I must have died. I'm not sure—it's probably my fault. Why did I even decide to ride a motorcycle at 210 kph? I probably would have become a meat crayon on the road. At least it would have been painless; I would have died instantly. The last thing I remember was seeing the guardrail rushing at me—or was it me flying into the guardrail? Honestly, it doesn't matter.
I'm still conscious, so I can't be dead yet. But everything feels wrong. I can't see anything. I can't feel anything. I can't hear anything. Am I really dead? I'm still conscious, so I guess not… I was an atheist in my past life, so does that mean I'm going to hell?
No, wait. I need to gather my thoughts. This is clearly something like an afterlife.
After a while, I begin to see a dim light. Like any sane person, I swam toward it. The moment I touched the light, I was back—but "back" is clearly the wrong word. I'm in a weird, destroyed room. I immediately get to my feet.
First shock: I'm wearing a skirt. Second shock: my device is gone. As any sane person would do, the first thing I check is my device—and there's nothing there.
A mirror lies on the floor. I pick it up to check myself. Yep. Red hair. And I've become a girl.
Sigh… at least I'm pretty. I'm pretty sure I got isekai'd, and some weird god or something genderbent me. I look young—14, maybe 15.
So… I got isekai'd to a post-apocalyptic kind of world. I say this as I gaze out the window. Weird things are flying in the sky—most of them look ugly. Are these demons? Monsters? They shouldn't even be able to fly. One of them is building-sized, yet its wings are so short, and it doesn't have a keel. How the fuck are you even flying?
There's also a massive hole in the middle of the city. I think this is Shibuya—I can match some of the buildings to what I remember from my past life.
Something caused this much destruction… terrifying.
It must be magic, I guess. But the feeling I get from them is bad, so those must be demons. So… are humans fighting against demons?
What should I do now? I could go outside, but those flying monsters might eat me. I've watched Jurassic Park—I know how flying reptiles hunt humans. Nope. I am not going outside. And there's probably a demon capable of this much destruction. I say as I stare at the massive destroyed city
As I mumble to myself, I suddenly freeze. A massive amount of information hits me.
This information… it's about my powers, and about cursed energy.
Cursed Energy… Cursed Technique…
I want to go back. I'm not built for this. Please, send me back whoever brought me here.
If somebody looked at this scene from outside, they would see a red-haired high schooler kneeling, praying, striking dramatic poses.
Nobody replied to her prayers. She stayed frozen for an hour before snapping back to reality.
I'm in the Jujutsu Kaisen world. I didn't even have time to process the existential crisis of being reincarnated in an anime.
What is yelling and crying going to do? I need to get up. I'm in Shibuya. And it's not that bad. From the information I've received, I have a cursed technique that allows me to control fire—so I'm a sorcerer.
And that massively destroyed part of the city must be Sukuna's Fuga, it looks like an asteroid hit the city.
I look around the destroyed room and find an ID card. The name on the card:
Ikuyo Kita.
Whoever isekai'd me has… a weird taste, I must say. I pick up the card and put it in a waist bag I found.
So I get isekai'd into the Jujutsu Kaisen world, I got genderbend, I become Ikuyo Kita and I have a fire-based cursed technique, and only a day has passed since the Shibuya incident.
Now, time for tests. First step: get comfortable. I clear a couch that was covered in glass shards and sit down.
I need to feel the negativity. I look inside myself and notice a weird, chaotic clump of energy. I try to control it while focusing on feelings of sadness and anger.
I feel like a chuunibyou... this is so awkward... but I keep focusing inside of me as I ignore the cringe feeling I am feeling.
It barely works. Controlling the energy is hard. But I managed to infuse it into my hand after working on it for an hour.
Honestly… this is great news. At least I wouldn't die to a Grade 3 curse like some potential fraud.
I chuckle as I begin to use my technique. Awakening my technique gave me basic information about my technique as it appeared inside my mind, so using it is easier than controlling cursed energy alone.
Weird… Cursed techniques use cursed energy, but it feels easier to use my fire than to manipulate raw cursed energy directly. Higurama had unleashed a Domain the moment he awakened, so compared to that, my circumstances seem normal… I think.
I manage to create a small fireball. It dances in my palm as I juggle it, warm and alive.
And, of course, what does any sane human do when they suddenly gain superpowers?
"I cast fireball!" I yell, hurling it at a wall. It crashes with a deafening boom, exploding into shards of plaster and leaving a massive hole.
Holy shit—that was loud. Louder than a gun. I jump back, heart beating fast in my chest. But worse… much worse… is coming.
A curse notices me. The loud noise and cursed energy discharge pulled a curse to the area. Its eyes lock onto mine from below the street. Five meters tall, it looks like a small Titan from Attack on Titan, ugly, scary. It has a single eye, and it's locked onto me
I freeze. We lock eyes, and a staring contest begins. Three minutes pass. My eyes burn red, my lids are dry. They're so dry I can barely keep them open.
I blink. And all hell breaks loose.
The curse roars—a sound that makes the floor tremble—and charges. Its massive body slams into the building. One support pillar crumbles under the force. Dust and debris rain down.
It kept trying to reach me. More pillars collapse as the structure groans and shakes The floor beneath me quakes.
I clutch the broken window, my heart beating so fast it is comparable to the King's King Engine.
I am so cooked…
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