Chapter 1: The void
I inquire, "Hey, what's your name?"
He appears perplexed but manages to respond, "Fushiguro-..."
Before he can finish, I interject with a smile, "Not Zen'in, huh?... Good for you." With that, I thrust the spear nunchucks into my brain, ending my life. Nothing matters to me anymore. Well, that's not entirely true; my pride and hatred towards the Zen'in Clan always consumed me. But now, I've let go of these feelings after my fight against Satoru. It brings me joy to know that my child still carries his mother's last name. She was the only one who made me feel happy and treated me like a human being. she was the only one I gave myself wholly to. Knowing that her name lives on fills me with peace. These are my final thoughts before losing consciousness, and everything fades to black.
In an unknown location,
I find myself surrounded by absolute nothingness—emptiness devoid of shapes, weight, light, or even a physical form. My soul floats in this void.
In the uncertain realm that lay before me, I couldn't help but wonder if this was purgatory, a fitting consequence for the multitude of sins I had committed throughout my life. Among the shadows, I was renowned as the "Sorcerer Killer," an assassin whose name struck fear into the hearts of many. My days were spent accepting assignments from shady and enigmatic clients. However, money never held any allure for me; I remained indifferent to it. Even if I were to squander my hard-earned rewards in one reckless gamble, it wouldn't so much as evoke a flicker of emotion within me. Rather, the allure of gambling was primarily to while away the endless hours that haunted my existence.
Strangely, despite the cold-hearted image I projected to the world, I found no solace in my nefarious profession. There was no gratification in taking lives. My identity as an assassin was nothing more than a tool—a means to an end. I wielded it as a weapon against the jujutsu world, a world that I despised for its inherent flaws and injustices. My adversaries were not merely my targets; they represented the embodiment of a system I loathed.
To the world, my name carried a weight that could shatter spirits—the name Toji Fushiguro instilled terror and sent shivers down spines. But within my heart, there was no room for regret, shame, or remorse. I stood unapologetic for the choices I made and the path I walked, even if it led me to this enigmatic and seemingly endless expanse of nothingness.
"In this afterlife, it seems I'll never have the chance to meet you again," I whisper to myself. "You should have seen him, our son, all grown up and surrounded by those he wants to protect, and who want to protect him. I'm sure you would have been proud to know that he's happy now."
As time drifts by in this timeless void, I find myself reflecting on my tumultuous past. From the days of my youth, when I was thrown into that dungeon and left for dead, to the relentless injustice and hatred I faced from the Zen'in clan, and even my intense battle against Satoru Gojo.
Years pass, though I can't discern exactly how many. This place has grown on me—it offers a peaceful, unchanging solace that eases the burden of my memories. Yet, it can be incredibly dull. But there's nothing to be done except to remain here.
Perhaps decades or even centuries have elapsed by now—I'm no longer certain. Remarkably, my mind remains intact, and a newfound discovery emerges: I sense the ability to move slightly. It's hard to ascertain if my soul is truly shifting or if I'm merely succumbing to madness, losing myself within this boundless void. Nevertheless, it's a welcome change from the stagnation I endured before.
Thousands of years pass, or so I suspect. I've spent eons exploring every inch of this void, yet nothing has changed, and my soul's ego endures, refusing to fade away. Though for the past several "years" (if they can even be called that), I've stopped trying to move actively, opting instead to wait patiently for my essence to finally find release, but alas, no such luck has befallen me yet.
The passage of time eludes me now. It has stretched on for so long that I've endlessly replayed my memories, each recollection etched countless times within my mind. Yet, all I feel is indifference. My pride faded away when Gojo ended my life, and my animosity towards the Zen'in clan has waned. A sense of liberation washes over me, as if I've attained enlightenment, unburdened by any attachments.
As time continues to march forward, I can almost sense a pulsating vitality within this realm. I fear that I may have finally succumbed to insanity. "In a few more years, my consciousness and ego will be no more. About time," I mutter to myself, before abruptly realizing the absurdity of my own thoughts. "Ah, damn, have I truly lost my sanity?"
"No you are right this void is 'alive' young soul" Unexpectedly, a voice pierces the solitude, addressing me as a "young soul." Infuriated, I retort, "Who the hell do you call 'young,' you bastard? I've been trapped here for so long that the concept of time eludes me!" Composing myself, I inquire further, "Anyway, who are you? And why are you speaking to me? Moreover, how are we even conversing? I no longer possess a mouth."
The voice replies calmly, "Your anger amuses me. I am but a presence within this 'alive' void, an entity of sorts call me R.O.B. Our communication transcends physical limitations, as it occurs on a different plane."
Fascinated and somewhat perturbed, I inquire, "Different plane? What do you mean? What has become of me?"
The mysterious voice retorts, "You've assimilated a fragment of the void's essence into your soul, which, quite frankly, should be impossible. Most souls that arrive here eventually fade away. Your unique situation has piqued my curiosity enough to engage with you, young one."
"Enough with the 'young one' and the pretentious way of talking. It's irritating," I interject. "Get to the point. What do you want from me?"
"I come to you with a proposition: You shall be reincarnated into a random world, and in doing so, you will serve as a remedy for my eternal boredom. How does that sound?" he inquires.
"Huh! Reincarnate? What do you mean by that?" I respond, perplexed.
"You will be granted a fresh life in a new world," he explains, "and you shall be allowed to live once more."
I'm still skeptical, so I inquire further, "And why, out of all the souls, do you choose me for this task?"
"Simple," he replies, "I have existed for an unfathomable length of time and have acquired all knowledge available in the vast multiverse. My existence has become an unending monotony. You, Toji, shall be my remedy, my cure for this eternal ennui."
I contemplate the offer carefully, trying to wrap my head around the strange proposition. "So, essentially, you want me to be reborn in another world just because you feel bored?" I clarify.
"Indeed, that's the essence of it," he confirms. "Will you accept this opportunity sorcerer killer?"
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"Nah I'm good!..."
to be continued
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