Chapter One : Jujutsu
In an apartment in the city of Tokyo, Obito Zenin could not believe exactly what he was seeing.
He had woken up, and he was staring at his new image.
The form he was supposed to be in forever.
Just a short while ago, he had been an office worker at a security company.
He loved reading manga, comics, and novels in his spare time.
But in the next moment, he found himself in this house.
And the worst part?
That only half a minute later, the memories belonging to the owner of this body began pouring into his head.
His name was Obito Zenin.
He was from the Zenin Clan, one of the three great clans.
His age now was 14 years old.
He lived alone after being expelled from the Zenin Clan for lacking talent.
But because he was a man, everyone didn't treat him as just a future breeding tool.
And that made Obito sigh and feel relieved.
Because in the end, if he had been a girl somehow, as happens in all those stupid works these days, and instead of being a man he became a woman, his life would have been kicked straight to hell.
One could see the life of Maki Zenin and how the clan treated her in the end.
But the moment...
"I am now a member of the Zenin Clan..."
"Will she commit the massacre of the future? No, why would she do that? She doesn't kill innocent people, right?"
Then, as I said that, a strange memory surfaced in my head.
Me, standing and mocking the girl before hitting her.
That girl was distinguished by possessing great physical strength, in addition to glasses and black hair tinged with green.
That girl was nine years old at the time.
And I was the same age.
I stood in front of the mirror, stunned.
"You fool, you bastard!"
I growled, looking at my face in the mirror.
My face was, of course, drastically different from my previous face, so I had no problem cursing it.
I felt anger rising in my mind to such a degree that I went to the refrigerator, which barely had anything in it.
I grabbed a water bottle and drank half of it straight down.
My throat felt parched as I felt this anger seeping through me like a volcano from within.
But it didn't matter.
Because I knew now that I had done something insane.
I had literally insulted the future Clan Massacre Killer.
And if I remembered correctly, I was now the same age as Maki Zenin, and her twins should now be 15.
The beginning of the story's events is when everyone is 17.
And I was getting dangerously close. Or, more precisely, the owner of this body had already entered his 15th year more than a week ago.
Yes, this was the shock.
I had two years.
And if the story was correct, then... indeed, the Culling Game Project had definitely begun.
That madman who wants to take the lives of half of Japan's population.
Frankly, I sound stupid when I think about it.
Why would he take half the lives?
He wants to take the lives of all of Japan's population and throw them into forming a curse, just out of curiosity.
"What the hell did I do in my previous life to get transported to this place by that bastard who brought me to this world?!"
Obito punched the wall.
He even shouted and did everything a 15-year-old teenager would do.
If there had been someone in the room watching, they would have seen a young man hitting everything while almost crying at the same time.
Of course, the young man was strangely thin, but fitting for a 15-year-old.
But in the end, the young man suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something important.
"Wait... what should I do now?"
"Should I leave Japan and travel to another country?"
This idea was logical.
After all, the best way to get out of all this chaos was to go to another country.
But when he remembered that, thanks to that mad world, it would be discovered that all Japanese people possess cursed energy, he would be caught in any country he went to.
Even if he went to another country and got a different nationality, the question remained: how would he do that?
I have no connections, and it doesn't seem Obito had any either.
Me and him, with no way to get a passport or change our nationality.
So how could I leave this miserable country?
"Calm down... there must be a way."
And as I was thinking about that, I only noticed in brief moments that there was a vibration sound coming from below my feet.
And that thing was definitely a phone.
I looked at the caller and was shocked.
At the same time, I noticed that this house was small, very small indeed.
Just a simple apartment in a Tokyo neighborhood.
I didn't know if the Zenin were this poor, or if I, Obito, was just unlucky.
(I frankly choose the second option.)
The caller, whose number was written very clearly, was no one but a name I never wanted to say.
But I was forced.
I couldn't not answer the call.
Because the person on the other end might send someone to kill me just because I angered him in a certain way.
And no need to ask what "a certain way" means.
Even by not answering just once, that might be the trivial reason that anyone ordinary finds unimportant, but for the other party, it's just contempt towards him.
Which makes him kill me without the slightest thought.
Obito took a deep breath and started thinking, adjusting his tone of voice to sound like Obito's original tone.
And after making sure for only 10 seconds, because he didn't want to keep the phone waiting, he took a deep breath and said:
"I'm sorry, Young Master Naoya Sama."
No sound came from the other side.
But frankly, my mind started forming an image of the young man behind the phone receiver, who was definitely smiling contemptuously while holding the phone.
It seemed as if he was amusing himself somewhere.
Finally, I didn't say anything. I was silent, waiting for the voice.
As for why I did that and didn't hang up directly as anyone else would do, thinking the person dialed the wrong number, the answer was clear.
The one calling me was Naoya Zenin.
Son of the family head, Naobito.
This person is literally disturbed, has high narcissism, and doesn't care about my life or anyone else's in the world.
He thinks he's the best in this entire world.
A person literally born with a golden spoon in his mouth.
And all that will end in the future.
But at this moment, I am just Obito Zenin, a young man who possesses nothing and barely has any cursed energy.
He hasn't even discovered what cursed technique he got yet.
"Why did you delay answering my call, you disgusting thing?"
This is Naoya.
No need to say, this is his way of addressing me.
He never says my name, just calls me "disgusting thing."
But will I curse him? Yes, definitely.
But in my dreams, in addition to the times I'm 100% sure there are no cameras filming me.
But contrary to my thoughts, I smiled a calm smile so I could make the pretense seem more sincere.
"I apologize to you, Young Master. I hope Your Excellency will have mercy on this disgusting thing."
Yes, I say things like this with all the humility in the word.
Because I might die at the hands of this bastard who, if he wants, in one way or another, I will die a horrible death.
"Fine, I'll forgive you because you're behaving well, you disgusting thing. You should thank me more, I'm very generous with you."
"Anyway, you have to go to Kyoto Academy starting tomorrow."
And before I understood anything, a message arrived, and the line was cut off.
I looked stunned at the message on the phone.
And at the same time, in my mind, I imagined myself farther and farther away, far away from leaving this country with its miserable future.
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End of Chapter.
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