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When I woke up, I was a baby.
I don't know why, but my vision was agonizingly blurry when I first forced my eyes open. I tried to push my body up, but my limbs refused to obey. It was only then that the chilling reality set in: this body wasn't mine.
Moreover, the figures looking down at me... Are they giants? Why is everything so massive? Or is it me? Have I shrunk? I managed to lower my heavy head, and my new form came into view. What is this? Why am I so small?
"Clan Head. The youngest Young Master has opened his eyes."
"I have eyes, I can see that. This one is peculiar. He enters this world without a single wail, and the first thing he does is inspect his own body? Hmph. I wonder if we've produced a real prize, or just an oddity... No matter. Your name is Zenin Touya. Engrave your father's face into your memory."
The man leaned his face close, his voice booming in my ears. Amidst the ringing, two words struck me with the force of a cursed strike: Zenin. Father. Damn it... this has to be a dream. Have I really been cast into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen? And as a child of the Zenin clan, no less—a family whose total annihilation is practically a historical certainty? And my father is the Clan Head?
'No... I don't want to die! To hell with this! Why me?!'
"Waaaaaaah! Waaaaaaah!"
"Hahaha! Look at the brat. Did you start crying just because I noted your silence? A spirited fellow, indeed. I hope this child was born with an Inherited Technique. At the very least, he should inherit my Projection Sorcery."
"His voice is exceptionally robust, Clan Head. He is destined for greatness. The future of the Zenin clan looks bright indeed."
'Bright, my ass... I don't want to be slaughtered by a teenage girl!'
"Waaaaaaah! Waaaaaaah!"
I cried until my strength failed me. Eventually, I drifted into a heavy sleep, the empty flattery of the clan members serving as a bitter lullaby.