Uh… where am I?
My head felt unbearably heavy, as if it had been smashed repeatedly by a giant iron hammer swung without mercy. A dull throbbing pulsed at my temples, spreading to the back of my eyes, making me instinctively squeeze them shut as a low groan escaped my lips. My last memory was still painfully clear—too clear, in fact.
I had been sitting in front of a monitor, the office lights dim, my fingers constantly moving across the keyboard as I tinkered with items for the next game update.
Lines of code filled the screen, mixed with small handwritten notes stuck to the corner of the monitor, while a cup of cold coffee sat abandoned beside the desk. So… did I fall asleep at my workstation?
"Huh? Why does everything look so big?" I muttered quietly, my voice sounding strange in my own ears—higher, thinner than it should have been.
I froze for several seconds, my heart beating unevenly, as if my body itself didn't know how it was supposed to react to what I had just realized.
My gaze slowly swept across the room, and with every tiny detail that entered my vision, the sense of discomfort only grew stronger.
No—everything wasn't bigger.
I was smaller.
That realization hit me far harder than the pounding pain in my head. Panic flared instantly, like gasoline thrown onto fire, spreading rapidly through my entire body down to the tips of my fingers.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on?" I blurted out without thinking, my voice trembling slightly, caught between confusion and fear I hadn't yet managed to process.
I jumped down from the bed, my feet touching the floor lightly—far too lightly for an adult body.
There was no heavy impact, no familiar sting in my heels. I almost lost my balance because this body moved more nimbly than I expected. I looked around with ragged breaths, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
The room was a shared bedroom with three neatly arranged bunk beds. The wood looked old but well maintained, its surface smooth from frequent use, the corners slightly rounded by age.
The scent of clean sheets mixed with a faint smell of damp wood filled the air, giving the impression of a dormitory or communal living space—not my private room.
I stepped closer to the window. Every step felt strange—short, light, and too quick. I pulled the curtain aside, letting soft morning light slip in, warm yet unfamiliar.
Outside, rows of buildings I had never seen before came into view, rooftops lined up neatly in a style completely different from the neighborhood I knew.
The small street below was already coming alive with morning activity; people walked briskly, small vendors arranged their goods, and the distant hum of a waking city drifted faintly through the air.
The sight made my chest tighten—this was clearly not my room, not my surroundings, not the world I recognized.
And worse still… I really had become smaller.
No—I had become a child.
My thoughts spiraled wildly, trying to piece together this absurd reality.
The small hand raised in front of my eyes seemed to mock me, its fingers slender and undeveloped, nothing like an adult's.
"Hm?" I narrowed my eyes, noticing something beyond the window, far above the buildings. "What is that… does it look like a bird?"
My heart nearly stopped.
"Wait. That can't be right." I focused my vision, unconsciously holding my breath. Its shape was too strange, too wrong to be an ordinary bird. The silhouette hovered in the air, its head large and grotesquely disproportionate. "That is…?"
Fly Heads.
The term surfaced in my mind on its own—cold, precise, as if it had been stored in the depths of my memory all along.
"Damn it!" I took a step back, my back almost hitting the bed. "Am I losing my mind? From working too much?"
I felt my body trembling—not just from the morning air, but from the fear slowly hardening inside my chest.
Starting from the reality that I had become a child, to the fact that I was staring at Fly Heads—cursed creatures from the Jujutsu Kaisen anime that should have existed only on a screen, on manga panels, or inside my imagination.
My brain worked furiously, scrambling for any logical explanation at all, even the most ridiculous ones.
"Haha… this has to be a hallucination, right?" I let out a dry laugh, the sound brittle and hollow, as if it might shatter at any moment while I tried to convince myself. "Right…?"
The creature moved.
Its wings trembled, producing a faint buzzing sound that I could feel reverberating all the way down my spine.
Its shadow fell sharply against the distant wall of a building, following every motion of its body. Not blurred. Not vague. Far too real to be dismissed as an illusion.
Damn it.
"It's real," I whispered, my throat painfully dry. "That's really a Fly Heads."
I stared silently at my hands for a long moment. The skin was smooth, unmarked by calluses, bright and clean, as though it had never known hard work or exhaustion. My fingers were small and short, the joints soft, and my palms far smaller than they should have been.
When I clenched my fist, it felt awkward—there was no familiar strength there. My chest tightened, my breath caught, as the truth finally struck me without mercy.
I had truly become a child.
"Kenji! What are you doing in there? Come play!"
A childish voice shattered the silence—cheerful and carefree, a stark contrast to the chaos spiraling inside my head. I flinched, my shoulders lifting on instinct, and turned toward the bedroom door.
Standing there was a young boy, small like me, his hair slightly messy as if he had just finished running around. His face was innocent, his cheeks a little round, and his large, round eyes shone with pure curiosity—the gaze of someone who had yet to learn what fear truly was.
"Huh? What's wrong, Kenji?" the boy asked, tilting his head slightly. His brows knit together faintly, clearly confused by my expression, which was probably far too stiff for a child my age.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
My thoughts screamed in panic. Did this mean I had really ended up in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen? Not some strange dream or a sleep-deprived hallucination? And worse still—I was stranded here as a child.
This body was fragile, undeveloped, nowhere near ready to face a world overflowing with curses and death. To make matters worse, the child whose body I now inhabited even shared my name.
Kenji.
A coincidence far too cruel to be called coincidence.
This world was cursed.
"What am I supposed to do…?" I thought frantically. My heart pounded, while my mind tried to run even faster, desperately assembling plans in the middle of my panic.
Then a small realization surfaced, like a spark igniting in thick darkness. Wait. I can see Cursed Spirits. That Fly Heads wasn't my imagination.
In other words… I have Cursed Energy.
That thought made me draw in a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down even though my chest still felt tight. If I truly was in this world, then panicking wouldn't save me. I needed direction. I needed a goal.
If that was the case, then what I had to do was train. Learn to sense the flow of Cursed Energy within this body, understand how it moved, how to restrain it so it wouldn't leak away uselessly, and how to use it without losing control.
If I could awaken my Innate Technique—if this body even possessed one—then maybe, just maybe, I could enroll in Tokyo Jujutsu High someday.
If I became strong enough, I might be able to survive in this insane world, a place where death could come from any direction without warning.
If not… then I would have to find a way to leave this damned country before I died a stupid death, killed by some low-grade curse whose name wouldn't even be recorded anywhere.
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