To address a few things: I don't keep an updated schedule because, as a healthcare worker, my shifts vary from twelve to eight hours. Sometimes, I just want to lie in bed and sleep rather than write fanfiction after work. Chapters will come out when they come out, as my brain needs to recharge from using it at work.

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The political mess left for Seji had to clean up for Toji was a nightmare. Killing one of the elders and scaring the rest into submission did not sit well with the rest of the clans. In the end, they voted out the Zenin Clan's seat in the council and proposed the removal of the three great families. Seiji managed to convince the rest of the clans to put that proposal on hold after mentioning Toji's son. They agreed upon the following: if Megumi awakened the Ten Shadows Technique, then they could stay in power. If it were any other technique, the clan would be removed from the Jujutsu society as a whole.

Everything about the political alliance between his son and Naoya was completely out of the question, and he had been forced to break off the marriage agreement after the backlash from his clan. Naoya's reputation took a major decline— the good thing about that is that the girl is free to pursue what she wants. If she wanted to escape Jujutsu society, the elders would not complain. Either way, she would do what she wanted with or without their opinions.

Instead of Naoya going to Jujutsu Tech, Naoya chose to do something else. Something that only a few knew about—to her, it felt like she was taking back her old identity.

Sakura had been granted a more profound understanding of positive cursed energy after dying a few times and resurrecting herself by using it. She may be the best user of positive cursed energy. Nobody could use it at her speed, make a binding vow that activated upon death, or use it defensively. Using positive cursed energy was a rarity in itself. People who can use it are labelled as skilled, and it took a special grade's cursed energy reserves to even think about playing with it. It took her two years to be able to play with the genetic aspect of it.

She combined the hand signs, Dog → Boar → Ram, while manipulating positive cursed energy the same way she would chakra when performing the Transformation Technique. Combining the two, Sakura manipulated the HERC2 gene responsible for her natural black hair by producing more pheomelanin into the MC1R gene found on chromosome-16. Thereafter, Sakura chopped all her black hair off and patiently waited for her hair to grow out to see if her experiment worked.

A month later, she gained an inch of light red hair—she could start the next process. It is time to decrease the eumelanin her body produces to achieve a lighter shade. That hormone was responsible for blonde hair, allowing people to carry the KITLG gene. By achieving that genetic change, she would forcibly mutate the two genes she forced her body to synthesize to get natural pink hair. The first run at it, she came out with copper-looking hair. That was to be expected because the human body cannot naturally produce a pink pigment—in this world, but she could try.

Instead of decreasing her eumelanin, she manipulated her copper hair to turn back into a natural red another month later. With the way she was experimenting with her hair, people around the compound thought she was losing her mind with the hair changes. Toji certainly didn't hold back from pointing that out. He labelled it as going through a teenage emo-phase, whatever the hell that meant.

Sakura began to decrease melanin production within herself and activated extremely specific components of the IRF4 gene that determined when someone's hair went white or grey. By lightening her red hair with those components, she was finally able to achieve the hair colour from her last life. Seeing that line of pink growing from her scalp sent tears down her face as she felt like Sakura was truly coming back and Naoya was some person in the back of her mind. Until the pink hair grew to her chin, she dyed it. Seeing her old self resurface, she felt mentally stable again. The person in the mirror reminded her that Sakura was still there.

Toji was shit at managing a clan, but luckily, Seiji was a great teacher. His little cousin even stepped in to help—the little shit had been managing the clan since she was eleven. That fact made him feel stupid. She shouldn't be the one to manage an entire fucking clan as a child. He should have been there to take the adult responsibilities. The guilt never left him since the massacre happened. When he finally got the hang of everything, Naoya eventually wandered off to do her shit.

What he did not expect was the multiple changes in hair colour through the next six months, followed by her request to change her name—not that he could blame her. The name Naoya Zenin was a curse. Any name with the last name Zenin felt like death's embrace. Getting Naoya a name change wasn't that hard. She did not exist on official Japanese Citizen records, and Toji knew people who could get her an official identity. He is currently Toji Fushiguro in the civilian world, easily giving Naoya a different last name. His son is registered as Megumi Fushiguro but Zenin in Jujutsu Society. He chose not to change his son's last name because he would rather not be part of the Jujutsu World. Even if Megumi awakens the prized technique, Toji would fight tooth and nail if his son wanted to live a normal life, just like he would for Naoya.

Part of him felt responsible for Naoya since the day he killed her father. She didn't have a father figure in her life after that. In many ways, Toji was that unofficial figurehead. That is how he felt. He wasn't sure how his little cousin felt.

When Naoya turned fifteen, Sakura Fushiguro was launched into the world. Sakura made her first step into the civilian world as Toji Fushiguro's legal daughter and Megumi's sister, his son's next legal guardian, should he ever kick the bucket. Introducing Naoya to the civilian world made for a fun time but a bad influence, as she had a hidden gambling addiction. At least, her winning odds were typically in her favour.

Naoya Zenin was never to be seen for the next year until the pink-haired Sakura Fushiguro appeared at the halls of Jujutsu Tech.

Naoya disappearing didn't have much of a profound effect on Satoru, they hung out a few times only of necessity. It was nice having someone nearly the same strength as him in this world and training with them. They were engaged, friends, and then their engagement broke off the night he walked into the Zenin Clan massacre. Naoya's reputation worsened, and he never saw her again when he entered Jujutsu Tech. Parts of him wanted to know why she decided to disappear from the face of the earth, but he had no time for people like that. If she wanted to run away like a coward, so be it.

Or so he thought.

The new first-year students walked past their classroom in synchronized steps: a blonde, a brunette, and a pinkette. They followed the new first-year teacher, Kusakabe, around the school for the introductory tour.

The school, in Sakura's eyes, reminded her of the academy—three students every year, sort of like a team, and each member would grow up to fight within certain missions and situations. To get up to the school, one had to walk up a mountain of steps. Overall, the school inhabited a dormitory, a morgue—why? She didn't know—with a medical office connected to it, a training ground, sports fields, and a warehouse full of cursed tools.

Their tour stopped in the second-year classroom, where they met the only other students on campus. Sakura stood between Nanami and Haibara as they lined up front to give a brief introduction to the second year.

"Nanami Kento."

"Sakura Fuhsiguro."

"Hiabara Yu, it's a pleasure to you guys!"

Immediately, everyone could tell who the extrovert was. In a good way, Haibara reminded Sakura of Naruto, and luckily, Nanami reminded her of nobody from her previous life. If she had to choose, she would probably compare him to Ino because of his hair colour.

Their first-year teacher looked at the other three students, not paying attention. "Usually, when someone introduces themselves, it's polite to introduce yourselves back."

"Shoko," the girl with brown chin-length hair said, peering her eyes up at the three, filing her nails while sucking on a lolly pop. "And that's Suguru Geto with four eyes over there."

Kusakabe sighed. "Shoko, you're not supposed to speak for the entire class."

"I feel like their certified babysitter than their classmate," the other healer reasoned.

Sakura smiled mischievously, gardening the attention from the three of them as if they had felt a slight increase in the surrounding atmosphere. Nanami flinched quietly beside her as Haibara smiled nervously. "I see the only mature second-year here is the girl. I find it quite annoying that the only two special grade assholes are too equipped with their phones to even give a shit about the ones who are supposed to look up to them."

"Sakura, let try not to start any fights," Kusakabe advised, only to be to entirely ignored.

The pinkette stepped forward to put her hand on Surguru's desk. She stayed in eye contact with him for a solid thirty seconds before smirking to herself—a knock-off of Sasuke-kun. "Sugu-kun."

Horrified, Suguru disagreed. "No."

"You never introduced yourself to me, so I decided to address it in my way."

"Call me that, and I will burn you alive."

"Your threats are lovely," Sakura noted. "But not the worst I've heard."

Seeing the pinkette turn to his best friend, Gojo felt a tinge of distaste spark inside himself. Who dares threaten his best friend, a special grade sorcerer. That girl would die if they were ever put against each other. She'd probably piss her pants— emerald green eyes spun towards him, clearly enthralled. Gojo tilted his dark sunglasses so that ocean blue would meet those barbaric green eyes. He matched her ferocity by smirking the same way she did. He sat on top of his desk as the girl got up in his face, the same way she did with Suguru. Instead of looking down, she looked up at him, like a good first-year should. She was weaker than him and should look at him like a king because she could never stand on his throne. There was only one girl who could have tried, and she ran away like a coward.

"Satoru." The way the name rolled off the pinkette's lips was familiar.

When Naoya came out, his eyes on the girl who had come out of his father's office entranced him to the months of spring.

Looking into the pinkette's eyes, he knew whose green eyes those were. They say April spring showers bring May flowers—like the cherry blossoms after winter, Naoya's memory died with the cold and sprung back to life as cherry blossom pink hair. Naoya is Sakura, and Sakura is Naoya. The gallant, bloodthirsty look in this first-year's eyes matched those of the girl who killed her father and massacred the clan members who went against her. This girl-turned-woman was worthy of standing on the same podium as him.

He couldn't believe the shit Naoya was pulling—changing her hair colour to changing her entire identity. She ran away but returned as Sakura Fushiguro, someone more powerful than Naoya. This was Sakura, someone more suitable to be at the side of the strongest. He would sit back and watch how Sakura would play this game with a massive smile on his face. The girl had a way of making life interesting and binding herself to the oddest of people— Toji, his father, and him.

Satoru leaned down to Sakura's ear. "Nice to meet you, wifey."

It didn't surprise Sakura that he figured out who she used to be. "Last time I checked, I'm not engaged to you any more."

"That can be changed."

"When snowballs don't melt in hell, I'll consider it," she said, pushing on the limitless against her positive energy shield.

The fact that someone was even creating literal sparks against Satoru's limitless left the classroom speechless.