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Reincarnated as Satoru Gojo with my Sukuna Ending System

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Kaito Nishimura was just a regular guy in his early twenties with one true passion, anime. And nothing consumed him more than Jujutsu Kaisen. His room was covered in posters, his clothes a walking tribute, his entire world built around one man, Satoru Gojo. Not just a favourite character. His main character. The one who couldn't lose. Until the episodes of Ryomen Sukuna vs Gojo Satoru aired. Kaito watched the fight. Every second of it. And the more he watched the more something inside him burned, because it wasn't fair. Two shikigami. Mahoraga. Agito. Kaito sat there, eyes glued to the screen, fists clenched, telling himself it would turn around. It had to turn around. This was Gojo. It didn't turn around. When it was over Kaito felt nothing. Then he felt everything. Then he felt nothing again, and that nothing stayed. He spiralled. He isolated. The posters on his walls started to feel like they were staring back at him. He couldn't eat. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't accept a world where Gojo lost like that, cheated like that. Then came a terrible incident. And Kaito's story should have ended there. But when he opened his eyes there was a screen flickering in the dark. A system. A countdown. And a battle frozen mid-slash, waiting to resume. Sukuna will turn around expecting to finish what he started. He doesn't know that the Gojo standing before him has already been through hell to get back to this moment, and this time, the fight will be nothing like before. Support me with your gifts. Your support means alot and I really Appreciate.
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