The Sorcerer Killer's Third Chance (JJK x Re:ZERO)

Third Time's A Charm

"You... What's your name?"

"It's... Fushiguro."

"Not Zen'in, huh? I'm glad."

With a faint smile, Toji Fushiguro took his own life, not just to protect his son Megumi, but with the peace of knowing that everything would be fine without him.

As the light left his eyes, Toji felt something strange—a sensation he hadn't expected. Instead of the eternal nothingness he had anticipated, a cold breeze brushed against his skin. His eyes, heavy and dulled by death, snapped open to an unfamiliar sight.

The sounds of bustling voices and the hum of daily life filled the air. Toji found himself lying on hard cobblestone in the middle of a busy town square. Merchants peddled their wares, and villagers walked past without sparing him a glance, as if a man appearing out of nowhere was just another part of their routine.

But something was off. Among the humans were figures with animal ears, tails, and claws—demi-humans.

Toji's muscles tensed, instincts on high alert. His first thought was cursed spirits, something twisted and dangerous. His hand twitched, but he didn't reach for his cursed tools—he knew they were still safely sealed within his cursed spirit pet, which remained inside his stomach, waiting to be summoned.

Instead, he glanced down at himself. He was wearing the familiar black outfit from his past—the same gear he had worn in his final moments. Confusion crept into his mind. Was this some twisted afterlife? The clothes, the surroundings, none of it made sense.

He kept his stance neutral, observing the town square. The demi-humans moved like ordinary people, their conversations and movements casual. No hostility. No cursed energy he could detect.

Still, Toji couldn't let his guard down. This place wasn't safe—at least, not until he understood what was happening.

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Walking through the bustling streets filled with a mix of humans and demi-humans Toji took in the unfamiliar architecture. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, it was as if he were sent back in time to the medieval age. But that still wouldn't explain why he's alive.

"I could have sworn I died..." Toji muttered to himself, lost in his thoughts.

However, he snapped out, hearing loud shouts and commotion, turning to see that a young child had fallen right into the path of what appeared to a carriage being pulled by a large reptile, barreling forward, completely oblivious to the small child under it.

Toji's sharp instincts kicked in as he observed the commotion. The child was frozen in place, eyes wide with terror, as the carriage barreled closer. The carriage was a bizarre sight—pulled by a massive reptile, its scales glinting in the sunlight.

Toji's first impulse was to avoid involvement, his mind still preoccupied with understanding this strange world and finding his bearings. However, the sight of the child's imminent danger and the sheer urgency of the situation tugged at something within him.

He didn't understand why, but, despite his reluctance, a part of him couldn't ignore the imminent tragedy unfolding before him. The child's helplessness, so stark against the chaotic backdrop, stirred something buried deep inside—a sense of responsibility or perhaps a remnant of values he had cast aside before his death. Once a man who had discarded his old principles for survival, he now found those very values resurfacing in an unexpected moment.

Without a moment's hesitation, Toji moved. His speed was so immense that it seemed as if he had teleported. One moment he was standing a distance away, and the next, he was beside the child. He snatched the small figure from the path of the oncoming carriage with a fluid grace that defied belief. The reptile creature let out a startled hiss as the carriage swerved sharply, barely avoiding collision.