Shiro Akatsuki is a rising star at Tokyo Jujutsu High, a sorcerer with the power to control vectors-forces of unimaginable magnitude. Cold and distant, he keeps to himself, haunted by a past he can't remember. But as Shiro navigates the battles agai...
That was the first thing Shiro Akatsuki remembered. An endless void, stretching in every direction. He floated in it, weightless and cold, with no sense of time or space. There was no sound, no light—only the chilling embrace of nothingness.
Then, a voice pierced through the void.
"Accelerator."
The word echoed in his mind, sharp and clear. It felt foreign, yet familiar, as if it had been buried deep within him all along. His chest tightened, and in that instant, everything changed.
Suddenly, there was light.
Shiro's eyes snapped open, and he gasped for breath, as if he had been submerged underwater for too long. His body jerked forward, and he found himself lying on a cold stone floor, his limbs trembling as if waking from a long, deep sleep. The dim light of the room barely illuminated his surroundings, but the shadows danced eerily on the walls, twisting into shapes that made his skin crawl.
He pushed himself up on shaky arms, glancing around the space. He didn't recognize it. Where was he? Who was he?
His head throbbed with pain as he tried to remember. Flashes of indistinct faces and muffled voices flickered through his mind, but none of it made sense. His past was a blank canvas, wiped clean of all meaning.
"You're awake."
Shiro turned sharply toward the voice. A figure stood in the corner of the room, cloaked in shadows, their face hidden. Only their eyes gleamed in the darkness, cold and calculating.
"Who are you?" Shiro asked, his voice hoarse.
The figure stepped forward, their features still obscured. "That's not important right now. What matters is that you've been given a purpose, Shiro."
Shiro narrowed his eyes, his muscles tense. "A purpose?"
The figure nodded slowly. "You may not remember it yet, but you were created for a reason. A reason that will become clear in time. Until then, all you need to know is that you have the power to control vectors—forces that shape the world around you."
Shiro's breath caught in his throat. Vectors. The word resonated with something deep within him, stirring a sensation in his core. Without thinking, he raised his hand, and the air around him shifted. He could feel it—the invisible forces at play, the currents of energy bending to his will.
The figure's voice was low and steady, almost hypnotic. "You are not like the others. You were made for a greater destiny. But before you can fulfill that destiny, you must learn control. Strength. You were made for one purpose and one purpose only, Shiro. Protect Yuji Itadori."
Shiro's mind swirled with questions, but he remained silent, his eyes fixed on the figure. That figure... was the last thing he saw before blacking out.
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He woke up in front of a school, immediately feeling the presence of a powerful item. He looked around, wondering what was going on, but his mind kept telling him, "Don't think! Go!" And so he did. He ran into the school, rushing up to the roof.
There, he saw a pink-haired boy being almost devoured by a strange, blue monster.
"Shit..!" Shiro yelled, sprinting towards the boy. Without thinking, he reached out and touched the monster, and in a split second, it exploded. Its body disintegrated as though every drop of blood had been reversed, bursting it apart from within.
But whatever had been happening to the boy, Shiro couldn't stop it. Strange black marks began to appear along the boy's skin, spreading like a virus.
Shiro stood frozen, staring at the aftermath of the monster's sudden explosion. The blue curse had vanished, obliterated by a force Shiro hadn't even known he could control. His chest heaved, his body tense and ready for more—but there was no more. Only silence.
The pink-haired boy lay on the roof, writhing in pain as the black marks crept across his body. His face twisted with agony, yet beneath the pain, something darker lurked—something dangerous.
"What... what is happening?" Shiro muttered to himself. He could feel the immense pressure of cursed energy radiating from the boy, stronger than anything he had ever encountered. This wasn't normal.
Suddenly, the boy's head jerked up, his eyes snapping open. They weren't the same as before—no longer the eyes of a human. His pupils had turned into thin slits, almost serpentine, and a dark grin stretched across his face.
"Well, well," the boy—or whatever had taken over him—spoke with a voice that wasn't his own, deeper, dripping with malice. "Looks like I've got a new body."
Shiro's heart raced. Whatever this was, it wasn't the same boy who had been moments away from being devoured. This was something ancient, something vile.
The cursed marks continued to spread across the boy's skin, and he stood up slowly, testing his limbs like a predator getting used to its new form. His eyes locked onto Shiro, and the air between them grew heavy with tension.
"And who might you be?" the new man asked, tilting his head. "Someone interesting, I hope."
Shiro's mind was spinning. He didn't know who this boy was, but something inside told him one thing: protect Yuji Itadori. The name echoed in his mind like a command.
"Yuji... Itadori?" Shiro whispered to himself, the pieces falling into place. This boy was the one he was meant to protect. But from what? From himself?
The thing controlling Yuji's body took a step forward, its grin widening. "You look like you've seen a ghost." It laughed, the sound cold and hollow. "Why don't you entertain me for a while?"
Shiro's hands twitched, instinctively reaching for the energy in the air around him. Motion—he could feel it shifting, bending to his will. But before he could make a move, a new presence slammed into the rooftop with the force of a cannon.
"That's enough, Sukuna!" A white-haired man said with a smile on his face, "Picking on high-schoolers..? At your age?" The man chuckled, walking over. "And look at you, Megumi..! All bloodied up..! I have to show the third years!" the white-haired man said once again, pulling out his phone.
"Tch..." The black-haired boy on the other side of the roof said, clearly annoyed.
While the white-haired man snapped pictures, the thing that had taken Yuji's body charged at him.
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"Watch out..!" Shiro yelled, reaching out again, but before he could do anything, everything went black.
