🌓 Chapter 1: The Prodigy in the Past
🧠 First-Person Perspective (Megumi's POV)
I knew what I was doing when I made the vow.
It wasn't desperation—it was resolve. I sacrificed the future to rewrite the past. A binding vow etched into my cursed energy, sealed with the blood of my own shadow. I gave up everything: my age, my allies, my progress. All to return to the moment before the world began to rot.
Now I'm ten again.
My cursed energy is unstable, my body unfamiliar. But my mind is sharp. I remember everything—Gojo's fall, Sukuna's rise, the screams in Shibuya. I won't let it happen again.
The Zenin Clan stares at me like I'm a ghost. I walk through their gates unannounced, untrained, and unclaimed. But when I summon Nue without a scroll, without a teacher, they freeze.
"He's never been taught," one of them mutters.
Another steps forward—an elder with a hawk-like gaze and a voice like gravel. Zenin Masamichi. I remember his name from the archives. Ruthless. Traditional. Dangerous.
"You bear the Ten Shadows," he says. "And you wield it like instinct."
I say nothing. I don't need their approval. I need their resources.
I need power.
Because this time, I'm not here to survive.
I'm here to win.
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🧿 Third-Person Perspective
Megumi Fushiguro was ten years old again—but not by accident.
He had made a binding vow, one that twisted his cursed energy into a temporal blade. In exchange for returning to the past, he sacrificed the future: his age, his relationships, his progress. The vow was absolute. Irreversible.
He arrived at the Zenin Clan compound like a phantom from a forgotten prophecy. His clothes were simple, his cursed energy raw, but his eyes held the weight of a lifetime. When challenged by a clan enforcer, Megumi instinctively summoned Nue—no incantation, no hesitation.
The courtyard fell silent.
"He's never been taught," whispered one of the instructors.
Zenin Masamichi, a senior elder known for his brutal discipline and unwavering loyalty to tradition, stepped forward. His gaze pierced the boy like a blade.
"You bear the Ten Shadows," Masamichi said. "And you wield it like instinct."
Megumi didn't respond. He didn't need to is.
The clan didn't know he had come from a future drenched in blood. That he had watched friends die. That he had seen the strongest fall.
They only saw a prodigy.
But Megumi was more than that.
He was a warning.