The last thing Gojo Satoru remembered was the sharp sting of betrayal and the cold silence that followed. Death should have been the end. But for someone like him, "normal" endings never quite applied.
He awoke to the sterile smell of a hospital room and the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor. His first instinct was to check if he still had his Six Eyes—he did. But something was... different. His limbs were shorter, weaker. He was a child again.
Nurses and doctors bustled around, speaking in oddly familiar Japanese, yet their mannerisms were gentler, the tension of cursed energy completely absent. It didn't take long for Gojo to realize this wasn't his world. No curses. No sorcerers. No jujutsu.
He was reborn.
Years passed quickly. Gojo grew, blending his boundless ego with a child's charm, stunning everyone with his unnatural talent—though it wasn't for exorcising curses this time. It was basketball.
By the time he entered Teiko Middle School, he had already gained a reputation as an unshakable prodigy. Towering over his classmates with piercing blue eyes always hidden behind his signature shades, Gojo Satoru—or "Satoru-chan," as some dared to call him—waltzed onto the basketball court like he owned it.
That's when he met them: the Generation of Miracles. Five monsters with talent rivaling his own.
Aomine's raw power. Midorima's unshakable precision. Murasakibara's towering presence. Kise's perfect mimicry. Akashi's terrifying control.
And then there was the sixth man—the invisible phantom, Kuroko Tetsuya.
Gojo smirked the first time he saw them play.
"Oh?" he whispered, watching the court with amused interest. "Looks like this world has its own kind of sorcery."