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Okkotsu Yuta: The King of Sorcerers

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A fan of Jujutsu Kaisen suddenly finds himself becoming Okkotsu Yuta the exact moment Orimoto Rika died. Now he will go on a journey towards ascension and beyond. "I don't care who or what you are... I don't care what you're capable of... If you stand in my way... I WILL CUT YOU DOWN!" Jujutsu Kaisen and its characters belong to Gege Akutami. All images DO NOT belong to me.
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Chapter 1 - Cursed Child

[??/??/2011]

The screeching of tires jolted him awake.

"Huh? What the?"

Smoke lingered in the air, blending with the sharp tang of burnt rubber.

His ears were still ringing, and his blurred vision slowly began to focus.

He wasn't in his bed.

He wasn't even indoors.

He stood on the edge of a cracked sidewalk, disoriented, surrounded by flashing hazard lights and the unmistakable scent of a fresh car crash.

In front of him, a dented car leaned at an awkward angle, one headlight smashed, windshield fractured.

A group of people stood near the wreck, some of them panicking, some talking urgently.

None of them noticed him yet.

"How did I... get here?"

He muttered.

But the sound of his voice made him freeze.

It was high-pitched and childish.

He looked down at his hands.

It was not his.

His breath caught as he turned his hands over, staring at the small fingers that trembled slightly.

"What the hell is going on…"

He whispered, then flinched again.

He looked toward the road.

The van's door opened, and the driver stepped out.

A middle-aged man, visibly shaken but unhurt, was clutching a phone to his ear.

He was shouting frantically in Japanese, apologizing to someone, saying he didn't see the kid until the last second.

The man never glanced toward him. He just kept pacing and panicking.

He watched the man panicking but then something cold closed around his ankles.

He froze and looked down.

His breath caught in his throat.

From beneath the bent guardrail at the edge of the sidewalk, a figure slowly emerged.

Its skin was pale, sickly, its limbs were impossibly long, it had no eyes, and its jagged teeth were bared in a smile too wide for its face.

"Yuta…"

It rasped, voice wet and hoarse.

"Yuta… you promised me… remember? When we grow up… you said we're getting married…"

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't move.

He could barely think.

(What in the actual living God?!)

He wanted to scream.

But nothing came out.

JJK

[11/??/2016]

[Due to multiple reports of sexual harassment of female students, four male students, including the leader, suffered grave injuries, especially in the genital area.]

...

Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Panda sat on his desk with his back leaning against the chair.

"I heard we're getting a transfer student today. Rumor says he nearly beat a group of delinquents half to death."

Sitting on her desk, Zenin Maki adjusted her glasses with one hand while crossing her legs. Her long green hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her naginata rested within easy reach.

"Did he kill them?"

She asked bluntly, tilting her head toward Panda with a mixture of curiosity and mild disinterest.

Panda shook his head.

"Nope. But apparently, they all ended up losing the ability to have sex."

Maki raised an eyebrow.

"From what I've heard, they were harassing school girls. In the end, they got what was coming."

Panda added.

Maki smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

"Heh. I like the new kid already."

"Salmon."

A quiet voice next to Maki's desk spoke.

Inumaki Toge sat hunched at his desk, face partially obscured by his high turtleneck.

His white hair was slightly ruffled, and his violet eyes gleamed with silent approval.

Panda let out a low chuckle.

"Toge agrees. Looks like this new guy's already winning hearts."

The sound of someone clearing their throat drew their attention to the front of the classroom.

Gojo Satoru stood by the blackboard, a familiar figure with his tall frame, snowy white hair, and trademark blindfold covering his eyes.

His hands were tucked into his pockets, and his tone was light and cheerful.

"As I was saying, let's give a warm welcome to your new classmate, okay?"

He announced cheerfully.

The three students exchanged puzzled glances.

"..."

Gojo blinked... well, metaphorically... before grinning wide.

"Wow. Tough crowd. Alright, come in, Yuta-kun!"

The door to the classroom slid open with a gentle shift.

A young man stepped in.

Straight black hair, deep blue eyes, sharp and striking figure under the light.

He looked calm, almost too calm, as he took his first step into the room.

Then it hit them.

A suffocating pressure slammed into the classroom like an invisible wave.

The windows cracked, the chalkboard screeched as it warped, and the floor groaned under the weight of something unseen.

Every breath became heavier. Every heartbeat louder.

Maki's hands gripped her desk.

Toge's eyes widened.

Panda's ears flattened as his relaxed posture was long gone.

And behind the boy... no, with him... loomed a shadow, a tall, long-limbed, faceless shadow.

An eyeless, monstrous silhouette that pulsed with Cursed Energy so thick it made the walls crack.

Only Gojo stood unaffected, he was beaming with visible amusement.

The boy took another step, and the pressure vanished like a switch had been flipped.

"Hi everyone!"

The young man said cheerfully.

"I'm Okkotsu Yuta. Let's all get along, okay?"

The three students didn't move. For a second, the silence held.

Then, in a blur of motion, the three stood before him.

Panda cracked his knuckles and flexed his furry fists, now fitted with gleaming black knuckledusters that glowed with cursed energy.

Maki slid into a battle stance, her naginata already embedded near Yuta's face.

Toge lowered his turtleneck, revealing the Cursed Speech seals etched into his mouth.

His mouth twitched, already bracing to unleash a command.

"Gojo-sensei, is this some kind of sick joke? Why is a cursed kid here?"

Maki said sharply, never taking her eyes off Yuta. 

Gojo held up his hands, laughing softly.

"Yuta-kun looks like you're in a pickle. Need a hand?"

But Yuta only chuckled.

He stepped forward, unfazed by the weapons and hostility pointed his way.

"Nah, no thanks, Gojo-sensei. I got this."

He said casually. 

Maki narrowed her eyes.

"Oh really? What exactly could you do, kid?"

Yuta smirked, his expression shifting with a strange intensity that sent a chill down the spine of everyone in the room.

"Three words..."

He said softly.

"It's playtime, Rika-chan."

JJK

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