In a world where demons roam the night and the moon is often hidden behind clouds of fear, Yuta Okkotsu found himself standing on the precipice of a new, uncertain life. The cursed energy he carried with him was no longer just a shadow—it was a living, breathing entity, and its weight was heavier than ever. But in this strange new world, there were no Jujutsu Sorcerers to guide him, no teachers like Satoru Gojo to stand by his side. Yuta was alone.
The transition was jarring. One moment, he was in the cursed realm of Tokyo, a place where his struggles were known to the very people who lived there. And then, like a flicker of light in the dark, he was transported into an unfamiliar land—the Taisho-era Japan, a world on the brink of ruin, torn by the rise of demons.
At first, Yuta thought it was another curse. A new domain expansion or perhaps a hidden technique from a powerful foe. But no—it was something different, something far more perilous.
He stood on the edge of a forest in the countryside, the distant smell of smoke hanging in the air. His eyes, normally a gentle shade of violet, were now sharp looking at his surroundings. His grip tightened around his sword Rika standing behind him, the cursed spirit who had become his most trusted companion and a constant reminder of his pain and purpose.
Rika had never been a demon in the traditional sense. She wasn't born from malice or hunger. She was a cursed spirit, yes, but one who had grown boundlessly attached to Yuta. Her presence here in the world of demon slayers was confusing, even to Yuta himself. Her ethereal form flickered beside him, the soft, sorrowful expression on her face contrasting the harsh world they now inhabited.
"Yuta," she spoke softly, her voice a gentle breeze in his mind. "What is this place?"
Yuta glanced at the horizon, where the setting sun cast an eerie red glow. The question gnawed at him, but there was no answer. "I don't know. But there are cursed like monsters here. I can sense them."
Before he could say more, the sound of rustling leaves pierced the quiet, followed by the unmistakable growl of a beast. Yuta didn't hesitate. He knew curses when he saw them even if this wasn't a curse
Without a word, he summoned Rika's full form, the cursed spirit materializing in all her monstrous glory, her eyes glowing with an unnatural light. The demon, a hulking creature with jagged fangs and clawed hands, stepped into the clearing. It was a grotesque sight, but it didn't scare Yuta. What terrified him, however, was the strange way the demon moved—almost like it was searching for something.
"Stay back," Yuta murmured, his voice steady. He raised his hand, focusing on the cursed energy that rippled through the air. Rika's spirit surged forward, slashing at the demon with a ferocity only she could unleash.
But the demon wasn't just an ordinary one. With a swift movement, it blocked Rika's attack, sending her spiraling back. The creature's eyes narrowed, and it spoke in a low, guttural voice. "You… are not a demon what are you?"
This was not like a ordinary curse—it was something more. The demon lunged at him, its claws raking through the air, but Yuta was faster. His instincts kicked in, and he leaped aside, Rika striked again. With each strike, the demon dodged and countered, showing a level of intelligence and strategy that made Yuta pause. 'a 1st Grade' (yuta is weakened and think of the the demon rank as the grade rank from jjk)
It wasn't long before the demon slayers arrived. Three figures, each with a unique air of purpose about them. They wore the familiar haori of the Demon Slayer Corps, their swords drawn, their eyes filled with determination.
The first to speak was a tall, silver-haired man with a calm demeanor. "Step back. We'll handle this." His voice was soft but commanding.
Yuta hesitated but nodded, backing away slightly. Rika, still by his side, was wary of the new arrivals but obedient.
The demon, now fully aware of the new threat, snarled. It prepared to attack, but the silver-haired man was faster. With a single slash, the demon's head rolled from its shoulders, landing with a sickening thud. The fight was over in an instant.
The slayers relaxed, their bodies still tense from the battle. The silver-haired man sheathed his sword and turned to Yuta.
"You're not from around here," he said, his gaze assessing. "Who are you?"
Yuta stood silently for a moment. The world he'd entered, the world of Demon Slayer, was strange. But he wasn't without purpose. "My name is Yuta Okkotsu. I… I don't belong here. I was brought here by something I don't understand. But I know one thing: there are cursed like things in this world, and I will stop them."
The man nodded, as if considering Yuta's words. "I see. You've got the will to fight, but this is a dangerous place. You should join the Demon Slayer Corps. We can teach you how to fight properly."
Yuta looked at Rika, whose form flickered beside him. It was clear they couldn't do this alone. Not here. Not in a world filled with demons as powerful as curse's. 'so those things are demons good to know'
"I'll join," Yuta said, his voice steady. "I'll fight with you. I'll stop the demons. And if I can… I'll find a way back home."
The silver-haired man's expression softened. "Then welcome, Yuta Okkotsu. Welcome to the Demon Slayer Corps."
And so, Yuta found a new purpose in this world—a world where demons roamed free, and the boundaries between the living and the dead were as fragile as the breath in his lungs. With Rika by his side, Yuta would fight, not only to protect those he loved, but to understand this strange twist of fate that had brought him here.
Perhaps in this new world, he could finally find redemption.