Soul Land: Real Jujutsu

Nuh, I'd Born!!!

'Where am I?' The thought echoed through the strange darkness that enveloped me. It didn't make any sense. How could I even be thinking? I felt... small, but alive. Then it struck me. I wasn't just small; I was microscopic.

'I'm... a sperm?' The shock was overwhelming. This was impossible. How could I—what was happening? But there was no time to ponder. A surge of instinct, pure and unyielding, took over. I had to move, to race forward, driven by a need I couldn't fully understand.

'Forget it! I'll figure this out later,' I decided, pushing away the confusion. I needed to focus, to secure my place in this strange, new reality. There were others like me, countless competitors, all fighting for the same goal. But I wasn't going to lose. I couldn't.

I surged ahead, weaving through the chaos, outmaneuvering the others with a determination that surprised even me. The race was fierce, but something inside me knew I had to win.

Out of nowhere, a voice echoed in the void, cutting through the silence. "Out of all the sperm I just released, who do you think would win, them or you?"

I was taken aback, but I wasn't about to show it. "If they went straight for the egg, they might give me some trouble," I replied, confidence lacing my words.

"But would you lose?" the voice asked, pushing further.

"Nah, I'd born," I declared, the words spilling out with a certainty that surprised me. There was no doubt in my mind.

As I continued my journey, I felt the woman's body react, her immune system launching a fierce assault. It was like walking into a death trap, millions of us being slaughtered by a force we couldn't see. But I wasn't just another sperm. I had learned something—'domain amplification,' it seemed to call itself. I used it, pushing back against the onslaught. It wasn't easy, but I made it. I reached the egg.

"Are you the strongest because you're the first sperm here, or are you the first sperm here because you are the strongest?" The egg's voice was calm, almost curious.

I wasn't sure how I could even understand it, but the question didn't faze me. "When it comes to conception, we are the exception. Throughout ejaculation and impregnation, I alone am the born one," I responded, pride swelling within me.

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"Congratulations! It's a boy. His mother named him Tian Ren." The midwife's voice was soft, almost tender, but I could sense something was wrong.

"And the mother?" another voice asked, its tone heavy with dread.

"She's gone," the midwife replied, the words hanging in the air like a death sentence.

'Gone? My mother... was gone?' The realization hit me like a blow, but I couldn't do anything. I was just a newborn, helpless, trapped in this tiny, fragile body.

"Poor baby. His father died months ago. Should we take care of him now?" the voice asked again, a hint of concern in it.

"Dispose of him to some orphanage. We'll say his mother died after a miscarriage," another voice, colder, more detached, responded.

'Dispose of me? The nerve of these people! How dare they talk about me like I'm some object to be discarded?' But I couldn't do anything. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but all that came out were helpless, pathetic wails.

"You want to—"

"I've made up my mind. Letting him live is enough. Don't try to dissuade me," the cold voice cut off any protest.

And so, that was it. I was left alone, abandoned by the very people who should have protected me.

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