Some time later, we returned to the dining room. We had dinner together, the atmosphere warm and lively as usual, filled with small laughter and light conversation.
Plates and spoons clinked against each other, simple stories flowed, and for a brief moment, the world felt normal—as if there were no cursed creatures or lurking dangers out there.
After we finished eating, I intended to help Yukina carry the dirty dishes to the kitchen. I had already stood up and picked up a few plates, but Yukina immediately refused with a firm look, telling me to go back to my room and rest, reminding me that my wound had only just been treated.
In the end, I followed Yukina's instructions. I returned to my room, lay down on the bed, and stared at the ceiling for a moment before exhaustion suddenly washed over me, heavy and abrupt. And without realizing it, my eyelids closed, my body slackened, and I fell asleep.
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Now, six days have passed since I met Mei Mei. Time feels slow, yet also suffocating, as if every second is filled with the awareness that I am in a dangerous world that allows me no room to be careless. Yes, that is indeed the truth—after all, both the world of Jujutsu Kaisen and High School DxD are extremely dangerous for an ordinary human.
During these six days, I have done a lot of "training"—well… "training" is not quite the right word, if I am honest with myself.
More accurately, I am trying to survive. Every movement feels like a small attempt to deceive myself into believing that I am preparing for something great, when in reality this body is still far from being ready.
All I can do is run in the mornings and perform squat jumps. Each step of my feet strikes the ground with the same rhythm, my breathing steady, yet my thoughts continue to wander.
Dry leaves crackle beneath the soles of my feet, the slightly damp earth holding my footprints for a moment before falling silent again.
Between the regular rise and fall of my breath, my mind is filled with images of an uncertain future—battles, blood, and tiny mistakes that could end in death.
I cannot do push-ups or sit-ups because my right hand is still injured. The pain is still there, faint yet constant, like a small, cruel reminder that this body is not fully prepared for a real fight.
Every time the muscles in my right arm move even slightly, that stinging sensation appears—not enough to make me cry out, but enough to make me frown and stop. As if my own body is warning me not to go beyond limits I cannot yet bear.
However, during these six days, aside from doing squat jumps and running in the mornings, I have also begun writing down various small objectives for researching my Innate Technique.
I do it with great caution, as though every word I write carries its own weight. I realize that even a small mistake in understanding my own ability could be fatal in a world like this.
Every morning in the forest, I sit quietly, staring at the blank page of my notebook, then filling it with rough scribbles—not grand plans, but small steps that may seem trivial, yet could determine life and death in the future.
The sounds of birds and the rustle of the wind form a backdrop that contrasts with the seriousness of my thoughts. Sometimes I stop writing just to stare at the paper for a long time, as if hoping that answers will somehow emerge on their own from the scattered lines of ink.
Like the plan to conduct trials using pencils and pens as preliminary experiments. Yes, later. Because there is still one day left before the effects of the Binding Vow end.
One day that feels unbearably long. I can feel it, like a countdown constantly ticking in my head, reminding me to remain patient and not act recklessly.
I had no intention of acting recklessly. Breaking the rules I had set for myself would only lead to consequences I had no desire to face—especially in a world already cruel enough without me creating new problems.
I was keenly aware that this world shows no mercy to those who act without calculation. A single mistake could make everything collapse before it even has the chance to begin.
Besides that, I had also written down several short-term objectives I intended to carry out. That list grew longer with each passing day, and every time I reread it, my chest felt a little heavier. What exactly were those things?
Each line in that list was both a promise and a burden. A promise to take action, and a burden because I knew not everything would be easy—some things might not even be possible at all.
There were simply too many of them. Far too many for someone like me, who had only just set foot in the world of Jujutsu.
That realization made me fall silent longer than I should have, staring at the list while holding my breath, as if trying to measure how far I could walk without breaking apart halfway.
For example, saving the twin girls—Mimiko Hasaba and Nanako Hasaba. I knew what would happen to them, yet my ignorance of their birthplace had become the greatest obstacle.
The knowledge of the future that I possessed felt like a double-edged blade. On one side, I knew what to avoid. On the other, I did not always know where I should step first.
Because I did not know where they were born, I needed to conduct an experiment—to create something like Captain Jack Sparrow's compass.
The idea appeared out of nowhere, spontaneous and absurd, yet the more I thought about it, the more it felt like the only rational choice within my current limitations.
An idea that sounded ridiculous, even to myself. I was not sure whether such a compass would work the same way, but at the very least, I would try.
After all, allowing those two little girls to be abused by a group of ignorant villagers was nothing short of grotesque—utterly insane. The thought alone was enough to make my jaw tighten.
A cold anger flowed slowly through my chest whenever that image surfaced. Not an explosive rage, but a hard resolve that clenched my jaw and tightened my grip.
Therefore, I needed to create a kind of compass that would guide me to the person I sought—not by cardinal directions, but by my own intent and desire.
If this world refused to give me clear guidance, then I would force it. In my own way, at risks I was prepared to bear, so long as it granted me the chance to change a single fate that was meant to end in tragedy.
This would, of course, alter the story of Jujutsu Kaisen. But who cared? In this crossover world, whether I interfered or not, characters from different anime were bound to interfere with one another anyway.
From the very beginning, this world was no longer a single narrative running neatly along its own rails. Lines of fate collided, branched, and tangled without any clear order. If everything was destined to fall into chaos eventually, then there was no reason for me to act righteous and pretend to be an obedient spectator.
In the end, the story would change regardless. Therefore, if I altered it now, it would make no real difference—except that this time, I would make sure the changes benefited me.
I had no interest in becoming a selfless hero, let alone a victim of someone else's story. If fate was to be twisted, then I would twist it first—ensuring that I stood in a position where I would not be the one at a loss when everything finally collapsed.
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