The Musutafu branch of the Hero Public Safety Commission was being swamped by higher ups from other, better branches. All Might felt squeamish around this many HPSC members. He could barely hear a word of what they were talking about, but he knew that it involved Midoriya. He felt guilty that him revealing what happened led to his arrest, but he called someone to help him with this case. Midoriya didn't deserve this.
His thoughts were broken when he felt a something cold brush his neck. Looking to his right, he saw a man in a brown trench coat, holding a can of cola to his neck. All Might smiled.
"Tsukauchi! Thank you for coming to my aide." He said excitedly as he stood up. Tsukauchi just chuckled as All Might took the can of cola.
"Well I was bound to come in anyways." Tsukauchi said with slight irritation. "Quirk makes me perfect for this kind of case. I was just glad you requested me first."
The two men walked deeper into the building to find the cell Midoriya was being held in. As they approached, the heard an extra voice that they didn't recognize.
"Your memories bore me brat, but I do understand the gist of things. This society isn't nearly as pathetic as it almost turned out to be." The voice was snarky and rude.
"Well what makes it good in your eyes?" Midoriya asked quietly.
"Everyone's worship of this All Might fellow is the only standout in this world. A hierarchy built upon strength is the only true system in this world. As least your... what was it again? Hero Billboard Chart?"
"Y-yes. it ranks heroes on a system of how many cases they solve, the people they save, general popularity, fan interaction-" Izuku began to mumble but was cut off once more.
"Enough chatting boy. We have guests." Izuku looked up to see All Might standing with Tsukauchi, right in front of his cell. His heart jumped with joy upon seeing All Might, especially with the new costume he seemed to be wearing. He didn't get a good look at it at the abandoned school building, but now that it was somewhat bright, he could see it was actually just a really bad paint job done over his normal-
"I can see why whoever was talking to you was right to get you to stop. No brakes on your mouth are there?" Izuku squeaked with embarrassment, muttering out a small apology before Tsukauchi continued. "It's fine kid, no judgement here. So who were you talking to anyways? No human guards around here." Tsukauchi gestured to the empty hallway they were standing in. Izuku shuffled where he sat.
"It was Sukuna." Truth.
Tsukauchi was startled by the response his quirk gave him. "So they really weren't lying..." He turned his head to All Might. "And neither were you. Damn. Things just got very interesting."
"Indeed they have, Detective Tsukauchi." Every person present turned their heads to see a new arrival. "I'm the head of this branch, Naobito Zenin. Thank you for coming on such short notice, detective." Alongside this older man were two guards in black suits. The man slicked his gray hair back and adjusted the sleeves of his haori. He then started to twirl is long English-style mustache between his fingers.
"Of course Head Zenin. A case like this is of the utmost priority." Tsukauchi stuck his hand out, to which Zenin responded with a simple handshake. Dropping hands, Zenin gestured for the pro hero and the detective to follow him to his office. Obliging, the two men took one last look at Izuku, before shutting the door to the hallway.
"Did you manage to probe any sort of information from the boy during your short stint in there?" Zenin asked.
"At the very least, he isn't lying about Sukuna." Zenin hummed at this information. "I would need a proper interrogation room to sit down and talk with him."
"Of course detective!" Zenin turned his head to face one of the HPSC guards. "Start filling out a request form with the security section. Thank you." The guard nodded firmly and walked in the opposite direction of the men. The group kept walking, one man down, when they heard All Might's phone alert.
"A TEXT MESSAGE IS HERE!" All Might chuckled awkwardly after receiving a questioning stare from Zenin.
"It looks like Eraserhead is alright and will be arriving to partake in the investigation." All Might said looking at his phone. "He's also bringing someone else in." All Might smiled, doing his best not to reveal who it was. He made a quick glance at Tsukauchi, who instantly knew who he was talking about.
"Well, looks like we'll get to the bottom of this very shortly." Zenin replied. "Now, let's run through the story from your side in my office, All Might."
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Izuku kept playing with his thumbs to distract himself. He was cold from the lack of a shirt. His skinny body wasn't made to conserve heat that well and the guards wouldn't let him get a new shirt so he sat there, half naked and exposed to the climate of the cold cell.
"You wouldn't be cold if you had just trained your body. Your mind is quite elevated already. What a waste!" Like before All Might and Tsukauchi showed up, a mouth had formed on the top of Izuku's hand. This was Sukuna's was of speaking into the real world instead of constantly taunting Izuku in his head.
"I... never trained because I'm quirkless so..." Izuku said quietly.
"And you thought you could become a hero without any training? Pathetic. Even quirkless fighters in my era put up a better fight than some of the battles you've watched." Sukuna sneered. Izuku felt another cold sensation wash over him.
'He's right... He's so right! I never even tried to better myself!' Angrily, Izuku started to claw at his knees before Sukuna interrupted him with a laugh.
"I don't know why you're able to suppress me to such a state, but just know that my simple residence within your body has already started affecting your body." Izuku frowned at the idea.
"Are you here forever?"
"Most likely." Sukuna responded. "Though if I regained all my power, I might be able to break free of your bodily prison." Izuku shivered at the notion of someone like Ryomen Sukuna running free in modern society.
"How are you able to affect my body like you say? You even used your quirk..." Izuku asked.
"Quirks in your time are hardly comparable to the ones from mine." Sukuna mocked. "Their potential is so incredibly muted and I haven't even seen a single mention of the advanced techniques from my time in your memories." Izuku finally stops sulking for a moment.
"Advanced techniques?!" His eyes sparkle for a single moment. In a world where quirks were everything, learning ancient knowledge could help immensely with his research and hero notebooks. Sukuna took note of this excitement.
"Well, advanced for only a short time. To me and the people of my time, they're elementary." Sukuna said haughtily. "I haven't seen any use of Reverse Quirk Technique nor a Quirk Domain. Do you people even know what that is?"
The words echoed in Izuku's head for a moment. Reverse Quirk Technique? Quirk Domain? He shuddered at the word domain. Vaguely, he remembered the image of a pile of skulls and a floor of blood. The place his consciousness seemed to be trapped in while he was out cold. Domain felt vague, but coupled with what he saw, that felt like the appropriate title.
"What a waste your mind is..." Sukuna sighed out. "But you do learn quick. That is my quirk's innate domain. I hope you get acquainted with it, because you'll be seeing it a lot more with me around."
"Speaking of having you around, it's time for an interrogation." Izuku shot his head up to look at the new voice in the room. Tsukauchi, along with Zenin were standing in front of his cell. Zenin looked irritated while Tsukauchi had a small smirk on his face. "C'mon Midoriya."
Izuku got up slowly, taking one last look at his hand. The mouth Sukuna had formed was gone, letting his natural skin come through once more. As he approached the door, he couldn't help but sweat at the uneasy feeling settling over him.
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All Might stared at the boy through the one way glass. He was extremely nervous being interviewed by both a detective and a high ranking HPSC official, if the leg bouncing and shaking chair was anything to go off of. The hero sighed at the predicament the boy was in. What was an innocent treasure hunt turned into a mass panic for the HPSC.
"We'll just have to see how well Midoriya can control Sukuna. If he is in total control, then he has nothing to worry about with us." A squeaky voice next to All Might said. The lumbering man sighed as he looked towards his friend.
"I'm just scared for the boy, Nezu." He turned his head towards Nezu, the chimera principal of his alma mater, U.A, and took in the mouse's facial expressions. Not a hair out of line from stress or worry.
"I know you feel somewhat guilty, your righteous heart is what drives you after all. But rest assured, I will deal with this situation with the utmost care." Nezu tried his best to give a reassuring smile to the hero. All Might could see the effort but he looked a little silly trying to be this sincere. Giving his own smile back, he turned his attention to the opening door of the interrogation room.
"Well that mouth thing sure is freaky." Zenin said as he shivered slightly. The thought of a fully functioning mouth from another person showing up anywhere on the body seemed unnerving.
"I'll agree with you there." Tsukauchi responded. "Well let me give you the quick info. Sukuna says he cannot forcibly take control of Midoriya's body. He could only do it momentarily at the school because Midoriya was completely unconscious. As for the quirk, Sukuna says he has a working theory, but without knowledge on the boys father he can't come to anything conclusive."
"I just think it's freaky that he's working with us so willingly. The tests we ran on the other finger..." Zenin paused for a moment. "Forget that. I just want to figure out why he's being so complacent."
"I wouldn't see that as complacency." Nezu said. All eyes turned to the chimera with interest. "Just from what you've told me and what you said you overheard in Midoriya's conversation with Sukuna, the King of Quirks seems to be planning something. With little information, I can only give out wild theories. For now though, we'll play along." Nezu stepped towards Zenin. "I am aware you want to keep a leash on the boy, but he is still only a middle schooler. He needs someone to teach him how to control Sukuna efficiently, as well as someone to keep him safe instead of executing him the moment he steps out of line. With that said, I'll be taking him under my care to be taught under U.A's guidance for the time being."
"With what authority? Remember, he's set to be executed under HPSC authority." Zenin said sternly. Nezu responded to the challenge with an eerie grin.
"Mine." The underlying threat was obvious. Zenin knew Nezu was a threat to the HPSC. Giving him another weapon like the vessel of Sukuna was a recipe for disaster. But the man stammered for an answer. Retaliating against Nezu was not a favorable option for the HPSC right now. Alongside the orders he was given from atop of the chain of command, he found it hard to rebut. So with extreme reluctance, he closed his mouth.
"Just know that we'll always be watching him." Zenin grabbed a cup from the counter before turning to exit the room. As he opened the door, he nearly collided with a bandaged Shouta Aizawa. "Ah. Eraserhead. Glad to see you're okay. We'll be awaiting your report." With those last words, Zenin stepped to the side and walked down the halls of the building back towards his office.
"Shouta! How lovely to see you moving around. I trust you caught the end of that little spat?" Nezu stood atop of All Might shoulder, looking at the underground hero.
"Yea, it was crystal clear. Who are you going to have teach the kid?" Shouta dragged his eyes to peer through the glass. Midoriya was completely still other than his mumbling mouth. He looked dead from the lack of movement, most likely contemplating his fate.
"None other than you and All Might!" Shouta flinched. All Might simply looked concerned.
"I understand Aizawa teaching young Midoriya, but me as well sir?" All Might turned around to look at Midoriya in his spot.
"You saw first hand what Sukuna did to Aizawa." The underground hero idly move his hand to his chest. Fear ripped through his body at this moment. Teaching Midoriya meant being within close vicinity of Sukuna. "It's as simple as; If Midoriya loses his body to Sukuna, do not hesitate to beat him down. Plus this will make for an excellent beginner course before your time at U.A""
"I see. My apologies, sir." Nezu simply brushed the blonde's hair in response, ruffling it.
"I..." Aizawa's breath shuddered once more. Just looking at Midoriya made him panic. Never in his life had he been so close to death like he was when he stared down Sukuna. But that kid wasn't Sukuna. It wasn't fair to judge him as if he were. Another heavy sigh escaped his lungs. "I'll try. But my quirk doesn't work on him, so I can only help so much."
Nezu look at the man curiously. "Your Erasure doesn't work?" Nezu watched as Aizawa stifled his feelings of uneasiness.
"When I tried to erase his quirk, I was put into some sort of dream." He looked up at the ceiling. "Sukuna... he told me not to 'peer' into his quirk and cut me with the flick of his fingers."
"Well this is certainly quite the interesting revelation! I suppose we'll have to ask Sukuna or Midoriya if they'd be willing to explain this phenomena." Nezu stepped off of All Might's shoulder and onto the counter that held a microphone to speak into the interrogation room. Pressing the button on the mic stand with his paw, Nezu began to speak. "Hello there young Midoriya. Hello to you as well, Sukuna. My name is Nezu. I am the principal of U.A and I'm here to handle your situation!"
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Izuku's hands felt clammy as he sat at his desk. Bakugo had yet to confront him that day, but he knew it would only be a matter of time. Hopefully he could get to his destination after school before Bakugo could start grilling him.
Trying to take his mind off of Bakugo, he looked out the window, towards the abandoned building. There were HPSC members littering the field, shooing students away. The building was quarantined, yellow tape and orange cones fencing the wooden shack in. From the third floor of the school, Izuku could easily see the shredded part he was stuck in last night.
'Sukuna's power is terrifying.' He thought idly.
"Oh you think that's terrifying? That's just one finger's worth of power." Sukuna laughed at Izuku's internal dismay. "You're a smart boy. Imagine what I could do with all 20 fingers. Or better yet, what I could do in my original body."
'T-that much power... But I can control you in my own body so... C-can it really be that much?' Izuku instantly realized his mistake at trying to downplay Sukuna. A mouth had formed on his cheek, fangs baring.
"You dare disrespect me brat?!" He yelled loudly. Izuku, unprepared, stood up, knocking his chair over in the process. The entire class turned their heads to Izuku's window seat. "That's right. I know how much you hate attention. Well you're going to be getting a lot of it right now for mocking me."
"Midoriya! You... What in the-! Why is-! Wha?" The teacher initially turned around to yell at Midoriya, but was quickly stumped by the second mouth on the boys face. "What is that?! We know it isn't a quirk!"
"U-uh well... te-technically it's another person..." Izuku kept his head down as the murmurs started. Sukuna simply laughed at the boys expense.
"Another person? You've really lost it now." The teacher reprimanded.
"Oh but he's not lost at all. In fact he's on the correct path if I must say." Sukuna stated loudly. Every conversation stopped on a dime. "That's better. Just know that this boy tried to mock my full potential. Make him realize he would never be in this situation if he never ate my finger." Most people were confused by the comment, but Bakugo jolted from his seat. Visibly shocked, he walked over to Izuku.
"You... you ate it..." Izuku was in disbelief at the soft tone Bakugo was using. They stood there for a moment, Izuku studying Bakugo's expressions. Nothing but silent whispers exited Bakugo's mouth, meaning he was thinking hard about something. Izuku looked around the class, studying even more expressions. All of them were based on confusion, but only a few were curious.
"You ate Sukuna's finger..?" The question dropped the temperature of the room immediately. Sukuna chuckled at the response of Izuku's peers. One by one, each of the students started to realize what was going on and began to exit their seats and back away from Izuku like the plague. Before, they did so because of his quirkless status. Now they did it for their safety. The only person who stood close to Izuku was Bakugo, who looked to be shivering slightly.
Yet somehow, the surprises weren't done.
"Of course you'd eat the finger Deku..." Bakugo clenched his right hand, while the left began to pop with explosions. "A quirkless freak like you would just love the chance to be powerful!" Bang! An explosion went off in Izuku's face, knocking him to the floor. His soot ridden face was heated as tears threatened to pour out. The force wasn't a lot, nor was it as bad as some of the other incidents he had with Bakugo, but this instance felt particularly hard with the whole class cowering away like they were.
"K-Kacchan, those villains were going to kill me, I had to do something!" Izuku backed up into the wall, looking up at Bakugo's face. He was extra pissed.
"I don't give a shit Deku! Your worthless ass should have died! The most you've ever done in your life is get those villains away from me! Now you show up with Sukuna in your fucking face?! I should have known you'd be gunning for the cursed object the entire time!"
"Is this true Bakugo?" The teacher had stomped forward and set eyes on Izuku. "Did you really consume the cursed object from the abandoned building? Is that why it's in tatters? Is that why the HPSC is swarming the campus?!" Each question had the teacher pushing his face further and further into Izuku's personal space. He could feel the teachers morning nose exhalations pushing on his collarbone. Finally, the teacher straightened up and addressed the class. "You guys get to safety on the field. I'm bringing Midoriya with me to speak to the principal. Most likely, he will be expelled."
Every student booked it. Most of them left their belongings on their desks or had swept them to the floor in order to leave faster. Never in his life had Izuku felt this isolated.
"Well this works out even better for me. Don't act like you don't deserve this. You know he's right." Sukuna taunted. Izuku choked on a sob.
"No... No way. I swear I only did it to-" He tried to reply but the swell of emotions made his throat close and his lungs burn.
"To save your life? As if. Deep down, you know there was a part of you itching to see if you could gain power. Don't lie to me brat. Just accept it." Sukuna forced the memory of the night before into Izuku's vision. He was there again, trapped between the wall and the villains. Looking around with clarity, he realizes there were a number of escape routes present to him. There was a window just big enough for him to possibly jump through. The wall he backed himself into was thin and frail, with noticeable dents from frame damage. He even noticed the large gap in the floorboard he could've have thrown the finger into as a distraction.
"D-did I really..?" Izuku hugged himself, tears slowly streaming down his face. The teacher, finally having enough of Izuku's stalling, grabbed him by the collar and forced him up to his feet. The man was about to yell at the crying student until his arm was grabbed forcefully.
"I'd advise against doing anything drastic sensei." Izuku ripped his eyes from the floor to the rough voice of Shouta Aizawa, death gripping his teachers wrist. The teacher was sweating profusely from the force on his wrist. He immediately unlatched himself from Izuku's collar and backed away. "Let's go Midoriya." Izuku was confused but followed the pro anyways. There were a few students in the hall from his class. Apparently they felt safe enough in the hall to remain. But the moment he entered their eyesight, the scrambled for the stairs. Izuku's heartbeat throbbed with pain as his stomach started to feel queasy.
"I saw them running out of the class." Aizawa said. Izuku tried his best to look up but could only keep his eyes focused on the heroes scarf. "When I heard one student say 'Midoriya' I came over to see what was going on. Only reason I'm here is to finish up the after report with the HPSC's side of investigation." The two made it down the stairs with success. As Shouta opened the door for Izuku, he saw All Might standing at the gate with a-
"What in the world?" Aizawa grumbled out. Izuku, curious what the man saw, looked up fully, keeping the sun out of his eyes with his arm. Finally, after blinking some tears away, Izuku could see All Might with an absurdly large brown coat, as well as a large brown fedora. To top it off, the man was wearing cartoon styled glasses, with a fake nose and mustache.
Even in his despair, Izuku couldn't help but laugh at the idea of All Might trying to disguise himself. The massive man was recognizable from the top of a building. It would be a miracle to think those costume glasses could hide his signature smile. Behind him, Aizawa grinned at Izuku's chuckles. The kid truly deserved a break.
Walking up to All Might, Aizawa tossed the man a keychain, telling him that he'd nap in the back seat. All Might sighed as he approached the car provided by Nezu.
"So does Nezu have something planned for me already?" Izuku asked with a slightly choked voice. The aftereffects of his near breakdown were ugly, but All Might didn't speak up.
"This is actually partially my idea!" The hero said excitedly. Izuku gave him a curious look. "The definition of heroes has changed as society grew. In my eyes though, the real heroes are the ones who stick close to benevolence and doing good for the sake of the community. That's why were going to Dagobah Beach!" All Might glanced at Izuku in the passenger seat. He could nearly visibly see the gears turning in Izuku's head.
"Dagobah is the beach that turned into a trash heap. Are... Are you guys going to make me clean it up?" Izuku felt a little worried for himself. That beach had been like that since before his birth.
"No need to look so worried! Haha! Only a portion of the beach will be cleaned by you. The rest will be sponsored by U.A! We wouldn't want to overwork you now would we?" Izuku sighed with relief hearing his mission. "Along with the service, you'll be handling some quirk therapy, in a way."
"Q-quirk therapy? But I told you I'm-" He paused to think about it. His emotions were still on high alert but sitting in this car gave him a moment of clarity.
"Don't lie to me brat. Just accept it."
"A quirkless freak like you would just love the chance to be powerful!"
"Sukuna..." Izuku asked aloud. "Am I able to use your quirk?" The car was filled with a thick tension. In the back seat, Aizawa shifted, while in the front, All Might took a deep breath. A mouth formed on Izuku's cheek once more, letting out a grumble.
"The short answer is yes. But don't get to complacent with having my powers boy, I assure you that I won't let you enjoy it." The mouth faded from his cheek once more as Izuku felt Sukuna's presence subside. The calm that was present in his body felt eerie compared to the foreboding malicious presence Sukuna gave out when 'awake.'
"I-" Izuku almost sobbed once more, but caught his emotion in his throat. "I can be a hero... I can use his power and use it for good!"
"That's the spirit young Midoriya!"
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"S-so how exactly do I use a quirk?" Izuku stood in front of a massive pile of trash that sat on the beach, collecting rust from the ocean breeze. "I can feel something different with my body I just... can't explore it well."
All Might pondered the question, as did Aizawa. They had been using their quirks for as long as they could remember and when children got their quirks, there was usually an instinctive feeling of activation. Teaching someone with no knowledge prior was going to be a little tricky.
"Well what exactly are you feeling? A well of energy?" Aizawa asked. Izuku took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to capture the feeling in his mind.
"It's like... I can feel the quirk itself sort of... humming? No- no more like... It's like it's conscious and telling me to use it. And no, it's not Sukuna. I can feel when he's trying to make himself present." Izuku explained. He expected his explanation to leave the two men lost but they looked surprisingly okay with the answer. "Does it make sense?"
"I see," All Might hummed as he dropped his thinking pose, instead opting top put his hands on his hips. "Not at all!"
"Honestly, it seems like a fantastical dream, but if that's what you feel, who am I to judge." Aizawa followed. Izuku felt like dying on the spot from the embarrassment. "Instead of sulking on it," Aizawa chided lightly, "let's focus on getting you operational, so to speak." Izuku nodded.
"Sukuna said that there was two modes to his quirk. Cleave and Dismantle. Cleave only works on li-living things, while Dismantle works on inanimate things." Izuku eyed the trash heap nervously. It took 15 years for him to reach this moment, for him to be considered normal. He could feel his hearth thumping with fervor. Slowly drawing his hand up, Izuku pointed with two fingers towards a piece of sheet metal laying on the side of the trash pile.
His whole body was shaking with excitement and nerves. His muscles tensed as he stared down the opposing trash. The quirk residing within him was brimming with anticipation. The closest thing he could compare it to was a car's motor, revving endlessly, just waiting to launch all of its power. Casting aside his doubts, he focused. The power crept its way throughout his body, culminating in his raised hand. His fingers burned as the power tried desperately to release containment. He gave one last blink before complying.
"Dismantle." In an instant, the sound of metal tearing at the seams filled the ears of those present. Flinching slightly, Izuku couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was the sheet metal he had been aiming for cleanly sliced into two, but a large part of the pile behind and even the ground beneath were chopped into. Exasperated, Izuku could hardly contain his excitement, jumping and shouting his successes. All Might had a small smile on his face, happy that the boy could feel such childlike wonder with his circumstances, while Aizawa endlessly inspected the impact zone.
"That is... insanely powerful. Oh wow." The scruffy man muttered. Grabbing the intended sheet metal target, he dragged his thump perpendicular to the metals edge. Indeed, the cut was as clean as it presented itself to be. If he wasn't careful, it could easily slice his extra appendages. Shivering from both the idea and the memory of what Sukuna did to him, he tucked drive the metal sheet into the sand, sharp side down, to keep anyone present from cutting themselves on it. "Right, well at least now you have a basic idea of how to wield... your quirk. Please follow the law and our guidance to reduce our chances at headaches. This is a very powerful ability."
All Might stepped up next. "After we get you started cleaning this beach and get you used to using Dismantle, we can have you use Cleave on me! Haha!" Izuku paled. Using his quirk? On All Might? A lethal quirk test on All Might?
"Wha- No! N-no way I could do that!" Izuku put his hands up in defiance, shaking them rapidly. "Y-you're the number one hero of Japan! You're my idol! I could never-" All Might's hearty laugh cut through Izuku's panicking.
"Relax young man! I appreciate the fan, but right now I am your teacher, alongside Aizawa here! And between the two of us... I am the most capable of dealing with your quirks combat abilities. I'll entrust hand to hand combat lessons to Aizawa. Just be warned, he's not soft!" All Might gave Izuku a smile of approval, one that he knew a fan could never stand up to. In the end, Izuku relented and agreed to All Might's lesson plan.
The rest of the day at the beach was filled with, what he envisioned were, pitiful attempts at lugging trash around. Occasionally, All Might would give Izuku an even larger challenge by sitting on top of the trash he was attempting to move. It was completely unfair, but he needed to put in the extra work to catch up to everyone around him.
"Oh?" Sukuna's dark voice muttered. "Now the boy is actually trying? If he actually pulls through, he might give me a real reason to hate him." The ancient man crossed his right leg over his left., while his hand messed with green hair on his head. Pushing it back, he gazed at the memories Izuku could provide. In Sukuna's eyes, Izuku was the exact opposite of everything he lived for. To be trapped in the boys body was a cruel joke that fate had bestowed onto him. But this kid was miserable, and was completely unable to make his dreams a reality. Now he had access to the largest power reserve in history.
"Only time will tell if this boy can make his ideals come to fruition..."
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End Notes
So this chapter took a little long. I felt a few snags in the road, but I mostly needed to study up Sukuna's character and what he represented and why he hated Yuji. I did read JJK, but I am a fast reader, so I missed a lot of things. But now I am fully confident in my knowledge of Sukuna and his ideals.
There is a Naobito Zenin present, but be aware that NONE of the MAIN cast of JJK will be present. No Maki, no Yuta, no Yuji, no Megumi, no Nobara, no Gojo... You get the point. I only used Naobito because I was watching S2 and he just so happened to be on screen. I might use more JJK character names if it's needed, but that's only because I can't make Japanese names because I have zero experience with their naming traditions and customs. The only crossover elements that occur in the story will be modified to make sense in a world of quirks.
I use the mobile app to get notifications on follows and updates on stories I follow. And sometimes while I clear my notifications, I check the people who follow my story. Usually, you guys are just readers, which is normal. But occasionally, I find a writer, and occasionally, they happen to be a very good writer. And every time that happens, it melts me completely. It feels like some form of recognition in a way, that I was able to capture the attention of a seasoned writer. Super fun!
Yapping over, see you in the next chapter. Have a good day or night. R&R!