Author's Notes:
This is a crossover fanfiction of Jujutsu Kaisen and Naruto. For the past few days, I've been playing around with the idea of merging these two universes, but I struggled to come up with a solid concept. However, after reading some fanfics recently, I finally got inspired! I've decided to write a chapter-a-day series, with each chapter containing a few thousand words.

You can expect almost regular updates as I work through this story.

Now, let's dive into it!

Chapter 1

He lay on the battlefield, sliced in half, his abdominal organs spilling out, blood pouring from his mouth. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, echoing the countless hours of training that had shaped him. Who would have thought that Gojo Satoru, the Honored One, would meet a death like this?

As the memory of his mocking words to Ryomen Sukuna echoed in his ears, more unsettling thoughts crossed his mind:

Am I really the strongest?

If I am, why did I end up like this?

What will happen now? Will my students win?

Is there no future for Jujutsu sorcerers?

And then, the thought that hit him hardest:

What about my unborn child?

His mind shifted to those closest to him. Will Utahime and Shoko move on without me? The questions burned through him, but so did the pain. The smell of burning buildings and the sounds of explosions filled the air around him, suffocating his senses. Gradually, everything began to fade into darkness.

I guess I'm dead, he thought, a strange calm washing over him.

He felt weightless like he was ascending through a sky filled with stars, losing himself in the serenity of the vast, endless space.

As Gojo drifted into the abyss after his defeat at Sukuna's hands, a strange calm settled over him. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, the emptiness around him contrasting with the chaos of the battle that had just ended.

So this is it, huh? After everything—this is how I go?

He floated aimlessly, his eyes tracing the endless void, no longer masked by the Infinity he once wielded with ease. His thoughts wandered to the lives he'd touched, his students, his friends, and those he couldn't save.

Was I arrogant? No... I always knew the risks. But still... I didn't think Sukuna would be the one to put me down.

A soft sigh escaped him, his mind flickering back to the fight. The overwhelming power of the King of Curses was undeniable. Yet, despite everything, Gojo couldn't shake the satisfaction he felt.

At least I pushed him to his limit. Guess I can live— he caught himself, realizing the irony, —or die, with that.

His thoughts shifted to his students, especially to Yuji. A small smile crept onto his face.

I hope those brats don't mourn me too long. There's still work to do. I just paved the way... now they'll have to finish the job.

For the first time in a long while, Gojo felt something unfamiliar: peace.

Fate decided to show him a massive middle Finger and it etched more plans for him than he anticipated.

Gojo's consciousness, far from fading into the eternal quiet, was stirred by something deeper. The stillness around him began to pulse, faint ripples of energy brushing against him like distant whispers. He frowned, confusion lacing his thoughts.

I should be gone, right? he mused, his trademark smirk momentarily faltering. But it feels like something's still tethering me here. Damn it, why can't I ever catch a break?

Suddenly, the void twisted, reshaping itself. Fragments of memories flickered around him—his battles, his students, the moments of laughter he shared, the loneliness he always masked behind a confident grin. Yet, through it all, a heavy presence loomed. Something ancient, something far beyond even Sukuna.

What is this? Gojo wondered, a flicker of intrigue sparking in his chest. Is this fate? Or something worse?

As if in response, a voice—deep, commanding, and laced with an eerie familiarity—echoed through the void.

"Your story isn't finished yet, Satoru Gojo."

Gojo's eyes widened, the weight of the voice pressing against his very soul. He could feel it—whatever was pulling him back, it wasn't giving him a choice.

Of course, he thought, rolling his eyes, a mixture of frustration and excitement building within him. Even in death, I'm too interesting to be left alone.

His body, or whatever semblance of it he had in this strange limbo, began to shift, drawn toward the source of the voice.

Looks like fate has a little more in store for me. Fine then, he grinned to himself, the spark of mischief returning. Let's see what you've got, destiny.

Gojo felt an overwhelming sensation, something unfamiliar and disorienting. His consciousness, which had once been free to float in the vast emptiness, was now confined—restricted, trapped within an impossibly small, warm space. He tried to move, but his limbs felt heavy, unformed. It was like his body wasn't his own, yet it was undeniably alive.

What the hell... where am I? Gojo thought, his sharp mind racing as he tried to make sense of the strange, suffocating warmth surrounding him.

His instincts kicked in, and for the first time in what felt like eternity, he became aware of a faint rhythm—a heartbeat. Not just one, but two. One strong and steady, enveloping him, and the other... was his own. His realization hit him like a jolt of cursed energy.

Am I... inside a womb?

The thought was absurd, almost laughable. The strongest sorcerer, Satoru Gojo, reincarnated—reduced to a fetus, completely helpless and dependent on a body that wasn't even his own yet.

He tried to reach out for his cursed energy, but it was different now, faint, like a flicker of something distant. His powers, the techniques that made him who he was, were beyond his grasp, like a shadow he could no longer touch. It was frustrating, but also strangely calming.

I'm starting over from scratch, aren't I? He let out a mental sigh, the echo of it vibrating within his tiny form. Fate really has a twisted sense of humor.

As he continued to process the reality of his situation, he began to sense the presence of the mother—his mother. He could feel her movements, hear the muffled sounds of her voice, though the words were lost in the protective fluid. Her emotions seeped through to him—warmth, love, hope.

So... I'm being reborn into a new world, he thought, the absurdity of it no longer as overwhelming. Guess I have no choice but to play along.

Gojo smirked inwardly, even in this bizarre situation, his confidence unshaken. Fine, let's see what this new life holds. If destiny wants me back, I'll come back stronger than ever.