A/N - i was too excited to post this, so i apologise for such a short chapter in advance, I'll post the longer one tomorrow. Hope you like it.
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Alone.
He was alone.
Truly, fundamentally alone.
Rather than the Limbo — the pause between death and reincarnation — he drifted in the Hyperspace. The Blind Eternities. This was the raw, textureless marrow between worlds; a space where neither colour nor sound held meaning.
It was the source of all realities and their final, silent destination.
The Honored One. The Strongest Sorcerer of the Modern Era.
A man so divine that his only true enemy was the weight of his own arrogance. No mortal could dream of fighting him, let alone killing him. He was a singularity that tore the balance of the world simply by being born — a force of nature that reality itself had to warp around just to accommodate.
And yet, the King of Curses had done the impossible.
'You did well, Satoru Gojo. I won't forget you as long as I live.'
Satoru offered a metaphysical scoff at the memory. 'Did well? My foot. The bastard was holding back the entire time. I was weak. Weaker than I had any right to be.'
Even in this matterless, senseless existence, his awareness refused to gutter out. 'It's been three years. I should've dissolved back into the cycle by now.'
Death waits for no one — but Satoru Gojo had never been a "no one." For a lesser soul, the ego would have long since eroded into the background radiation of the cosmos. But you do not claim the title of the 'Enlightened One' lightly.
A measly sensory void couldn't take his sanity. The very notion was laughable.
He IS the void. In the truest, deepest sense — as his Domain made plain.
The Sea of Infinite Information.
'What would you have done, Suguru?'
In the end, he had made his choice. He had chosen North. Just as Nanami had pointed out.
Seeking a new version of himself rather than retreading the ghost of his past.
And let it be known: Satoru Gojo honored his words, regardless of which life he was in.
'But as long as I'm stuck here, North is a pretty difficult destination to reach—'
The thought never concluded.
A blinding white light tore through the tranquility of the timeless void.
A violent, visceral pull seized him by the heels and dragged him through what felt like miles of liquid concrete— and then, all at once:
Blinding sunlight. The sound of a surprised child. Soil and grass beneath him. Wind on his tongue. The scent of a nearby lake.
All within a single second.
Satoru found himself laughing — a full, bellowing laugh that rumbled through his chest and the ground beneath him alike — staring up at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed child standing before him, whose face held equal parts excitement and apprehension.
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This is the meta prologue. Today I'll post the prologue, probably 3-4 chapters or around 10 words.