Synopsis:
No need to invite me, I've already transmigrated.
I've arrived in a world where only madmen can survive, yet I possess the Ninja World System from Naruto:
How will I manage to live on?
Will he become a madman and go insane alongside a group of cursed spirits, or does he simply wish to live as an ordinary person?
Chapter 1:
Pain! It hurts so much! My eyes hurt!
My eyes are heating up, something is gathering within them, as if ants are gnawing on the blood vessels inside my eyeballs.
The intense pain instantly jolted Yuuki awake from his deep sleep. He then covered his eyes with both hands and couldn't help but let out a wail.
He couldn't understand why his eyes would be in pain simply from sleeping; could it be that he had been looking at his phone too much?
He shouted, "Brother Ro, my eyes hurt! Hurry and call 120."
However, there was no response. The surroundings were unusually quiet and desolate, with only the passing breeze gently stirring the black hair at his temples.
Yuuki assumed that he was simply sleeping too soundly, and continued to shout, "Don't sleep, Brother Ro! Quickly help me call 120."
"Brother Ro?"
Brother Ro's lack of response made Yuuki's heart feel strange and uneasy.
They had clearly been talking animatedly about their ideals and future before going to sleep, so how could he be gone upon waking, and his own eyes were also hurting terribly?
He was just about to support himself on the bed to get up, but instead touched a grainy, particulate surface.
When he felt around further, there was also a sense of stickiness, as if there was some kind of liquid that still retained some heat.
He retracted his right hand, which had been soaked by the liquid, and brought it in front of his nose to smell it.
After discovering that it had no particular odor, he subconsciously brought it to his mouth and licked it, and a slightly salty taste with a metallic, rusty tang rushed straight to his mind.
As a medical student, he knew that this was the taste of blood, but why would someone have died nearby after just one night's sleep? Could it be Brother Ro?
No! That's impossible!
This was the medical academy, where everyone's futures were bright and promising, so how could anyone commit murder?
Moreover, the tactile sensation of the ground was also different; the dormitory had neat floor tiles, but this was a stony, pebbly ground.
Where am I? Where is this place?
A nameless sense of dread caused him to immediately shut his mouth, not daring to speak loudly, fearing that the murderers hadn't gone far and would come back to finish him off.
Yuuki endured the intense pain in his eyes, and continued to feel around in his surroundings, slowly trying to make sense of his current situation.
After all, no matter how painful his eyes were, it wouldn't be fatal, but if those murderers returned to clean up the scene, then he would certainly die!
He absolutely had to leave as quickly as possible; he was only 18 years old, and his future was bright, so how could he die here? He had to leave right away!
His hands touched a stone wall, and he moved around along it.
Perhaps it was because of the panic in his heart, but he inadvertently bumped into a step and slammed heavily onto the ground, causing a muffled thud.
Crap!
This impact happened to hit Yuuki's head, and warm liquid slowly flowed out from his forehead. In a daze, many memories that did not belong to him appeared in his mind.
A kind-faced and gentle woman, and a man who spent his days reading the newspaper, they were speaking fluent Japanese, and were both looking at him with kind and gentle eyes.
What is this?
He was just like an audience member in a movie theater, watching these memories that did not belong to him, both familiar and alien, and the pain in his eyes slowly dissipated.
He didn't know how long had passed, but he watched the memories that belonged to "himself" from a third-person perspective.
His parents had died tragically at the hands of monsters, and he had killed the monsters in self-defense, but why did those monsters look somewhat familiar.
Yuuki slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the tragic scene before him.
The air was permeated with black gas, which he didn't know what it was, and didn't want to touch, since that was the place where the monster had died.
The only thing that could make him feel even slightly at ease was that he was currently safe; there were no murderers, but whether there were any more of these monsters nearby was unknown.
Looking at the damaged house, as well as the tragically deceased bodies of his "parents" on the ground, Yuuki simply raised his eyebrows slightly, but tears flowed from his eyes of their own accord, and his lips opened uncontrollably, saying, "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you."
This "I'm sorry" was perhaps due to the original owner's memories, which caused this body to generate feelings of sadness, and he also started to feel unconsciously afraid.
Just as he was squatting down in the corner to rest, a light and frivolous voice came from the side: "Yo, is this… did you kill your parents?"
In the silent night, these words were like a fuse igniting a stick of dynamite, causing Yuuki, who was in the midst of grief, to be filled with terror.
His black pupils instantly turned scarlet, staring intently at the person who had spoken, his right hand clenching the broken brick on the ground.
The figure was tall and slender, his eyes were covered by a white cloth, and his silver-white, choppy hair fluttered in the wind.
It slowly overlapped with a certain anime character from his memories.
"What the hell? Gojo Satoru?!"
Yuuki said subconsciously.
"Oh! You know me?"
Gojo Satoru looked at the boy before him with slight surprise. There was a black comma-shaped mark spinning within his red pupils.
He could sense that an incredible amount of cursed energy was gathering within those eyes.
How very interesting!
"Hey, want to join Jujutsu High?"
"Jujutsu High?"
Yuuki released the broken brick in his right hand, and looked at Gojo Satoru before him, letting out a sigh of relief.
He didn't know if he was hallucinating, but he could clearly sense that his field of vision had slowed down just now, but now it had returned to normal.
He also now understood what kind of world he had arrived in. This was: 『Jujutsu Kaisen』
A world where negative emotions create cursed spirits, but why had he come to this place?
Even the circumstances of his transmigration were off; other people were sent here by being hit by trucks, but why had he come here inexplicably?
Forget it, none of that was important; he should first join Jujutsu High, otherwise he would die a miserable death later on. Seeking a place of refuge was what he needed to do right now.
Yuuki took a deep breath, and looked at his parents lying on the ground, saying, "Could you allow me to bury them?"
"Yeah, of course."
Gojo Satoru watched the boy carrying the remains. There was no desolate hatred in his eyes.
His eyes were calm, and the originally scarlet pupils turned black, and the cursed energy gathered in his eyes flowed back into his body.
He truly hadn't expected that he would encounter such a promising talent while going out for a late-night snack. If he were to nurture him, he would definitely become very strong!
Yuuki picked up the iron shovel in the house, and dug into the blood-stained ground bit by bit.
He only remembered halfway through that people seemed to need to apply for a death certificate after they died.
He turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru, who was watching from the side, and asked, "Could you help my parents with a funeral? I'm not very good at these things."
"Ah? A funeral?"
Gojo Satoru touched his head, thought for a moment, and asked, "Are there any aunts, uncles, relatives, or elders?"
"Relatives…"
Yuuki closed his eyes tightly, and searched through the memories of the original owner of this body.
He discovered that those relatives didn't live in Tokyo, and he also didn't know their phone numbers. So how could he obtain a death certificate?
This was a legal society, and people needed to go to the local government to apply for a death certificate after they died, but how was he supposed to explain this?
A paranormal event?
His parents had died out of thin air, and he had survived?
Wait… This kind of situation seemed to be the responsibility of professional jujutsu sorcerers like them!
Yuuki looked at Gojo Satoru, and said, "How am I supposed to explain this? Say that my parents were killed by extremely ugly monsters?"
"You're so cold-blooded, even though your parents just died right in front of you." Gojo Satoru grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth, and asked, "Don't tell me they weren't good to you?"
"It's not that," Yuuki shook his head, and said, "They were very good to me, but I just feel sadness in my heart, but I can't bring myself to cry. It's a very strange feeling."
"Is that so…"
Gojo Satoru took out his phone, dialed a number, reported the address, and hung up immediately. He asked the boy before him, "What's your name?"
Yuuki directly said the name of the original owner of this body: "My name is Yuuki,"
…
The next day. At noon, the sun was shining brightly.
Yuuki was wearing a black kimono, and kowtowed three times to the remains of his parents before him.
The place was filled with neighbors from the neighborhood. They were all wearing black suits, and were standing silently to the side in mourning.
After the mourning was over, they walked up to him one by one, and said things like "You're the only one left in the family from now on, you need to be like a man," these kinds of encouraging words.
Looking at the neighbors who he wasn't very familiar with on a normal basis, he didn't know why they were showing such a display of grief, even though they were just neighbors.
Emotional resonance?
Perhaps he had negative opinions about his parents in his previous life; no, it was that he hated them to the extreme.
Or perhaps it was because he had studied medicine, and therefore took life and death more lightly.
Or perhaps he felt from the bottom of his heart that these two people weren't his biological parents at all.
He couldn't bring himself to feel sad, but instead observed everything from the perspective of an outsider.
This world was filled with threats. Although he didn't know which point in the Jujutsu Kaisen plot he was currently at, and he had forgotten most of the plot, he would definitely not die if he followed Gojo Satoru, this invincible guy.
After all, taking life and death lightly was one thing, but wanting to die was another. No one who was living a good life would want to die, right?
As the funeral came to an end, the onlookers also left one after another.
Yuuki looked at his parents' tombstones, took a deep breath, walked up, and gently touched the characters on them, and said in a low voice:
"I'm very happy to have had parents like you. I will cherish this body, and take a photo to commemorate this."
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