The Strongest Sorcerer of Tomorrow (Megumi x Arknights)

Chapter 1: Arrival

A/N: Bumgumi? Puddle Man? Potential Man? Get that shit out of here, WE HAVE WEGUMI!!!

Might update this more slowly than my Gojo x Arknights fic though.

I AM PUSHING THE JJK X ARKNIGHTS AGENDA HARD, PLEASE, I NEED MORE JJK X ARKNIGHTS FICS!

Also, Megumi is 18 years old in this fic. For reasons.

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"BLACK FLASH!"

The words echoed amongst the ruined remains of Shinjuku, the showdown that had sprung forth from the Clash of the Strongest had left near irreparable damage; but the battle that came after left it in further disrepair.

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, the Disgraced One had wreaked havoc amongst the squadron sent to subjugate him, leaving all to think twice before stepping within his presence.

However, the one to foil his reign of tyranny was the one and only Prince of Black Sparks, Itadori Yuji.

His fist pierced through the abnormal and deformed body of Sukuna, the Sparks of Black erupting from his fist.

The soul of the Demon ruptured, tearing through the fiber of his being. The King of Curses had completely, and utterly lost.

Fushiguro Megumi found himself bursting through his back, but the damage had been done. There was no choice in the matter, and the 18 year-old man was completely fine with that, closing his eyes as the impact of the ground was felt through his body.

He could hear Yuji talking, saying something. Perhaps it was a desperate attempt to call out to him, to try and save him? It didn't matter.

Megumi was satisfied with this, his existence proving nothing but a burden to everybody. The deaths of all those people were for him to bear alone. His sister, his mentor, all of them died because he wasn't strong enough, unable to do anything to fight back against Sukuna.

A great enough potential to surpass Gojo Satoru? What a joke, and he was the butt of it.

At the same time, Megumi was happy with the fact he could finally close his eyes, even if it would last until the end of time.

Perhaps reincarnation existed? And he was about to become reincarnated into an even worse life than before? He honestly didn't know, he wasn't that well vested in karma and Buddhism.

Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College had taught it and in regards to how it related to some cursed techniques throughout history; but he remembered being too tired and getting an average grade for that test.

But hey, his other grades had-

Why was he even thinking of this? Megumi couldn't find the answer, perhaps seeking comfort in his last moments... If it even was happening?

Was it?

...

Was he still alive? Why could he still think? In fact, he could still feel... Something? His body felt like they were touching something, something cold and hard.

It was like concrete, no, it was concrete, why was he feeling concrete of all things?

His fingers twitched, first, his index finger, and then his middle. One by one, Megumi's entire hand was regaining its senses; an unnatural feeling after being held in the depths of consciousness for an entire length of a month.

Soon enough, the left hand of Megumi's twitched, along with the entire arm following after. His eyelids shook, he tried to pry it open without the need of using his hands, but it proved useless.