The line between life and death is thinner than people think.
One moment, there was the mundane noise of the modern world. Screens glowing, voices chatting, the hum of electricity. Then came a sharp crack, a blinding flash, and the suffocating heat of an explosion.
And then, silence.
Drifting in a void without direction or time.
When consciousness finally snapped back, it wasn't to the sterile smell of a hospital or the darkness of a grave. It was to the shock of cold air and the muffled, frantic sounds of a room full of people.
I tried to speak, but only a weak cry came out. My limbs felt heavy, useless, and undeniably tiny.
I'm… a baby?
The realization hit hard. I wasn't dead. I had started over.
...
The Gojo Clan, one of the three great families of the jujutsu world.
Outside the delivery room, a group of clan elders paced back and forth. Their stiff robes rustled with agitation, betraying the anxiety beneath their composed masks. They looked ready to kick down the door and deliver the child themselves.
"It's happening! It's happening!"
The midwife's excited shout rang out from inside.
The elders didn't wait for permission. They shoved the doors open and surged in, desperate to see the future of their clan.
But what they saw stopped them cold.
Lying in the swaddling cloths were two infants, almost identical in appearance, quiet and calm.
Twins.
The elders froze in their tracks.
In the world of jujutsu, twins were widely considered an omen of misfortune.
Just as the silence threatened to turn hostile, one of the babies slowly opened his eyes.
A brilliant, crystalline blue gazed back at them. It was a blue so pure it seemed to hold the sky itself.
The Six Eyes.
The legendary ocular jujutsu, a trait that appeared in the Gojo family only once every few hundred years. From the moment of birth, it was a guarantee of supreme power.
The tension in the room shattered instantly. The elders stared, mesmerized, their faces flushing with raw excitement.
"An heir! The Gojo Clan has an heir!"
Several family members actually pressed their hands together in prayer, looking at the infant with frantic, religious devotion.
"This one is the younger brother," the midwife said softly.
The Great Elder didn't care about birth order. He scooped up the baby, his wrinkled face creasing into a wide grin. "Good! Good! Little one, from today on, your name is Satoru. Gojo Satoru!"
"Great Elder, what about… this one?"
Someone pointed to the other baby still lying in the cloth. The older brother.
The Great Elder's smile vanished instantly. His face turned cold.
"Twins," he muttered, the word tasting like poison.
In jujutsu society, twins were seen as a curse. Destiny was split between them. Often, one twin would unconsciously drain the talent and potential of the other while still in the womb. One would be born a genius, and the other a dud with no cursed energy.
For a normal family, a powerless child was fine.
But this was the Gojo Clan.
Here, a person without cursed energy wasn't just ordinary. They were waste.
"Satoru is the hope of our clan," the Great Elder said, his voice flat and cruel. "He cannot be held back by a piece of trash."
The implication was clear.
One of the younger elders hesitated. "Just exile him. Why kill him? He's just a newborn."
"Foolish!" The Great Elder snapped. "It has been four hundred years since the Six Eyes appeared. We finally have our masterpiece. Will you let his twin become his weakness?"
"We are the leaders of the Gojo Clan. We cannot afford mercy."
"For the sake of the family, this child must die. It isn't our fault."
Hearing the verdict, the Second Elder sighed. He pulled a dagger from his sleeve and walked slowly toward the older infant.
The room went deadly quiet. The only sound was the rustle of fabric as the elder leaned over the crib.
The blade gleamed in the dim light.
The Second Elder looked down at the sleeping infant. It was a pity, really. A life cut short before it began. But for the Gojo clan to thrive, sacrifices had to be made.
He raised the knife and steadied his hand.
He prepared to strike....
And then, just as the steel began its descent, the baby opened his eyes.
"WHAT—?!"
The elder with the knife jerked back as if he'd been electrocuted. His knees hit the floor with a heavy thud.
"What happened?"
The others turned to look, annoyed by the interruption.
But their annoyance turned to shock. One by one, their faces went pale. They dropped to their knees, trembling uncontrollably.
The older twin was looking at them.
His eyes were open, revealing that same shocking, celestial blue. Deep, ancient, and terrifyingly clear.
Just like Satoru.
Six Eyes.
Another pair.
The Great Elder's legs gave out. He grabbed the edge of a table to steady himself. He had almost just ordered the Execution of a Six Eyes bearer.
His head spun. He felt dizzy, half-expecting the ghosts of his ancestors to materialize and beat him to death for his stupidity.
The Second Elder was shaking even harder. He stared at his own hand, the one that had held the dagger inches from the throat of a god-gifted child.
He had almost become the greatest sinner in the history of the Gojo family.
"Two… two Six Eyes?"
The elders looked at each other, completely dumbfounded.
After a long, stunned silence, the Great Elder threw his head back and laughed.
"Hahahaha!"
"This must be heaven's favor! The heavens favor the Gojo Clan so much they broke the rules to send us two prodigies!"
"Twins are an omen? Bah! Nonsense!Superstitious garbage!"
He completely forgot his murderous speech from thirty seconds ago and carefully picked up the second baby.
"Two pairs of Six Eyes. A miracle. You… you will be Souma. Gojo Souma!"
Baby Souma blinked, staring up at the old man's face.
Then, he reached out a tiny hand and yanked the Great Elder's beard. Hard.
The old man winced, tears springing to his eyes, but he forced a smile, not daring to get angry at his new treasure.
Souma's lips curled into a tiny, smug smirk.
You old fossil. You were about to kill me, weren't you? I'll pluck your beard out hair by hair.
Yes, Gojo Souma was a reincarnator. In his past life, he'd been an ordinary guy who died in a freak accident. Now, he was here.
I actually made it into Jujutsu Kaisen… and as Gojo Satoru's twin brother.
My little brother is the ceiling of power in this world. That's a lot of pressure.
But I have the Six Eyes too. My specs seem just as high as his. I can work with this.
But then, his thoughts drifted to the future, and a headache started to brew behind his eyes.
The story ahead was a mess.
First, that ancient brain-parasite Kenjaku would hijack Suguru Geto's body and seal Satoru in the Prison Realm.
Then came the showdown with Ryomen Sukuna.
Satoru would dominate most of the fight, pushing the King of Curses so hard he'd have to hide behind Mahoraga.
And then—snap.
A "world-cutting slash" out of nowhere. Satoru gets cut in half.
It was ridiculous.
And as he died, Satoru would give that embarrassing speech about how he "felt sorry" for Sukuna because he couldn't make him go all out.
By the end of it, both Satoru and Sukuna—the two "Honored Ones"—looked less like Honored Ones and more like clowns.
But the biggest clown wasn't Sukuna, or Satoru.
It was him—the guy who paid money to read that ending.
Gege Akutami is just a mangaka, Souma thought bitterly. What does he know about Jujutsu Kaisen?
He turned his head to look at the baby beside him.
As if sensing the gaze, Satoru turned too.
Two pairs of Six Eyes locked onto each other.
A strange sensation washed over them. A resonance. It felt like a circuit completing.
So this is the twin connection. Fates entangled.
Souma looked at his brother's wide, innocent eyes and sighed internally.
Ah, lil' bro.
You have no idea what kind of nonsense life has in store for you.
But don't worry.
I'm your big brother now.
And since I'm here, I'll take responsibility. I'm not letting you get cut in half.