Chapter 2: Three Fushiguros and a Satoru
"I awoke in a cursed world… but also in a family I never expected."
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He was falling.
Not like a soulless body, but like a soul seeking a body.
The fall didn't hurt. It was like passing through thousands of layers of reality, until the world received him with a muffled roar. His body was forming as he fell: flesh over bone, skin over muscle, memory over silence.
And then…
He awoke.
His eyes opened with a deep gasp. The air burned his lungs. The scent of damp earth, leaves, and breeze hit him like a slap.
He was in a forest, sprawled among roots and branches.
His chest rose and fell with force. His muscles were tense, as if he had just escaped an explosion.
And his vision… was different.
The world looked sharp, almost as if the energies around him had colors. Lines, threads of malice, traces of presences. His Cursed Eye was already active.
—So… this wasn't a dream, he whispered.
He looked at his hands: large for his age. Strong. Toji's body. But… younger.
He felt the power sealed inside him. A torrent both dark and radiant at once. And something else… a dormant technique.
> "Shadow and Light… 10 shadows, 5 lights… balance."
He still didn't fully understand his new gift, but he felt it pulsing in his soul like a second heart.
And then, everything turned white.
A transition. A leap.
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Some time later…
—Kuro, hurry up! Breakfast's getting cold! a voice shouted from downstairs.
Kuro opened his eyes again. This time, in a warm bed, with clean sheets and the sounds of a living home.
No forest. No darkness. No reincarnation.
Life.
He rose and looked around. His room was simple: a bed, a wooden shelf, and a mirror on the wall.
The mirror reflected a 10-year-old boy: serious, dark-haired, with eyes that didn't quite belong to his age.
—Ten years already… he murmured.
Because yes, even though he had only been in this body for a few months, the world remembered him as Kuro Fushiguro, ten years old, Megumi's brother.
And his life… was already in motion.
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In the kitchen, Tsumiki smiled as she served rice and soup.
Megumi, arms crossed at the table, scowled as if breakfast itself were a personal provocation.
Kuro sat beside him, and for a moment, he forgot everything supernatural.
The food. The smell. The soft laughter. It was family.
Until the door opened.
—Good morning, Fushiguro family! Gojo burst in, wearing a long coat, dark sunglasses, and a smile as dazzling as it was absurd.
—We're not all Fushiguro, Megumi corrected without even looking up.
—Technically, we are, Kuro replied with a half-smile. We're brothers by multiversal chaos.
Gojo let out a laugh.
—Exactly! And as your legal guardian, today it's my duty to… train you until you puke!
Tsumiki sighed.
—Satoru, please…
—Kidding… or am I? Gojo winked, then turned to Kuro. Although you, Kuro… you're getting more interesting every day.
Kuro met his gaze. There was no fear in his eyes. Only something deeper… as if he knew things a ten-year-old shouldn't.
—Last night I felt something, Gojo said, suddenly serious. A shadow moved. But it wasn't cursed. It was… yours, wasn't it?
Kuro looked down at his hand.
For a moment, a dark line stretched across the floor beneath his feet. Like a living shadow, fleeting. Then it vanished.
Gojo smiled.
—I knew you weren't an ordinary kid.
Tsumiki and Megumi exchanged confused glances.
—What's going on? Megumi asked.
Gojo stood, pulling out two training passes bearing the Gojo clan's seal.
—You'll find out today. Let's go. Today… Kuro awakens his power.
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End of Chapter