"Rebirth and Wishes":
A dark, starless void.
I float weightlessly, feeling neither hot nor cold — just a hum, deep and steady, like the universe itself breathing in slow rhythm.
Jake:
"So this is how it's feels like to die.
Then something flickers in the distance — a light, faint at first, then growing brighter until it shapes itself into something almost human.
Jake:
"What in the.. helllie bron james is that.
A voice echoes softly, low and amused.
God:
"Hmm… another soul pulled from the river of endings. I wonder… what kind of story are you hoping to write in this next life?"
Jake:
If I Remeber right ..this should be like... hmmm.. the beginning of one of thoes isekai stories right ?.
And I look up and
Before me stands a figure — the Isekai God.
Jake(thoughts):
They look human, and yet… not. Their hair ripples through shifting colors like ink in water; their eyes shimmer with constellations that rearrange themselves.
God:
"You've died," they say, smiling faintly. "And I'm in a generous mood. You may be reborn in another world of your choosing. You already have one in mind, don't you?"
Jake:
Well let me think...fast in the furious..nah ..dragon ball ..not this time.. man I could go anywhere ..
Their head tilts slightly, as if reading my thoughts.
God:
"Ah… Jujutsu Kaisen, is it? A world of cursed energy, endless struggle, and fleeting light. Fascinating — dangerous, but fascinating."
Jake:
But...I did not say anything.. ohh whatever ..
Jake:
"but Yes," I say. "That's the world I want."
The stars pulse faintly around us, like they're listening.
God:
"As custom dictates," the God continues, "you'll receive three wishes before you're reborn. Choose wisely — your choices will shape everything. The stronger your wishes, the more attention you'll draw in that world."
The void ripples, and three glowing sigils form before me, swirling slowly in the air.
God:
"So then, mortal reborn… tell me. What are your three wishes?"
Jake
I take a deep breath. "My first wish… I want all of Sukuna's innate curse techniques."
The God's brows lift slightly.
God:
"Ambitious. You'll inherit the full range of techniques that once belonged to Ryomen Sukuna — the mastery of slashing cursed energy and other lethal abilities tied to his nature. These powers will be sealed within your soul at birth, gradually awakening as your body and cursed energy mature, so that you do not burn yourself out instantly."
Jake:
"My second wish," I continue, "is to have unique eyes from the Heian Era — comparable to the Gojo Clan's Six Eyes."
The God nods slowly, amused.
God:
"Your eyes will be a divine counterpart to Gojo's Six Eyes. You'll be able to perceive the flow of cursed energy down to the atomic level and will have to awaken to gain their infinite curse energy reserves they will give you . But overuse will exhaust your brain and vision, forcing restraint and mastery over time."
Jake:
I pause before my last wish. "For my final wish, I want mastery over Binding Vows — complete understanding of their nature and potential."
The God's tone softens, though their eyes gleam with warning.
God:
"A binding vow is a sacred pact — a contract between yourself and your own cursed energy. Restriction breeds power; sacrifice grants strength. But remember, mortal: if you fail your vow, your body and your energy will rebel against you. The stronger the limitation, the greater the reward — and the heavier the punishment."
The void begins to tremble. The God's form flickers, colors of eternity burning behind their eyes.
God:
"Ambitious indeed," they murmur. "To walk the path of comprehension and power. Very well — I'll grant your wishes. But remember, the stronger the gift, the heavier the curse that follows."
Jake:
"I'll remember," I say quietly. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
The God steps forward and presses their hand against my chest. A mark burns into me — a black sun with a white core.
God:
"These are not toys, mortal. You'll be born with their seeds, but growth will demand pain and sacrifice. They'll show you truth… but truth devours sanity."
Then I'm pulled downward — spiraling through endless light — until darkness consumes me.
Year 1984, Japan — Hidden Village of the Kurai Clan
The world opens with sound.
Rain on rooftops. The smell of wet earth.
The sky orange and crimson.
A small house surrounded by towering cedar trees. Inside, the panting and screams of a pregnant women came as a child is born — silent at first, then his eyes open.
The midwife gasps.
Ayaka
"His eyes… they're glowing crimson like blood—!"
In the reflection of those newborn eyes — my eyes — rivers of blood and ancient battles flicker faintly, the echo of cursed energy from another era.
My mother, Kurai Ayaka, a minor jujutsu sorcerer with light brown almond shaped eyes.. thin soft wide lips a small narrow nose.. thick black eyebrows and raven black long hair with her light pale skin , holding me weakly, trembling. She senses it — the ancient, overwhelming pressure radiating from her infant son.
My skin pale almost sickly ..but like a vampire.. small veins visible near my eyes with a crystalline like vigure my skin shined.. and the hair raven jet black like the aybss ..and long longer and upper eyelashes but the attention.. when looking at me is in my eyes ..crimson like blood showing scenes of ancient battle .
Ayaka:
"He's not ordinary," she whispers. "His cursed energy… it feels alive. His name will be Kai."
Clan leader:
Could that be.. the lost technique of the kamo clan ..the eyes of demon and blood and battle the demon cry eyes.
And that's me — Kai Kurai, reborn into a small, secluded branch of the Kamo line. The Kurai Clan had long faded into obscurity — known only for their sensitivity to cursed energy, but lacking the techniques to stand with the great families.
The elders whispered that my birth would either restore their name… or doom us all.
Time Skip — Age 5
I stand on a cliff overlooking the forest, cursed energy flickering around my hands like heat haze.
I've trained in secret since I could walk, feeling the strange pulse in my eyes each time I watched a sorcerer channel energy. My vision traces every line of it — the flow, the rhythm, the structure. With concentration, I can mimic it, if only for a few moments.
Kai:
"I really came into this world only a year ago," I whisper to myself. "When I gained cursed energy, I made my first binding vow."
I remember it clearly:
Kai:
"I sacrifice the ability to ever use Black Flash again, in exchange for only my physical body, speed, and durability developing like that of a Heavenly Restriction user. Let it adapt as I grow."
Kai(thoughts):
Black Flash — the ultimate expression of cursed energy, the moment of total harmony between mind and power when done it increases potential and strength and the curse energy reserves now — gone forever.
But that loss became my greatest strength. My cursed energy recognized the sacrifice, and my body began to evolve, pushing itself to compensate.
If I could no longer rely on growth potential and precision boost, then I had to become the weapon — faster, stronger, more durable, forged through restraint and adaptation.
And slowly, I started to feel Sukuna's cursed techniques stirring within me. My slashes carved stone, instinctive and uncontrollable. The elders called it "the King's curse." Rumors spread — that I carried the soul of a demon.
Kai:
With this now I know curse technique: Cleave.. and hopefully I can learn the reversal technique: dismantle in future..but for now things are going to plan.. all I need is a few years and find a way to get into Tokyo high ..some how?
The Night of the Raid
Sky was dark covered in something like a murky liquid
I woke to the smell of smoke. My mother stood by the door, trembling, eyes wide. Outside, screams echoed through the rain.
Ayaka:
No noo ..stay away from my son.. "her voice shaking" don't hurt my baby..
Our compound was burning shades.. of red and orange filling the dark with flame. A group of exorcists — rogue sorcerers — had come, drawn by the rumors of the demon child with blood-red eyes.
Flames danced in the halls as my mother pushed me behind her.
Ayaka:
"Stay behind me, Kai!"
Kai:
But Mom I can protect you
Ayaka:
No!! Kai ..Mommy will keep you safe.. you have to just stay alive... can you do that for mommy.. Kai.
I watched the tears tip out that beatiful face.. of a mother that was always radiant.. cheerful and the pain.. the thought that she would lose her son.
But one of the intruders sneered.
Curse user:
"That child's cursed energy… it's wrong. Those eyes — he's a curse spirit! We'll purify him now, before he becomes another Sukuna!"
They struck my mother down. She fell, unconscious, her body limp.
Kai:
No mom!
And at that moment something snapped something inside me .
The world slowed with a glow. My cursed energy roared to life. For the first time, my Demon Cry Eyes fully opened.
Then the surrounding turned to crimson ..all the colours of the world faded..
I saw everything — the flow of their energy, the weakness in their techniques, the heartbeat inside their chests. My body moved on instinct, and slashes of cursed energy tore through the air, cutting space itself.
The attackers screamed as their own bodies turned against them, reflected and twisted. Without being abke to move as the invisible blades of Cleave struck them ..When it was over, the compound lay in ruin. I stood in the rain, blood dripping from my fingertips, chest heaving.blood in rivers and my eyes pulsed ..then all the corpses melted flesh and bone turning into blood ..as it all floated into the air.. all with the shade of crimson covering the world.. as it all went into my eyes as the world's colour returned.. and leaving only small cracks of crimson veins ..like blood around my eyes as small tears of blood left my eyes as it they dimmed.. with only the buring houses and the countless debris.. from the slashes remained with no corpses left .
The thunder above cracked open the sky.
Then I heard a voice behind me.
Yaga:
"...Interesting. Even at this age, you can use such powerful cursed techniques? What are you, kid?"
I turned to see a tall man, broad-shouldered, his glasses half-slipped, eyes sharp with curiosity.
Masamichi Yaga, though younger than I remembered him from the anime — maybe in his early thirties.
Yaga:
"You've got dangerous energy for someone so small," he said. "Ever thought about learning control? About becoming someone who saves ?"
He offered his hand, rain dripping down his sleeve.
Yaga:
"Come with me. You'll be safer under my watch. I'll teach you how to use that power."
I looked back at my mother, lying motionless in the mud.
Kai:
"My mom… she's over there. Please — save her too."
Yaga nodded. He carried us both away from the burning ruins.
Year 2004 — Jujutsu High (First Year students )
(to be continued…)