around Sukuna like a toy as long as her punches connected.
They had connected during their fight. Sukuna was clearly on the defensive after the first time she knocked the soul out of him, however, when they did connect, it was glorious.
I only learned about the technique once I got it from her, and luck had it that I couldn't even use it once and had to sacrifice that too.
Sigh…
I remained on the bed for a bit longer. It was calming, and more than anything, I didn't feel like I was ready to face the music again just yet.
However, I must if I were to survive.
"Alright, let's fix the most glaring problem I currently have." I grunted, and even unwillingly, I pushed myself up.
It was time to learn—actually learn how to fight. Not jujutsu, I was more than decent at that, if I said so myself. Not being humble or boasting, just telling the truth.
However, I sucked at fighting. I had no form, no reflexes, and this body wasn't trained to throw punches and kicks.
I had to fix that, and fast.
With that in mind, I left the medical wing for the first time ever since I was brought here.
I was caught off guard in Shibuya.
It wouldn't happen again.
It's training time.
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