Chapter 1: Introductions
The Gojo Clan compound rested deep within a quiet forest, far removed from the noise of the modern world. Tall cedar trees surrounded the estate like silent guardians, their branches whispering softly whenever the wind passed through them. Stone pathways wound between traditional buildings with curved roofs and white wooden walls, giving the entire compound the feeling of an ancient stronghold that had existed long before the cities of Japan ever rose.
Walking along one of those stone paths was a young boy.
He had silver hair that shimmered faintly under the afternoon sun and bright blue eyes that held an oddly relaxed expression for someone born into one of the most powerful families in the jujutsu world. His outfit was simple and comfortable—far less formal than what one might expect from a member of the prestigious Gojo clan.
A loose blue hoodie.
Black short pants.
His hands were buried deep inside his pockets as he walked at a slow, unhurried pace.
There was no tension in his shoulders. No urgency in his steps. If anything, the boy looked like someone who had absolutely nowhere important to be.
Which, in a way, was true.
The boy's name was Sanjiro Gojo.
He was the younger brother of the strongest sorcerer of the modern era—Gojo Satoru.
But Sanjiro had not always been Sanjiro.
In his previous life, he had been nothing remarkable. Just a tired salaryman working endless hours behind a desk, surviving on cheap coffee and convenience-store meals. His life had been painfully ordinary.
Until one night, everything ended beneath the headlights of a speeding car.
He remembered the screech of tires.
The blinding lights.
And then darkness.
But just before his consciousness completely faded, something strange had appeared in front of him.
A glowing system screen.
It had floated in the darkness like a strange miracle.
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[System Activated]
[Would you like to receive a second chance at life?]
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Sanjiro had barely needed a moment to think.
After all, he had already died once.
What was the worst that could happen?
So he accepted.
And just like that, his story began again.
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Now he was here.
Reborn in an entirely different world.
A world filled with cursed energy, sorcerers, and monsters born from human negativity.
And somehow, by fate or pure absurd luck, he had been born into one of the most powerful families within that world.
The Gojo Clan.
One of the Three Great Clans of Japan, alongside the Kamo Clan and the Zenin Clan.
For generations, these three clans had maintained a delicate balance of power within the jujutsu society. Each family possessed its own powerful techniques and traditions, ensuring that no single clan could dominate the others.
For centuries, the system worked.
Until one child was born.
Gojo Satoru.
Born with both the Six Eyes and the Limitless technique, a combination so rare it had not appeared for hundreds of years.
His birth alone shook the foundations of the jujutsu world.
Within the Gojo clan, it was a moment of celebration.
Within the other clans?
It was a nightmare.
Suddenly the balance of power had shattered.
Assassins were hired.
Curse users were secretly sent.
Mercenaries attempted to infiltrate the compound.
But none succeeded.
From the moment he was born, Satoru was protected by the strongest barriers and guarded constantly by Grade 1 sorcerers. He rarely left the clan compound, and whenever he did, powerful escorts surrounded him.
Now the question remained.
Where exactly did Sanjiro fit into all of this?
As the younger brother of Gojo Satoru, enormous expectations had been placed upon his shoulders since the day he could walk.
The elders constantly compared him to his older brother.
The trainers pushed him relentlessly.
Every day was filled with lessons, training, discipline, and more training.
Sanjiro let out a long yawn.
"Man… this is exhausting."
He stretched lazily as he continued walking.
"Dang it, all this training. I just wanna slack off for once. But nooo…"
He suddenly straightened his back and deepened his voice, perfectly mimicking one of his trainers.
"You are the young master of the Gojo Clan! You cannot fall behind your elder brother!"
He dropped the act and sighed.
"Yeah, yeah… heard it a thousand times already."
The Gojo compound covered a massive area within the forest. Its buildings stretched across acres of land, with gardens, training grounds, and living quarters carefully arranged within powerful protective barriers.
As the younger brother of the clan's most prized sorcerer, Sanjiro had lived his entire life surrounded by comfort and protection.
Yet there was one strange thing about his upbringing.
He had never met his parents.
Not even once.
His parents were weak sorcerers by the clan's standards, considered insignificant compared to the overwhelming talent of their children. Because of this, the clan elders had made a decision early on.
The two brothers would be raised within the clan itself.
Their parents would remain distant figures, removed from their daily lives entirely.
It was cold.
Traditional.
Cruel, even.
But that was simply how powerful clans operated.
Sanjiro didn't dwell on it much.
There was little point thinking about people he had never truly known.
Another strange thing about the jujutsu world was the belief that siblings were a bad omen. Many clans avoided having multiple heirs because it could create conflict, rivalry, or even tragedy.
Yet Sanjiro had never experienced any discrimination because of it.
Perhaps it was because of Satoru.
Or perhaps the clan simply didn't dare treat the younger brother of their strongest sorcerer poorly.
Either way, Sanjiro was quietly grateful.
Eventually, the stone path opened into a wide clearing.
The training grounds.
Wooden dummies stood planted in the dirt, their surfaces scarred from years of attacks. This was where young clan members practiced their cursed techniques and trained their bodies.
Sanjiro walked up to one of the dummies and stared at it.
"…y'know," he muttered.
He tilted his head slightly.
"I wood rather sleep than train here."
He paused dramatically.
"…get it? wood?"
Silence.
The dummy did not laugh.
Sanjiro sighed.
"I need to talk with more people."
With a casual flick of his hand, cursed energy gathered.
A bone appeared in his grasp—long and white, roughly the size of a staff.
Without ceremony, he swung it.
THUNK.
The bone slammed into the wooden dummy.
THUNK.
Again.
THUNK.
Again.
For several minutes he casually beat the training dummy while humming to himself.
Eventually he stopped and wiped sweat from his forehead.
"Alright… boring exercise time."
Push-ups.
Twenty.
Squats.
Twenty.
Pull-ups.
Twenty.
By the time he dropped back to the ground, his arms trembled from exhaustion.
Sanjiro flopped onto the dirt.
"…i miss air conditioning."
With a small wave of his hand, a translucent screen appeared in front of him.
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[Name: Sanjiro Gojo]
[Template: Sans Undertale — 15%]
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This was the system that had followed him into his new life.
When he turned four years old, it had finally activated and given him a Beginner Pack.
Inside was a Random Character Template Card.
When he used it…
Well.
He received the template of a certain lazy skeleton known for bad puns and reality-breaking attacks.
Honestly?
Sanjiro thought the personality fit him perfectly.
Another notification appeared.
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[Daily Quest — Completed]
Push-ups: 20/20
Pull-ups: 20/20
Squats: 20/20
Use ability: 5 minutes
Reward: 20 Fusion Points
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Sanjiro groaned.
"Only twenty points… seriously?"
Fusion Points increased the percentage of his template.
But the cost was absurd.
1000 points for 1%.
It had taken him five entire years just to reach fifteen percent.
At this pace, he might finish the template around retirement age.
He scrolled further down.
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Abilities
Cursed Energy: Special Grade
Bone Manipulation — Grade 1
Extreme Dodging — Grade 2
Blue Bone Attacks — Grade 4
Orange Bone Attacks — Grade 4
Reality-Breaking Combat Tricks — Grade 2
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Sanjiro scratched his head.
"Not bad, I guess."
Because of his massive cursed energy reserves, the clan already considered him extremely talented.
Though the system had another side effect.
It also influenced his personality slightly.
Which explained why he had become lazy, mischievous, and fond of terrible jokes.
Sanjiro sighed dramatically.
"At this speed, it'll take ages before I fully absorb all these abilities."
Just then—
A large shadow fell over him.
Sanjiro blinked and looked up.
The moment he saw the person standing there, his relaxed expression instantly turned sour.
"It's you."
His voice carried clear irritation.
Standing above him was a tall teenager with messy white hair and a grin far too wide for comfort.
Black sunglasses rested on his face, and his entire posture radiated chaotic energy.
Gojo Satoru.
His older brother.
And easily the most annoying person in Sanjiro's life.
Satoru spread his arms dramatically.
"Yes! I have returned, my dear brother!"
He struck a ridiculous heroic pose.
Sanjiro stared at him flatly.
"What do you want?"
He didn't even bother hiding the annoyance in his voice.
Satoru grinned wider.
"Well, my little snowball, you see, my classmates and I were sent out today to exorcise a few cursed spirits around the city."
Sanjiro raised an eyebrow.
"…and?"
Satoru leaned down slightly.
"So I thought—why not bring you along?"
Sanjiro's eyes lit up immediately.
"Go on."
He gestured lazily for Satoru to continue.
Satoru placed a hand on his chest proudly.
"I know you're bored being cooped up here. Trust me, I get it. Being constantly pampered by the clan is exhausting."
Sanjiro nodded seriously.
"Finally. Someone understands my suffering."
"So!" Satoru continued proudly. "I'm taking you with me. You can hang out, learn about cursed spirits, and witness the greatness of your amazing older brother in action."
He finished with a confident grin.
Then leaned down to pat Sanjiro's head.
Sanjiro instantly dodged.
Satoru blinked.
Then tried again.
Sanjiro dodged again.
Satoru's grin widened.
"Wow. Your dodging really improved."
Sanjiro smirked.
"yeah well… guess you could say i've got good reflexes."
Satoru suddenly lunged forward.
Sanjiro sidestepped smoothly.
Satoru stumbled slightly but caught himself.
When he turned around again, Sanjiro stood behind him with his hands in his pockets and a smug expression.
"What's wrong?" Sanjiro asked innocently.
Satoru's eyes sharpened.
Then he walked slowly toward him.
Sanjiro attempted to dodge again—
But suddenly froze.
His body refused to move.
He realized instantly what had happened.
Infinity.
Satoru walked closer.
And closer.
Sanjiro struggled helplessly.
Then—
Pat.
Satoru placed a hand on his head.
And immediately started pinching his cheeks.
"Hah! You dare act smug toward me?"
He stretched Sanjiro's cheeks mercilessly.
"Me! Gojo Satoru!"
Sanjiro struggled furiously.
His cheeks were being abused by this devil of a brother.
Just as he was about to explode—
Someone coughed.
Both brothers turned.
Two teenagers stood nearby.
One had long black hair tied back neatly and calm, intelligent eyes.
The other had short brown hair and looked thoroughly unimpressed.
Sanjiro's eyes immediately lit up.
"Geto-san! Ieri-chan! Help me!"
The black-haired boy walked forward calmly.
Without a word, he grabbed Satoru by the head—
And threw him away.
Satoru flipped midair and landed smoothly.
Dusting off his clothes like nothing happened.
"Hey, hey! What was that for?" he complained.
Geto adjusted his sleeve calmly.
"If your 'brotherly affection' delays us any further, then yes, attacking you is justified."
Meanwhile, Shoko helped Sanjiro to his feet.
She gently patted his head.
Sanjiro allowed it.
"Thanks," he muttered.
Shoko sighed.
"Guys, hurry up. If we're late again, Yaga-sensei will yell at us."
Satoru groaned.
"Ugh, that guy has no sense of humor."
And with that, the four of them began walking toward the exit of the Gojo compound.
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Elsewhere within the estate…
A gray-haired man stood silently on a balcony overlooking the main gates.
He watched as the four figures walked away.
The man's name was Kozuki Gojo.
The current head of the Gojo Clan.
An elderly Grade 1 sorcerer and the grand-uncle of both Satoru and Sanjiro.
Behind him, another man bowed respectfully.
"My lord… is it truly safe to allow young master Sanjiro outside the compound?"
Kozuki remained silent for several moments.
"Even if he is with Lord Satoru," the man continued, "there is still danger."
Finally, Kozuki spoke.
"You must have faith."
His voice was calm and deep.
"They are the future of the Gojo clan."
He looked out toward the distant forest.
"With Satoru there… no harm will come to Sanjiro."
The man bowed again.
"As you wish, Lord Gojo."
Far beyond the gates, four young sorcerers walked toward the outside world.
And for Sanjiro Gojo—
This was only the beginning of his second life.