POV: Jay
I opened my eyes to the sterile white ceiling of the orphanage—again.
Another day in this boring world.
At least, that's what I thought.
My name is Jay. Or at least, that's what I decided to call myself in this life. I didn't remember my parents. No faces, no voices, no reason why they dumped me here. Just… emptiness.
The caretakers said I was found as a baby, wrapped in a plain blanket, no note, no clues.
Typical tragic backstory. How original.
But I wasn't normal. I knew that much.
For one, I had memories. Not of this world, but of another—a life before this, where anime and manga were just fiction. And in that life, I knew a guy who looked exactly like me.
Gojo Satoru.
White hair, piercing blue eyes, that cocky grin. The strongest.
Except I didn't have his full power. Not yet.
At first, I thought this was just a normal reincarnation. No magic, no monsters, just a second chance at a mundane life.
Then she showed up.
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"Maa~, what an adorable child!"
A woman with soft brown hair and a smile brighter than the sun knelt in front of me. Her warmth was overwhelming.
Wait. No way.
I knew that face. That voice. That aura of overwhelming maternal love.
Mamako Oosuki.
From Do You Love Your Mom and Her Two-Hit Multi-Target Attacks?
My brain short-circuited.
An anime world?!
Before I could process it, Mamako was already hugging me, her chest smothering my face as she cooed. "You're coming home with me, okay~?"
And just like that, I was adopted.
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The Oosuki Household
Turns out, Mamako was a widow in this world. Her son, Masato, was my new stepbrother—a gamer kid who seemed just as awkward about suddenly having a sibling as I was.
But that wasn't the biggest shock.
Our neighbors?
The Yuuki family.
As in, Yuuki Rito—the protagonist of To Love-Ru.
Oh hell no.
If Rito was here, that meant aliens, intergalactic princesses, and world-ending shenanigans were inevitable.
I stared at my tiny hands.
I need to get stronger.
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One day
The Awakening of Six Eyes
It started with headaches.
A pressure behind my eyes, like something was trying to burst out.
Then, one day—snap—the world changed.
I could see it.
Mana. Ki. The flow of energy in everything.
Just like Gojo's Six Eyes, but different.
No cursed energy here. Instead, the world ran on mana and ki—raw, untapped power.
And I could control it.
Not perfectly. Not yet. But enough.
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10 Years of Training
From that day on, I trained.
· Mana Control: Learned to reinforce my body, enhance my senses.
· Ki Manipulation: Pushed my physical limits beyond human.
· Limitless Adaptation: Used mana to replicate Infinity, creating an invisible barrier.
It wasn't easy.
I pushed myself to exhaustion every day. Bruised knuckles, aching muscles, sleepless nights.
But I had to be ready.
Because if this world had To Love-Ru levels of chaos, then sooner or later—
Something was coming.
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(Time skip no jutsu!)
Now, at 15, I look almost exactly like Gojo—white hair, blue eyes, that same sharp gaze.
But my hair? Slightly different. A comma hair, like a mix between him and some korean protagonist.
Masato thinks I'm just a weirdo who trains too much.
Mamako dotes on me like I'm her real son, and Masato hates me for that reason.
Well can't blame him if im in his position i will hate myself too. But I can't tolerate how he treats mama like that.
well maybe i have oedipus complex but it can't be helped, like i mean its mamako she's too kind i need to protect her from danger after all.
And Rito? The poor guy has no idea what's coming.
But I do.
And when it hits—
I'll be ready.
And then...
Tbc