If one word could sum up Yuzaki's life, it would be "roller-coaster."
Sky-high climbs, gut-wrenching drops—thrills you couldn't buy.
He won the lottery, thought he could coast forever, and got hit by a truck before he even cashed the ticket.
Thought he was dead for sure, only to wake up transmigrated—golden start included.
Kamo Noritoshi.
In status-obsessed Japan, heir-apparent to one of the oldest Big Three clans—the Kamo family, sole legitimate son.
Worth noting: the Kamo were so ancient they still practiced one husband, one wife, many concubines.
Barring disaster, the clan headship was his to inherit.
A born winner, right?
Wait—Big Three, Kamo?
That was straight out of Jujutsu Kaisen.
Figuring out which world he'd landed in should have been fun, but… the Kamo heir was a complete waste of wood who never even rated a name in canon.
The Kamo commanded sorcery—cursed techniques—absolute power was their creed.
Inherit a technique and you were heaven's chosen; fail and you were less than dust.
Eldest-son status didn't matter.
No—it made things worse.
The higher they lifted you, the harder you'd fall.
Because technique aptitude wasn't judged at birth but around age six to eight, Noritoshi still enjoyed heir treatment—for now.
The moment that "shelf life" expired, he'd plummet from paradise to hell. Worse than being born into hell was tasting heaven first.
Never knowing hope meant never tasting despair.
When the tests showed Noritoshi had zero talent as a jujutsu sorcerer, his own parents—Clan Head Kamo and his official wife—made a cold, ruthless decision.
Swap the heirs.
The concubine's son, born to then-concubine Tsubaki Mei—Kamo Norikatsu—would be declared legitimate; Noritoshi would be branded the useless bastard.
Before the aptitude exam, all records were sealed, easy to doctor.
Reason? Simple.
If the lawful wife's boy lacked talent while the concubine produced a prodigy, the wife's position would crumble.
To protect her status and the clan's so-called "stability," they had to be thorough.
They leaked rumors outside and poison inside, smearing the concubine's name while "appealing to her reason": Leave, and your child will have a bright future.
Who cared about ripping a child from his mother, about the concubine's feelings, about Norikatsu's own thoughts—or the heir who'd just been erased?
A low-born concubine couldn't "make flowers bloom," and two kids sure couldn't either.
Just as the wife predicted, the concubine made the "wise" choice: she left the Kamo estate, cut all ties, and convinced Norikatsu to accept reality.
The only wrinkle was Noritoshi's own decision—since he'd never be a sorcerer, he might as well live as a normal person and leave with the concubine.
No big deal. The moment the concubine's son was proclaimed heir, Noritoshi ceased to exist for the official wife. Better this way—erase every trace, leave no loose ends.
Exactly what Norishige wanted. What the "plot" NPCs chose didn't matter; the transmigrator Kamo Norishige refused to stay where cursed technique meant everything, doomed to cold stares.
The world was huge—why hang himself on one tree?
Without them, without sorcery, he could still live well. If he couldn't manage that, his previous sixteen years had been a waste.
Even if leaving meant signing the clan's iron-clad Kekkatsu—an ancient covenant enforced by cursed power, breach punished by horrific cost.
Even if it meant living under surveillance in a designated town for five years—fine. Youth was his greatest capital.
He calculated every variable—except fate, that capricious bitch who never played fair. You thought you'd glimpsed her panties, only to find she'd gone commando.
The day he finished moving, his cheat awakened: the Pokémon Trainer System—plus a newbie gift, a Pokémon egg.
It hatched into Ralts, the first form of Gardevoir and Kirlia.
Yuzaki's mood could be summed up in four words:
Fan Jin tops the imperial exam.
If hunger hadn't intervened, he'd have been high all day.
From there—Pokémon raising, nothing more to tell.
Tsubaki Mei said little.
Living in the jujutsu world had shattered her common sense long ago, and she knew her boy was anything but ordinary.
Eight years passed, and Ralts grew into Gardevoir.
At this level, few things could threaten him: age, timing, conditions—everything aligned.
Time to descend the mountain and re-enter the world.
Foreknowledge unused was foreknowledge wasted.
A Trainer System with only one Pokémon? Also wasted.
"Mom, these eight years were tough on you. From today on, you don't have to swallow another grievance—go chase the future you want."
He spoke to Tsubaki Mei and to himself.
Eight years of patience—wasn't it all for the day he'd never need to endure again?
The youth stood, clasping his mother's hand in one of his, Gardevoir's in the other, pouring his will into both.
With the two most important lives beside him, he could march forward without hesitation.
Tsubaki Mei didn't rush to answer. After a long pause, she asked,
"About the choice you just mentioned—I want your opinion. Do you want me to stay, or return to Norikatsu's side?"
"To me, it's about the same. Stay, and I'll care for you the rest of your life. Go back to Norikatsu—you're still my mom; visiting and supporting my mother is only right. If Norikatsu objects, I'll punch him. Just don't play favorites when that happens."
Reason could travel the world; without it, a single step was hard. And Yuzaki had both reason and fists.
"I understand."
That answer lifted the last weight from her heart.
"My child has grown; a mother can't hold him forever. Move if you wish—this place is a bit lonely anyway."
"Mom's the best~"
Used to lifting her up, Yuzaki tried to hoist Tsubaki Mei like old times.
Tokyo, here I come.
A wider world, more Pokémon, greater chances.
And his own ambition—having come to another world, he'd show what he was truly made of; only then would this second life be worth it.
Of course, Tsubaki Mei smacked him right after: "Don't get cocky. I'm not some little girl you raised. Almost forgot—what name does she use now?"
"Gardevoir."
"Gar~" Gardevoir answered, ever docile.
"Then, Gardevoir, starting tonight, you sleep in your own room."
"Gar?"
"what?" They spoke at the same time. Confused.
"You were kids before, but now you're grown. It isn't proper." Tsubaki Mei stood firm. "Or do you two actually plan to have children?"
Yuzaki: "..."
Pretty sure humans and Pokémon were reproductively incompatible?
He glanced at Gardevoir; she stared back, huge eyes full of innocence and confusion.
Yuzaki slapped himself.
What was he thinking? Humans couldn't—at least shouldn't…
Besides, she was only eight!
Ptooey—disgusting!
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