One month after my first real fight—
something in jujutsu of the world shifted.
I was brushing my teeth when the world went white.
Not bright.
Empty.
Then—
A girl laughing.
A gunshot.
Blood blooming against stone.
I dropped the toothbrush.
Cursed energy erupted from my body, cracking the bathroom mirror.
"No," I whispered.
This wasn't prediction.
This wasn't possibility.
This was certainty.
The Shōgan tore through its illusion.
Black sclera.
Crimson irises.
Two tomoe rotating slowly.
And I saw it.
The threads of fate.
One snapped.
Riko Amanai.
Dead.
I inhaled once.
Then activated amplification.
"Izanami."
The world stopped.
Not physically.
Conceptually.
Everything slowed into layers.
SHŌGAN – AMPLIFIED STATE
In amplification, every aspect of the Shōgan reached its limit.
PERCEPTION
I no longer just saw through space.
I traveled through it.
Distance lost meaning. I could step through folds of reality. I saw the weaknesses of structures, bodies, techniques — fault lines in existence itself.
I could see changes in fate.
INSIGHT
My understanding of jujutsu deepened to its core principles.
Flow.
Output.
Atomic-level cursed energy manipulation.
I could feel how sorcerers shaped energy, how they misaligned it, how it could be perfected.
Prediction sharpened into inevitability.
COPY
Every copied technique functioned at full output.
Simultaneously.
I could even imprint techniques onto others without losing them myself.
HYPNOSIS
Subtle mind control.
Mental loops.
Forced introspection.
Or complete illusionary imprisonment depending on intent.
Neutral Technique: Tsukuyomi
Autonomous combat.
Near-360° perception.
Cursed energy detection.
Dimensional vision.
Fate sensing.
In neutral state, I could access its base abilities.
In amplification—
It became divine.
I reached out and touched the thread of fate.
Reality folded.
I appeared in front of her the exact moment the shot was fired.
Riko Amanai blinked in confusion as a six-year-old boy materialized between her and death.
The bullet hung in the air.
I exhaled.
"Shinra Tensei."
Anti-gravity amplification detonated outward in a violent repulsive wave.
The bullet warped mid-flight and screamed sideways, obliterating a stone wall.
The recoil shattered through my bones.
The Tomoe Seal ignited involuntarily.
Black markings tore across my skin.
Too much output.
Too fast.
But she was alive.
That was enough.
Behind me—
Chaos.
Suguru Geto unleashed curse spirits in a flood of teeth and claws.
And then—
He moved.
Toji Fushiguro.
No cursed energy.
No presence.
Just killing intent so sharp it cut the air.
He carved through Geto's curses like paper.
Efficient.
Clinical.
Absolute.
I grabbed Riko's wrist.
"Run."
Space folded again.
We reappeared at the gates of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
She collapsed, laughing through tears — unaware she had just survived her destined death.
That's when I saw him.
Gojo.
Bleeding.
Cursed energy circulating strangely through his body — like something was trying to solve itself.
And then I felt it.
Toji stepped from shadow.
Geto defeated.
The assassin's gaze landed on Riko.
Then on me.
"…A kid?"
He moved.
So did I.
Amplification still active.
The Shōgan dissected him instantly — muscle fibers, weight distribution, breathing rhythm.
I mirrored him.
Copied his movement flow.
My body screamed.
I was six.
This body was not built for this.
Anti-gravity flared.
Repulsion.
Attraction.
Chunks of stone ripped upward and exploded outward.
Toji cut through it anyway.
The Inverted Spear of Heaven nullified my technique the moment it touched the field.
Clean.
Absolute.
My legs buckled.
Vision blurred.
I was going to lose.
Then—
The air changed.
Cursed energy stabilized.
Perfectly.
Behind me, Gojo stood up.
Not arrogant.
Not smiling.
Awakened.
His Six Eyes burned with clarity.
Toji felt it too.
"…So the monster finally woke up."
Gojo tilted his head slightly.
"You're fast," he said gently.
"But now I can see everything."
Blue activated.
Space collapsed inward.
Toji was dragged violently across the ground.
He flipped mid-air, landing hard, blood at his lips.
He smiled.
Rushed again.
Weapons flashing.
Kill angles perfect.
But Gojo walked through it.
Infinity shimmered around him like a living concept.
Untouchable.
Then—
"Blue."
Collapse.
"Red."
Explosion.
Attraction and repulsion collided.
Space ruptured.
The street disintegrated.
Toji was launched through buildings.
For the first time—
He didn't smile.
Gojo floated slightly above the ground.
Energy endless.
Refined.
Effortless.
"Sorry," he said softly.
"I finally figured it out."
Purple formed.
Not light.
Not darkness.
Erasure.
Toji's instincts screamed.
He charged anyway.
Straight at extinction.
Gojo released it.
The world split open.
I watched.
Engraved every movement.
Every shift of cursed energy.
Not the destruction.
The control.
Atomic precision.
That was what fascinated me.
That was what I wanted.
Toji fell.
Broken.
As he lay there, Gojo asked quietly,
"Any last words?"
Toji coughed blood.
"My son… will be sold to the Zenin clan in a few years. Do what you want with that information."
Megumi.
So that's where he begins.
While their attention lingered—
I moved.
I swallowed the inventory curse.
Then grabbed the Inverted Spear of Heaven.
The moment it dissolved inside me—
A second tomoe formed.
Pain burned through my vision.
New technique unfolding.
Inventory.
Space folded inward inside me.
Weapons.
Tools.
Cursed objects.
Indexed.
Stored.
Understood.
Every cursed tool Toji had carried—
Now mine.
Gojo reunited with Riko and Geto.
I spoke loud enough for them to hear.
"Your junior, Yu Haibara, will die in a few months ON A MISSION."
Silence.
"I won't be coming to SAVE YOU GUYS every time."
Before they could react—
I grabbed Toji's body.
Space bent.
Reality folded.
We vanished.
We reappeared in my bedroom.
I returned home before sunset.