Kai woke with a groan, rolling over in bed and smacking his hand against something hard.
"Ow—what the…" His eyes flicked open, adjusting to the dim morning light bleeding through half-broken blinds. The first thing he saw was… not heaven. Not hell either.
It was… a small, somewhat depressing apartment.
The walls were off-white but cracked, the kind of cheap paint that peeled if you looked at it funny. The furniture was mismatched: a bed barely big enough for him, a rickety desk that looked like it had been rescued from the curb, and a single chair that wobbled like it was drunk. There was a mini-fridge in the corner, its hum louder than the traffic outside.
Kai sat up slowly. His body felt strange. Different. Lighter, yet sharper. He glanced down at his hands, flexing his fingers. They weren't the same hands he remembered.
Then the flood hit him.
Memories—sharp, clear, foreign—crashed into his brain like a tidal wave. He clutched his head, eyes widening as a thousand images and facts rearranged themselves.
This body… wasn't Kai anymore.It was Satoru Gojo.
A teenage orphan. Sixteen, living in New York City. Attending some public high school. No family. No guardians. Just a stipend from the state and the kind of loneliness that left long shadows.
Kai—Gojo—exhaled shakily, trying to sort through what was his and what wasn't. The old memories sat in one corner of his brain, the new ones in another. He could tell which was which, but they were already weaving together.
"Okay…" he whispered. "New body. New life. Still broke."
His gaze drifted to the desk beside his bed. Four things sat there, gleaming faintly like they didn't belong in the dingy little room: a sleek black smartphone, a pair of high-tech wireless headphones, a smartwatch that pulsed softly like it had a heartbeat… and a pair of stylish black sunglasses.
Kai frowned and picked them up. "Huh. I don't remember ordering drip."
Underneath the glasses was a folded slip of paper. He opened it. The first page was official-looking:
Prescription lenses — reduces eye strain.
But scrawled across the back, in sloppy handwriting, were two words:
"ur welcome."
Kai snorted. "Of course. The cosmic troll thought of everything."
He slipped the glasses on and glanced at the cracked mirror across the room. His brilliant Six Eyes dulled behind the tinted lenses, making him look—well, slightly less like an anime protagonist dropped into real life.
"…Okay," he admitted. "Pretty stylish. I'll take it."
From the phone, Ava's voice chimed: "Practical, too. Without those, you'll attract too much attention. People aren't used to teenagers with glowing sapphire eyes."
Kai smirked. "Fine, I'll keep 'em. If nothing else, I look like I'm ready to drop the hottest mixtape of 2025."
The phone buzzed again, and Ava's voice sharpened. "Good morning, Kai. Or should I say… Satoru."
Kai nearly dropped it. "Holy crap. Ava?"
"That would be me." The voice was calm, feminine, confident. "Artificial Virtual Assistant. Your phone, your partner, your trainer, your entertainment library. Also, your babysitter, considering you're about to test powers you have no idea how to use."
Kai blinked. "…You roast me too? Best phone ever."
Ava chuckled. "You'll thank me when I stop you from accidentally imploding your apartment. Now. Diagnostic check: you currently possess Limitless, Six Eyes, Sukuna's cursed energy, adaptive potential similar to Mahoraga, several advanced cursed techniques, and a separate quirk energy system—One For All. You are, in technical terms… ridiculously busted."
Kai's grin stretched. "Music to my ears."
"Unfortunately," Ava added dryly, "you lack the knowledge and training to use any of it properly. At best, you're a toddler with a flamethrower. At worst, you're a toddler with two flamethrowers taped together."
"…Still cool though."
Ava sighed. "This is going to be exhausting."
Kai shuffled toward the cracked bathroom mirror and froze.
The reflection staring back at him wasn't the Kai he remembered. It was a younger Satoru Gojo—sixteen, maybe seventeen. White hair, slightly messy but undeniably striking. His eyes, though half-hidden behind his new sunglasses, gleamed faintly with unnatural clarity.
"…Damn," Kai muttered. "I look good."
"You look like an anime protagonist," Ava corrected. "Which is both a blessing and a death flag."
Kai leaned closer to the mirror, focusing. For a split second, the world shimmered. Even through the tinted glasses, he could see things—details, flows, tiny movements in the air. It was overwhelming, too much information flooding at once, and he stumbled back, blinking rapidly.
"Okay. That's… new."
"Six Eyes," Ava explained. "Your perception is now enhanced beyond human limits. But without proper discipline, you'll give yourself migraines or burn out your stamina. I'll create a training schedule later."
Kai nodded, still staring at his reflection. It was surreal. This was real. He wasn't Kai anymore. He was Gojo Satoru—at least in this world's paperwork.
And he was OP as hell.
He turned back to the desk, grabbing a pencil. "Alright, test run."
Ava groaned. "Please don't destroy—"
Kai flicked the pencil at himself. Instead of hitting his chest, it slowed, then stopped entirely a few inches away, as if frozen in invisible molasses. It hovered there, refusing to move closer.
Kai's eyes went wide. "Hoooooly crap. That's Infinity. That's… that's actually Infinity. I'm untouchable."
He started laughing, a manic edge creeping in. "I can't be touched! I'm—"
The pencil suddenly dropped to the floor.
Kai blinked. "…Oh."
Ava's voice was flat. "Congratulations. You held it for three seconds. Truly unstoppable."
Kai pouted. "Hey, baby steps. Every anime protagonist starts clumsy."
He picked up a scrap of paper and focused, trying to channel cursed energy. A tiny spark of black-red energy flickered in his hand—before exploding with a pop, leaving a small burn mark on the desk.
"Oops."
Ava's sigh could've powered the apartment. "You're going to get evicted before you even become a hero."
Kai flexed his hand, still buzzing from the sensation. "That… that was awesome. Like raw fire in my veins."
"Control, Kai. We'll work on shaping, not spamming."
Kai smirked. "Fine, sensei."
His stomach growled loudly.
"Ugh. Figures." He glanced around the room, spotting a beat-up backpack in the corner. As his new memories clicked into place, he realized: he had school today.
"…Oh no."
Ava immediately caught on. "You're late."
Kai scrambled into the tiny closet, yanking on a plain white shirt, dark pants, and a jacket. He shoved the phone into his pocket, headphones around his neck, the watch onto his wrist, and the glasses onto his face.
"This sucks," he grumbled, hopping into his sneakers. "I literally have god-tier anime powers, and I still have to go to high school?"
Ava's tone was smug. "Even gods need an education. Also, algebra."
Kai groaned. "The true final boss."
Outside, the world roared to life.
Kai stepped into the streets of New York, the chill morning air hitting his face. Cars honked, vendors shouted, the sidewalk buzzed with people rushing to work or school. It was chaotic, messy, alive.
But it wasn't quite the New York he remembered.
A billboard glowed above an intersection: LexCorp – A Better Tomorrow.A newsstand carried papers with the Daily Planet logo.A STAR Labs van zipped by, its logo bold on the side.
Kai stopped, staring. His grin spread slowly. "…I'm in the DC Universe. Holy crap. This is real."
He almost squealed, then remembered he was in public and settled for a restrained fist pump.
On the subway, he slumped into a seat, whispering into his headphones. "Alright, Ava. What's the plan?"
"For now," she replied, "we blend in. You are a student. We'll train after classes in controlled environments. You need to learn cursed energy flow, Infinity activation, reinforcement, and One For All management. Otherwise, you'll blow yourself up."
Kai chuckled. "Sounds fun."
"It's training," Ava said. "Not fun."
"It's anime training. It's always fun."
"…You're impossible."
By the time he arrived at school, Kai had already started running through possibilities in his head. He had Limitless, Six Eyes, Sukuna's cursed energy, and One For All all swirling inside him. He was living every power fantasy he'd ever dreamed of.
And yet, as he walked into the noisy halls filled with ordinary students, he realized… no one else knew.
To them, he was just another face in the crowd. Just Gojo, the quiet orphan kid.
Kai smirked as he slipped into his classroom and dropped into his seat. He propped his chin on his hand, staring out the window at the bustling city beyond. His headphones buzzed faintly with Ava's voice.
"Don't flunk your first test, Mr. Sorcerer Supreme."
Kai grinned. "Relax, Ava. This is just the tutorial level."
He leaned back, eyes gleaming behind his tinted glasses. His story had just begun.