*MC pov*
Honestly, I don't know how to start this. My name is Takumi Ichijou, I've been living in this world for 17 years, but if we take into account that before being born here I was living my life in a completely different world, then I would be about 38 years old. Now the million-dollar question: why would I be 38? Well, that's simple, I died, I met a being who says he is God, he granted us wishes, and now I'm living a new life.
As you read, he granted us wishes , not only to me, but to several people at the same time. The situation was that when I died, it wasn't only me who died but many others: children, babies, teenagers, elderly adults, men and women ,people of every age and gender.
I don't clearly remember exactly how I died, but I think it was an earthquake or a fire. The last thing I remember was walking in a shopping mall and suddenly everything started moving from side to side and everyone began to scream. After that I only remember a gray image and then a blurry memory I can't identify, but I could make out colors red, yellow and orange , mainly yellow and red... or was it orange???
So the thing is, those were the colors I could see in that memory and why do I only see those colors? Well, because that color was everywhere. Maybe a gas pipe exploded or a mysterious person showed up shouting something and threw a backpack who knows.
That's the last memory, and then I appear in a white place surrounded by several people, all as confused as I was. Nobody understood why we were there or how we got there. We all fell into panic and desperation, myself included, who wouldn't be afraid in a place you don't know with strange people? The first two things that come to mind in that situation are: first, you were kidnapped; second, you're in heaven to meet San Pedro.
And before we all burst into anxiety, panic, fear, desperation, etc., etc., etc… a golden door appeared — but huge, ridiculously huge — golden with a lot of very exquisite yet elegant details. At first glance it gives you the feeling you're in the Middle Ages because of the exaggerated ornamentation. It's not that I like it, but it had a lot of details.
At that moment the door opened and a very bright light poured out to illuminate the room, and I think a person floated out, but to be honest I couldn't see. When the door opened that light hit my eyes and left me blind for a few minutes — it was way too strong. It would have been better if they'd toned it down so we could see, but I think they overdid this dramatic entrance.
While I was rubbing my eyes to see, I managed to hear this person say they were God. When they said those words the first thing that came to mind was Morgan Freeman in the movie "Bruce Almighty" by Tom Shadyac, with Jim Carrey.
Unfortunately I couldn't confirm whether it was that same person or the image of Jesus that we've been shown in the Bible. When I regained my sight I was sitting in a chair next to a white table and there was a sheet of paper and a pen.
What happened was this God gave us a speech about his kindness and I don't know what else, but that he gave us the opportunity to grant us three wishes. I think I heard that many people wanted to return to the world with their families and others wanted to go to another world, but that person said it couldn't be done for the sake of balance between life and death, so he gave us the opportunity to go to another world.
Even just hearing that sounded suspicious — I don't know why, but it sounded suspicious. On the paper there were only three questions, and they were:
What world do you want to go to?
What power do you want to have?
What appearance do you want to have?
To be honest, here we would write the darkest and most secret things in our hearts. The thing is my most chūnibyō side came out and, out of embarrassment, I won't say exactly what I wrote, but in general I wrote this:
— The world: Jujutsu Kaisen, why not.— The power I want: something strong and balanced.— The appearance I want: the appearance of Sung Jinwoo.
Once I finished writing I just waited and several minutes passed, but I soon started to regret what I'd put down, mainly the world because to survive there you'd have to be crazy, really crazy. I wanted to remove what I wrote but I couldn't, and in an instant, poof, the sheet, the chair and the table disappeared at the same time. Curiously, I was left with the pen.
I regretted writing what I did and for not being specific about what I wanted..... aaahhh I really regret that decision, but anyway there was no turning back. The voice sounded again saying that the wishes were accepted, which made me question everything, because think for a minute: there are many of us of different ages and I don't think everyone would be in their right mind to wish for something sensible. It smells like a 20-year prison sentence for some people.
But since they were accepted, what can be done? A light illuminated the place again and this time it didn't blind me but it did deafen me, because several trumpets sounded at once ,a beautiful fanfare, but who puts a trumpet right behind someone who's distracted?
And poof, everything lit up in gold and white. The next moment I was in a hospital room being carried by an unknown woman. From that alone I knew what had just happened: I had been reincarnated. Any teenage kid or young person would be celebrating, living their life, becoming a millionaire by plagiarizing other works, and finding a way to build a huge harem.
I only had two important things I wanted in this world: what cursed technique I would have now, and please let me be born into a decent family. I don't want it to be too powerful or too weak, just a decent family, not that crazy Zennin family.
And I was grateful to the one above because it was a normal family, well, if you ignore the fact that I'm the son of the head of a Yakuza clan. If you don't take that detail into account, then it's a normal family, everything's fine.
But everything changed at five years old, not only because my cursed technique awakened, although that did play a part because the technique felt strange. I'll explain more later, but the thing is the world
Just as you read it, the world, how to put it…..... mmhh…..... the planet is four times larger than I remember. Yep.
The seas, the land, continents, countries are four times bigger than I remember, but it's not just that: there are new countries, some stopped existing, others merged and became even stranger countries.
Where I'm living is a weird, strange combination of Japan and the USA. How am I sure of this? Simple by the streets, the names of the states and above all by the history. Here there were four world wars, and even in World War III the beloved "mushroom brothers" appeared, but they didn't fall in Japan first they fell in Russia, I'm not sure why that happend.
I don't know why these changes exist since the story of JJK wasn't like this, but there's nothing you can do — you just have to adapt. As the years passed, many things happened: new, strange, and above all weird situations; new people, friends or enemies, appeared. But aaahhh I'm not sure how I can write down everything I've seen during this life, and now I wonder why I'm writing in a diary.
aaagghhh
*End MC pov*
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Pov general
Setting the pen down on the wooden desk, the young man named Takumi leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling of his room. Taking a deep breath, he returned his gaze to the notebook in front of him, immediately closing it and tossing it behind him without checking if it would hit anything.
The notebook spun in the air for a moment before being sucked into a small black hole, vanishing instantly. Takumi rose from his chair, grabbed his backpack from beside his desk, and slung it over his shoulders.
Walking toward his bedroom door, he pulled some headphones from his pants pocket and put them on. Instantly, loud music filled his ears, isolating him from the sounds of the outside world. As he walked through the hallways of his house, he saw several people moving back and forth ,all of them looking intimidating and strong, some even with tattoos, but when they saw Takumi, they greeted him cheerfully.
Takumi returned their greetings calmly and continued walking through the hallways, responding to a few more people along the way. Reaching the main entrance, he stepped outside through the sliding door, grabbed a skateboard leaning nearby, and left his house.
Mounted on his skateboard, Takumi headed toward his school, taking the longest route available. He could have taken the shorter path, but he preferred the longer way because it allowed him to see things he never expected, and it had become a habit.
Along the way, he passed houses of various sizes and colors, people walking or running along the sidewalks, but one house caught his attention: a large two-story home with a massive tree in front. The front door burst open, and a white-haired boy ran out, immediately followed by several women chasing after him.
At the corner, he saw called John standing with a dog. John greeted him calmly, and Takumi returned the greeting. Continuing on, he passed a house where an overweight, very drunk man lay sprawled on the ground outside, soon followed by a woman in a green blouse with orange hair, reacting to the scene.
Increasing his skateboard speed slightly, he continued observing his surroundings, spotting more unusual sights: a large man in a small blue car, a boy wearing a white shirt with black details alongside a girl in a blue shirt with orange hair, and two kids with different head shapes, one triangular, the other rectangular.
In the distance, a massive house with a dark, rainy atmosphere caught his eye, its black exterior accompanied by a cemetery nearby. A hippie van passed by with a brown dog in the passenger seat. A sleek black limousine carried a stunningly beautiful teenage girl radiating a cold aura, accompanied by a blonde gyaru, and five other beautiful teenage girls with various hair colors but identical faces.
Two young men chatted happily, one wearing a yellow shirt with a red cap, the other in a white shirt with red accents and black hair. Meanwhile, police officers were taking notes outside a house, familiar faces, familiar places everywhere.
"My wish was to go to a world full of curses, not a world with cartoons, anime, and movies all mashed together now the only thing missing is aliens."
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