Tokyo, Chiba Prefecture.
Sobu High School.
Although its decoration and academic content are not as glamorous as Hyakkaou Private Academy next door, compared to the typical aristocratic style, its students mostly come from prestigious families and well-regarded middle schools.
Its deviation value is the highest, and it is also the leading martial arts high school among the key schools. Its reputation is no weaker than that of Hyakkaou Private Academy—in fact, its recruitment results are vaguely superior.
The cherry blossoms along the streets also seemed to announce the coming of spring.
With the arrival of the new semester, Subo High School welcomed another year.
The third years had graduated, and new first-year students were now entering.
On the streets, groups of high school freshmen walked together. Most of them were Sobu High students, wearing the iconic black uniform. From time to time, bursts of laughter and playful fights erupted, making nearby passersby sigh with nostalgia at the sight of youth.
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Scene Change – A Superior Apartment
Knock-knock—
There was a firm knock on the door.
"Umaru, get up. Today's the start of your second year. Don't sleep in—you still have to attend class."
Gojo, scratching at his messy white hair, sighed helplessly while knocking on the door.
Judging by experience, his little sister definitely hadn't listened to him last night and stayed up late gaming again. Most likely, she had pulled another all-nighter.
Sleep at five, wake up at six. He himself would have praised her "healthy body."
"Uuh, mmh… okaay~."
A muffled, kitten-like voice came from behind the door.
Gojo's face remained expressionless as he immediately opened it.
After living together this long, how could he not know what "okaay~" meant for Umaru? Obviously, she just wanted to perfunctorily answer and go back to sleep.
The room carried a faint fragrance unique to girl. But that wasn't enough to stop him from his mission.
His right hand flicked the light switch skillfully, and the dark room was instantly illuminated.
The hamster-pajama-clad Umaru on the bed flinched at the sudden brightness. She tangled herself up in the quilt, curled into a ball, and tried to vanish into her cocoon to hide from the light.
"Umaru, if you don't get up right now, I'll set you on fire," Gojo said coldly.
Somehow, a lighter appeared in his right hand. He even snapped it open with deliberate menace.
The hamster-ball on the bed jolted.
In less than a second, Umaru shot upright, staring at the lighter with wide, horrified eyes.
"B-Brother, are you the devil? Who threatens to burn their own sister?!"
Gojo after hearing her, stop playing around and put the lighter inside his pocket, while raising his hand and apologizing.
"Ah, sorry, sorry. But it's the first day of school. If I don't take drastic measures, you'll never get up."
"Stare—"
Umaru glared at him with watery eyes. He was saying "sorry," but the faint smile tugging at his lips was anything but apologetic.
Clenching her small fist against her temple in mock frustration, she huffed, "I'll get up, stinky brother."
"It's good you understand. Breakfast is already ready, so wash up quickly. Today's an important day, after all."
Gojo yawned as he turned to leave.
But just before walking out, his eyes flicked to the computer glowing in the corner. The paused game screen was still up.
His gaze lingered on Umaru's embarrassed face for a moment, but he didn't say anything. He simply shut off the computer and left the room.
Bang—
The sound of the door closing echoed. Umaru let out a long sigh of relief.
"Whew… good thing Onii-chan didn't scold me further."
Rubbing her sleepy eyes with her delicate finger, she stretched and slowly sat up.
"Alright… come on, Umaru! A new semester will begins! fight! "
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Living Room – Couch
Gojo sat comfortably on the sofa, slowly enjoying a small Western-style dessert. Beside him were two cups of black tea and another slice of cake.
As a veteran member of the "sweet tooth" faction, he considered morning sweets essential for energy.
"Oh… delicious," he sighed with satisfaction.
But immediately after, his eyes grew calm and distant.
"…It's already been a year since I crossed into this world."
Lifting his teacup, he watched the tea swirl, reflecting his own face. A quiet murmur escaped him.
Yes, crossing.
In fact, Gojo was a transmigrator. And this wasn't even his first time—this was his second crossing.
The first time, he had been reborn into the Jujutsu World, becoming none other than Gojo Satoru.
Even after having memories of his past life and the "Plot" of JJK, he still had to walked the path filled with tragedies.
The Star Plasma Vessel Incident… the Geto Suguru Incident… all of it was played out before him.
Even so, he changed many things.
He intercepted curses.
He protected those who should have died, like: Mai, Yuki, Mechamaru, Masamichi Yaga, Nanami, etc, etc.
As for Sukuna, Gojo had watched Itadori consume finger after finger until, finally, he faced the thousand-year-old Cursed King in a head-on duel.
The result: Gojo couldn't kill Sukuna, but Sukuna couldn't harm him either. In the end, he has to sealed Sukuna once again.
After everything was settled, Gojo went to Kyoto for a short vacation. But suddenly, he fell into a coma—and when he woke up, he had crossed again.
This time, into a chaotic, unfamiliar world.
Even stranger, his body grew stronger day by day, as if he had unlocked some kind of limit breaker—like Saitama.
For a while, he was in a constant fear of losing all his hair. But fortunately, his hair remained thick and flawless.
His cursed energy and Six Eyes were still intact, yet they also grew more potent with each passing day becoming more deadly, more stonger.
And most importantly—when he crossed over, he didn't come alone.
This time, he had a sister. Not one bound by blood, but one bound by fate.
Her name was Umaru Gojo.
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(Note: The protagonist becomes Gojo directly from infancy, replacing his identity as Gojo Satoru.)
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