Phase 1 – Fractured Bonds
Arc 1 – The Forgotten Sorcerer
Chapter 1 – The Boy Who Forgot His Own Name
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Rain fell in slow motion over the empty streets of Tokyo — not the living, breathing Tokyo of before, but the hollow skeleton it became after Sukuna's fall.
Windows were boarded, neon signs half-lit. A faint hum of Cursed Energy swam through the cracks of concrete like dying embers refusing to go out.
Under the pale streetlight, a boy walked barefoot.
His white hair stuck to his face from the rain. His eyes — one glowing faintly blue, the other dull and empty — blinked as if they were struggling to stay awake.
He didn't know his name.
He only knew something was following him.
> "Target sighted. Grade 1 field order confirmed."
Three voices echoed from the rooftops. Sorcerers — younger, armed, uniformed — blades drawn.
The boy tilted his head up slowly, blinking through the downpour.
For a moment, he saw their silhouettes blurred by water — and something deep inside him whispered:
> "Kill them before they kill you."
He didn't question the voice. His hands moved first.
A shimmering barrier flared around him — diamond-shaped, spinning like glass shards in air.
The first sorcerer launched a paper talisman, igniting cursed flame mid-air — the prism flared, refracted it, and the attack spiraled back, incinerating its owner instantly.
> "Wha—?! That's Gojo-level projection—"
Before the next could react, the boy was already behind him — teleportation through barrier reflection.
A dagger slashed.
A scream cut through rain.
Then silence.
The last sorcerer hesitated.
The boy turned his head slightly, blue eye shimmering.
> "Don't… move."
He said it in a trembling voice, like he was scared of his own words.
When his dagger touched the sorcerer's neck — the cursed energy vanished. The talisman the man was holding simply turned to ash.
> No More Human.
The boy didn't understand the name, but he could feel what it meant — the world itself pausing when his blade touched another soul.
Then a whisper brushed against his ear.
> "That's enough, Soya."
The boy froze. The rain around him stopped midair for a single heartbeat —
and from his shadow, a shape rose.
A massive dragon head, translucent and spectral, curled around him protectively. Its eyes burned with gentle, familiar sorrow.
> "Shun?" he murmured unconsciously.
"Yeah… still here, idiot."
The dragon smiled — if a curse could smile.
Its scales shimmered like shards of broken mirrors reflecting the boy's trembling reflection.
Then everything went white.
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When he woke again, it was morning.
A small apartment. Rain had stopped.
He sat on the bed, staring blankly at the window.
He didn't remember where he was. Or who he was.
He only noticed that his hands were covered in blood.
A voice spoke from the kitchen.
> "You're awake earlier today, Soya."
The boy turned.
A man in dark red uniform — Kamo Noritoshi — leaned casually against the counter, holding two cups of instant coffee. His hair tied neatly, eyes tired but observant.
> "You… know me?" the boy asked softly.
"Yeah," Kamo replied. "You're my junior. Field Division, Japan Branch. We clear curses together."
"...Oh."
"You forgot again?"
"...I think."
Kamo sighed, handing him the coffee.
His voice was calm, like he'd done this a hundred times before.
> "Drink. You need sugar or your Cursed Energy crashes."
Soya sipped quietly. He didn't know what "Cursed Energy" meant. He only knew that the warmth of the cup grounded him.
Then he looked outside — birds flying over a broken city.
He didn't remember the last time he smiled, but the morning sky looked kind enough to forgive him.
> "Hey, Kamo…"
"Yeah?"
"Have I… killed anyone before?"
Kamo's expression didn't change.
He took a slow sip before answering.
> "You fight. People die. You forget. That's how it's been for a year."
"Oh."
Silence lingered between them.
Outside, the city groaned faintly — a far cry from the one that once sparkled under Gojo Satoru's reign.
Kamo broke the silence with a sigh.
> "Orders came in. We're to clear a cursed zone in Shibuya. A remnant of Sukuna's last domain. You're coming."
"Alright."
"Don't get distracted."
"...I won't."
Kamo smiled faintly.
He didn't believe that.
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As they stepped out, Soya's eyes drifted toward the ruins of Shibuya Station — where his brother once stood against the King of Curses.
Somewhere deep in his fractured mind, a flash of memory burned:
A tall man with white hair, a gentle grin, a voice saying "You'll see the world differently when you open your eyes."
Then nothing.
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Back in the shadows of the city, a figure watched them leave — tall, calm, with black hair tied loosely and eyes that glowed faintly red.
> "So that's the younger Gojo… broken, fractured, and still breathing."
Sojo Rengeki adjusted his collar, smirking faintly.
> "Gakuganji wants him dead, huh? Fine. Let's make this interesting."
A small crimson sigil glowed on his palm — Amplification.
It pulsed, spreading through the air, quietly infecting a few unaware sorcerers blocks away.
> "Let's see if his barrier can reflect my curse."
He stepped into the rain, vanishing into shimmer.
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End of Chapter 1 – "The Boy Who Forgot His Own Name."