Ryota Fujimura had long accepted that his mother was an unstoppable force of nature. The kind that wouldn't listen to reason, mercy, or the concept of personal choice.
And last night was just another reminder of that.
"My decision is final. You are going to Jujutsu High."
"Why?"
"For all sorts of reasons, my dear. You need to socialize, you need an actual life... and you need proper guidance for your abilities."
"I'm already strong enough. Stronger than most people could ever dream of being."
"You barely know the basics of Jujutsu, and That's not the point."
Ryota groaned and buried his face in his pillow. "I don't wanna deal with weirdos who fight monsters for fun."
"That's supposed to be every boy's dream."
"Who in hell gave you that idea?"
"Your aunt Utahime, of course..."
"..." *I should have known.* "Then why not the Tech school in Kyoto? She's a supervisor there, so why Tokyo Jujutsu Tech?"
"Because she can't handle you, of course. Utahime pampers you even more than I do. If I send you to Kyoto, you'll never achieve anything. Hence, I can only hand you over to someone more capable..."
His face was stunned for a second. "No, you don't mean..."
"That's right. The only one strong enough and possessing the energy for your antics—Satoru Gojo."
"Kill me now." He said, falling face-first into the couch.
"..."
Reika sighed. "Listen, Ryota, you're too powerful to just sit at home doing nothing. And honestly, I'm tired of people asking me what I plan to do with you and when I plan to marry you off."
"I'm not a prize to be handed out. Neither am I the son of a prominent sorcerer clan. Plus, that sounds like a you problem," Ryota mumbled.
Reika's eyebrow twitched. "I swear to God, Ryota, I will drag you there myself—"
She moved, disappearing from the door as she reached for him. Her hand grabbed empty air where the couch pillow had been.
Ryota had casually sidestepped, not even bothering to look up from his prone position. She lunged. He rolled. The two moved around the room in what looked like a blur to normal eyes—an impromptu game of tag between a Special Grade Sorcerer and her overpowered but unwilling son.
That's right. Reika Fujimura was a Sorcerer of Special Grade status.
"Just accept your fate!" she huffed.
"Mom, you do realize if you hand me over to Gojo, you're basically giving me to an even bigger weirdo, right?"
Reika stopped mid-swing. Then sighed.
"...Yeah. But at least you'll be his problem then."
Before Ryota could protest further, she appeared behind him in a burst of cursed energy and grabbed him by the back of his collar.
And just like that, his fate was sealed.
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**Ryota's POV**
That was how last night's events ended, followed by a plane trip from Sendai to Tokyo—which was odd in itself when I had a mother who could teleport at will and technically, so could I.
Something about "mother-son bonding moments." Unfortunately, I slept through the two-hour flight.
She got mad, apparently, and when we arrived at our Tokyo residence, I was literally kicked out of the house.
"Out, you lazy bag of bones. Until 5 PM, I don't want to see you back here. Get a life."
Bang!
The door slammed shut.
Thirty minutes later, I found myself here—in a random diner in Tokyo, about to have what would most likely be dinner. I had the next two hours to myself before I had to meet Satoru Gojo and the principal of Tokyo Jujutsu Tech.
I had planned to spend it having a meal, then walking around enjoying the last few hours of pure freedom I had left.
But apparently, life had other plans.
The diner smelled of grilled meat and coffee, but I barely paid attention.
Sitting in a booth, I gave my order to the pretty brown-haired waitress who flashed me a bright smile and turned my attention elsewhere.
"Hi... first time here?"
"Yes."
"Nice. May I ask what attracted you here?"
"Just the decor, I guess."
I thought, resisting the urge to rub my temples while adding inwardly, *Although now I wish it hadn't.*
As the waitress left, my attention was drawn to the table not far away with four seated guests. Not four actually—at least everyone else here only saw one man sitting.
However, I saw four. Each with strange appearances.
One looked like a humanoid volcano, his skin pale white with magma bubbling from his head that resembled Mount Fuji. Another had a muscular plant-like body, strangely serene yet somehow the most vicious-looking of them all.
The third, the most normal-looking, gave off a strong presence—despite being dressed weirdly, he was quite handsome. At least, he would be if not for the stitching across his forehead like it had been sewn on.
The fourth looked like a red octopus creature. Normal people couldn't see these things.
As the child of a Special Grade Sorcerer, I didn't need to be told what they were.
Cursed spirits, no doubt. From the looks of it, strong ones too. I squinted slightly, enhancing my vision through sheer will—one of the smaller benefits of my multiversal access was perfect understanding of how to optimize my body.
I could sense the energy flowing within them. It was strong. Even stronger than my mom's.
Meaning these were all Special Grade Cursed Spirits, sitting in a diner and chatting with a human male.
Most likely a cursed user then. Special Grade too. Four special grades sitting in one place and apparently... conversing. Well, this couldn't be good.
It seemed these ones had gained enough intelligence to actually communicate.
My hearing sharpened as I listened in.
"...Satoru Gojo. I wonder, could we kill him if we joined forces?"
I wasn't expecting that, but I wasn't too surprised either. I never knew much about Jujutsu Kaisen in my previous life—it hadn't been on my watch list.
In this fictional world however, I had heard of his reputation.
The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of the modern age, head of the Gojo clan and holder of the legendary Six Eyes and Limitless technique.
Not sure how much strength those words translated to, but he was definitely strong. Plus, his personality was apparently naturally annoying.
Hence, it wasn't surprising to see a few Special Grade curses discussing his downfall together.
"I would recommend you focus your energy on sealing him instead of killing him."
"We'll use the Special Grade Cursed Object—Prison Realm."
"Prison Realm?" The ugly cursed spirit suddenly got excited, and a burst of lava emerged from his head, changing the atmosphere.
*Great, a walking volcano with an ego complex. Probably thinks he's hot stuff. Literally.*
Bang!
My thoughts were interrupted as I saw a waiter dash out of the diner in fear. Now that was interesting.
*Did he see them?*
"Hey you, get back here!" I turned to see his manager shouting at his disappearing back.
"Prison Realm? That horrible thing?" The walking volcano man yelled again, lava erupting from his head in larger volumes as he got excited.
I frowned slightly, my senses picking up the rising heat. *He's increasing the temperature.*
"Relax, Jogo. You'll overheat the place," the cursed user said to the volcano man who apparently went by Jogo.
*Jogo? Isn't that just Gojo's syllables in reverse.*
I complained internally before turning my gaze away as the waitress arrived with my order. Finally, dinner time.
As for the cursed spirits and the cursed user planning to destroy Satoru Gojo, I didn't bother getting involved.
I had figured out my place in this world early on. What I was, where I was, and most importantly, what I wanted—nothing to do with any of it.
If a problem could be ignored, it probably wasn't that important. This was my philosophy.
Was it lame? Maybe. Was it lazy? Perhaps. Did I care? No.
I was a transmigrator from Earth with the standard configuration: rebirth, cheat ability, and half-orphaned status.
My dad died months before I awakened my memories. My mom was a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer. I wasn't part of a large clan, so I wasn't some young master who had to uphold family glory and image.
I could eat, sleep, game, and spend all my time doing whatever I wanted, however I wanted.
Fighting four enemies with Special Grade strength? Totally not worth the effort.
Besides, they seemed to be having a civilized conversation about murdering and sealing Satoru Gojo so he wouldn't interfere in their top secret plan.
I also didn't care about that. In fact, I sincerely hoped they could succeed. After all, Gojo dying meant I didn't have to go to Jujutsu Tech in Tokyo.
If they could somehow pull it off, then I could get my old life back. Or at the very least, get sent to Kyoto to spend my days with Aunt Utahime.
Either one would work for me.
"Well, I should probably warn someone. But if I did, I'd be dragged into this mess even faster. So... nope. Not my problem."
So I planned to simply enjoy my meal and leave.
I slurped my ramen as I watched the manager walking toward their table.
This was all Gojo's problem, not mine. For potentially ruining my perfect life, the bastard could handle this one himself.
Besides, with his title of strongest sorcerer, it probably wouldn't amount to much.
Though I'd have to see the guy to judge for myself.
Unfortunately, things quickly spiraled when Jogo, getting a little too excited, slammed his fist against the table.
"How are you, sir? Have you decided on..." the manager began.
FOOOOOSH
Heat rushed through the air, warping everything in its path. The manager barely had time to scream—one second he stood there, the next his uniform disintegrated, flames consuming his body in an instant. The sickening smell of burning flesh filled the diner.
He didn't even have the opportunity to scream. Someone else did, though.
The waitress.
Seeing her manager burst into flames, she screamed at the top of her lungs while dropping the dishes in her hands. The remaining customers in the diner were horrified.
Looking at the scene, I frowned deeply.
"This day just keeps getting worse."
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