Tiny Yuji and tiny Takeru had completed exactly three minutes of training before collapsing dramatically into the grass.
"I'm tired…"
"My legs exploded…"
Takeru stood above them proudly.
"Excellent work."
"…We ran once," Yuji pointed out.
"Growth mindset."
Young Gojo nodded seriously.
"Elite coaching."
Nanami looked exhausted.
"…These children are being raised by disasters."
Tiny Takeru rolled onto his back and stared at older Takeru with sparkling eyes.
"…So when do I get cool powers?"
Older Takeru crossed his arms thoughtfully.
"…Well…"
A pause.
"You gotta wait a bit."
Tiny Yuji sat up immediately.
"How long!?"
Takeru started counting on his fingers again.
Never a good sign.
"…Okay so…"
He looked at tiny Takeru.
"You're five."
Then he pointed at himself.
"I'm sixteen."
A pause.
Then his eyes widened in horror.
"…WAIT."
Everyone nearby groaned instantly.
"NOT AGAIN."
Takeru grabbed both sides of his head dramatically.
"WAIT SO I HAVE TO WAIT ELEVEN YEARS FOR THE GOOD STUFF!?"
Tiny Takeru gasped like this was the worst news imaginable.
"ELEVEN!?"
Tiny Yuji looked devastated too.
"…That's like… forever…"
Yuji laughed weakly.
"…Yeah I remember feeling like that."
Tiny Takeru pointed accusingly at older Takeru.
"You mean I gotta do SCHOOL first!?"
"…Unfortunately."
"…THIS WORLD SUCKS."
Young Gojo immediately pointed.
"REAL."
Utahime from inside the house yelled instantly:
"GOJO STOP ENCOURAGING THEM."
"NO!"
Tiny Yuji flopped dramatically into the grass.
"I wanna punch curses NOW…"
Older Yuji crouched beside him.
"You'll get there."
A smile.
"And trust me—you get REALLY strong."
Tiny Yuji blinked.
"…Really?"
"…Like ridiculously strong."
Tiny Yuji grinned immediately.
"…PEAK."
Meanwhile tiny Takeru was still emotionally processing the existence of eleven years.
"…That's so many birthdays…"
Hakari laughed loudly.
"BRO JUST DISCOVERED TIME."
Tiny Takeru suddenly looked suspiciously at older Takeru.
"…Do we at least get cool hair?"
Takeru instinctively touched his white hair.
"…Yeah."
"…WORTH IT."
Sukuna smirked faintly nearby.
"…The priorities remain identical."
Tiny Yuji looked at Sukuna curiously.
"…Do YOU gotta wait eleven years too?"
"…No."
"…Lucky."
Wasuke watched all of this from the porch in complete disbelief.
"…I still don't fully understand how any of this happened."
"Neither do we," Megumi admitted.
Tiny Takeru suddenly stood up dramatically.
"WAIT."
Everyone turned.
"…If future me survived eleven years…"
He pointed proudly at older Takeru.
"…Then I can too!"
The room quieted slightly.
Older Takeru blinked once.
Then smiled softly.
"…Yeah."
Tiny Yuji jumped up too.
"And me!"
Yuji nodded immediately.
"Especially you."
And for just a moment—
the joking stopped.
Because hearing the younger versions of themselves say that so confidently…
after everything the future had put them through—
hit everyone harder than expected.
Then tiny Takeru ruined the emotional moment instantly.
"…Can future me breathe fire yet?"
"…Kinda."
"…PEAK."
And the chaos resumed once more.