"Hm.." A young man, once a soul inspected himself in the mirror. As he was inspecting himself he delved into the memories of this body.
His new name was [Kenji Joule], a red haired young boy who was the same age as him as he died, 15. This young boy was living a normal life as of recently. But all of it changed when both of his parents died of weird circumstances, leaving him with a very large sum of wealth he has inherited.
You would think he would live a carefree life after he had moved from his parents death, but apparently not. As he started seeing 'Cursed Spirits'. Specifically what Kenji could only describe as Ghosts of his parents.
As he looked at himself in the mirror, he caught a glimpse of the so called, 'Curses' it was grotesque. Just seeing it made Kenji shiver.
The two curses of what were once this body's parents stared at him through the open door of the bathroom.
As Kenji slowly calmed himself down and steeled himself to get out of the bathroom he walked past the combined lump that is his Mother and Father.
Can you see us? Can you see us? Can you see us? Can you see us?
The curse whispered into his ear as he sat on the sofa, trying his best to appear calm and nonchalant ignoring the creature that he could only describe as something that came out of The Song Of Saya, that accursed visual novel his friends once tricked him into playing.
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Eventually the torment of the curse stopped as it believed he couldn't really see them. Doing whatever the fuck curses do, it left him to his thoughts.
'Fuck.. I'm in Jujutsu Kaisen aren't I?' If the Curse roaming in his house wasn't proof enough, then he had more.
In the memories of this body, the school he attended had a certain famous individual, famous for his absurd physical prowess that could put any strongman to shame.
Yuji Itadori.
Kenji sighed as he stood up from the sofa and went upstairs to his room under the eyes of his grotesque curse parents.
From what he had observed, the Curse still had traits his parents once had. Like not entering his room.
He thought it was weird, how he could see his parents that is. From what he had remembered from Jujutsu Kaisen, only certain individuals could actually see Curses. Sorcerers are one of them, one of the main forces of this world, with the strongest ones capable of destroying cities with ease.
And those with naturally high amounts of Cursed Spirits, like his parents were made out of cursed energy.
"And Cursed Energy is.." A light blue flame formed on his arm, as he gazed into the flame he felt certain emotions bubbling inside him, rage, hatred, fear. Negative emotions that all humans have.
The flame, is a byproduct of Cursed Energy Manipulation, an ability that Jujutsu Sorcerers use to combat Cursed Spirits.
Normally, being able to control Cursed Energy was hard, and it was a common ability to have.
But to Kenji, it was almost like second-nature, as soon as he tried to manipulate his Cursed Energy, it simlpy complied, as if he was handling Cursed Energy all his life.
'Is it because of that?' He remembered what the Woman in White once said.
'A powerful soul..' He gazed intently into the flame on his hand, as he extinguished it with as his hand formed a fist. Just what future awaited him? He didn't know, but as a self-proclaimed Sigma.
He'd face it head on.
———
As Kenji sat on the bed of his room, a modest 70 square meter room. Complete with the essentials, as well as a three monitor PC setup.
"This guy was living the dream." Kenji muttured as he took out the Card and phone under his bed.
He gazed intently at the card in his hand, a template card. A card that held infinite potential, with this card he could inherit the powers of any individual that the card chose for him.
He inhaled a large amount of air as he prepared. He knew his luck was comparable to that of a Caster, his history of Gacha was a testament to that. So he was worried, what if he got a trash character, he would practically be doomed.
Or not, he could just use his god given talent in Sorcerery to absolutely decimates Sukuna, but he wanted something far more.
And so, he infused his intent into the card as it glowed a red and black glow. It started levitating in the air and spinning rapidly as crackles of black red lights came out of the card.
He observed silently, waiting for the show to stop as it didn't take long for the card to return to his hands again.
Two letters were present on the card, as well as a picture. A picture of a stickman, his body was as red as his hair, his aura as MASSIVE as an ocean.
His eyes were different from each other as they were his identify.
KJ, the strongest stickman himself. Has come to bless him, Kenji felt as if it was perfect.
Kenji Joule
Kilo Joule [A/N: Yes that's KJ's name.]
The card slowly floated to his chest as it imbedded itself at his very center. Kenji felt a large amount of information enter his brain, KJ's experiences, his enlightenments, The Slap.
He felt his body changing, he felt his power growing with every second that passed, his muscles bulged, his build changed, from slim to a perfect symmetry of lean and muscular, he grew a few inches taller, and his hair redder, now reminiscent of Neon Red.
But the most evident change were his eyes as they both carried a letter of his existence each.
K J, Kenji Joule, The Doom Scroller, The Brainrotted One. Bearer of the Vessel of Racism.
And the one, who flexes.
———[Chapter End]———
A/N: UNLIMITED FLEX WORKS!!!! RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY!!
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