I couldn't tell how long I'd been sitting in that suffocating darkness. Time didn't move here—it dragged like a dying breath. All I had were thoughts. Thoughts and a growing, impossible truth.
I had the Six Eyes.
Those legendary, reality-splitting eyes from Jujutsu Kaisen. The kind of power that made someone nearly untouchable. Untouchable like Gojo Satoru. The strongest.
I wasn't dreaming. I hadn't hallucinated it. The clarity, the way my mind adjusted, the layers of perception—this wasn't fiction anymore.
It was real. I had them.
I tried to focus inward, mimicking every protagonist who had ever tapped into their "inner power." I tried to reach out to these new eyes not with my body, but something deeper—my spirit, maybe my soul.
And that's when I got slapped.
Not physically. No. This was a mental floodgate being ripped open. Every ounce of knowledge encoded in those eyes, passed down through generations of the Gojo family—slammed into me. Limitless. Spatial manipulation. Energy efficiency. Perception control. Even memory from Satoru Gojo himself trying to reconstruct itself in my untrained body.
It was too much.
I blacked out.
When I came to, my body was shaking. My head pounded like a war drum. My thoughts were fractured shards, each one buzzing with cursed technique theory, spatial math, or instinctual battle knowledge.
The Six Eyes weren't just powerful—they were active. Always. There was no way to "turn them off." I now understood why they were so rare. Even the Gojo clan couldn't easily birth someone who could withstand their sheer cognitive strain.
Without mastery of Reverse Cursed Technique or something similar to that to maintain my brain's health… I was practically overheating. My mind felt like it had been microwaved.
That's when desperation made me clever.
I reached down, grabbed my black shirt's sleeve, tore it off, and tied it tightly around my eyes. The moment I did, I felt a veil of silence fall over my mind.
The information stream dulled. Not completely—but enough for me to breathe again.
Even bound, the Six Eyes continued to passively absorb the world's data. I didn't need light anymore. My vision worked in concepts—energy flows, structures, space itself.
And the cave around me?
Pitch-black. Silent. Cold. Unwelcoming.
I had no idea where I was. No food. No water. Nothing. My black trousers and shirt didn't offer much protection or utility. There were no torches. No sounds of wildlife. Just rock, dust, and a creeping sense of isolation.
But if I stayed still, I'd die.
So I walked.
Every step was agony. My limbs weren't trained. My stamina was laughable. But I pushed forward using only one fuel: survival.
My Six Eyes guided me like sonar. I navigated cracks, slopes, uneven terrain. I saw energy signatures embedded in the stone, possibly something ancient or just maybe I was daydreaming of it was even possible.
Hours passed. Maybe days. I couldn't tell.
Eventually, I began to question whether I was still alive. Was this limbo? Purgatory?
That's when I saw it.
A door.
Huge. Silent. Embedded in the wall of the cave like it had always been there, waiting.
To normal eyes, it was just an old slab of rock. Unremarkable.
But my eyes—the Six Eyes—told a different story.
My mind reeled. Colors that didn't exist in any earthly spectrum danced across its surface. energy like circuits laced into its structure, overlapping in fractal-like patterns. My Six Eyes tried to interpret it all—and nearly gave out from the overload.
It was like the door wasn't just seen, it was understood. The concept of the door unraveled in my mind as something more—a gate, maybe a seal. Maybe even a boundary between dimensions.
I didn't care.
A part of me wanted to push it.
So I did.
My body protested. I wasn't strong. Never had been. All I had was sheer will.
I pressed my palms against the door and pushed. Nothing. Then a creak. The ancient stone trembled. It opened—just a crack. Just enough for one scrawny, half-dead idiot like me to slip through.
Then the light came.
Not ordinary light. Not daylight. Not torchlight.
This light was divine. Blinding. Infinite. Like every wavelength of existence condensed into a beam and then split across my face.
Even through my blindfold, my eyes cried out. The Six Eyes began screaming data into my head—depths of analysis I couldn't comprehend, truths I wasn't ready for.
Pain surged through my skull.
But I didn't stop.
I moved. I crawled. One hand, one knee at a time, I squeezed through that narrow gap, chasing the only thing that mattered anymore—
Hope.
The moment I passed the threshold, the door slammed behind me.
And I…
Fell into the light.