Avatar, and The Last Sorcerer [JJKxATLA]

Chapter 00 - Legacy

[Year: 2024]

(Location: Brazil, São Paulo)

On a cold, quiet Sunday, far from the big Brazilian city, in a more remote neighborhood.

A boy is standing in the middle of a square in a local park,


His confused and slightly emotional eyes watch the back that gets further and further away,

Of a pink-haired young man.

He then looks at the box in his hands. Its size is not large, but what must be inside is heavier than any normal material good, as it holds an emotional weight.

The boy then turns around and starts walking home,

As he made his way through the chilly and damp streets of the town, the faint aroma of freshly baked bread wafted from the local bakery. The boy offered a friendly wave to the baker, who was taking a break outside, enjoying a smoke.

Continuing on, he passed the local bar where the regulars were gathered, their laughter and banter echoing onto the street. He exchanged waves with the familiar faces, sharing a lighthearted moment as he noticed one of the patrons nearly stumbling to the ground. Chuckling to himself, he made his way past the bar, the sound of their laughter lingering in the air.

The young boy has been a resident of this neighborhood for the past 13 years. His journey here began when he was just 2 years old. At that tender age, he was discovered alone on the streets and subsequently taken in by a compassionate neighborhood couple who had been actively seeking to expand their family through adoption.

The boy had never been able to obtain clear answers from anyone about the specifics of his heritage, but it didn't bother him much. What was evident to him was that he had some form of Asian ancestry. This was not surprising, considering that Brazil is home to the largest Japanese population outside of Japan.

He had never had much of a clue as to where he came from exactly, or who his parents or relatives were... Until the last few days, when he was contacted by a dude, who named himself as a student of an apparent deceased cousin of the boy.

And here we are.

The pink-haired young man talked to him for a few minutes, with the kindest and happiest smile the boy had ever seen in his life.
Then handing him the box and leaving.

The boy yawns lightly, his face and hair still kind of messy after waking up early.

As he arrives at the small building where he lives, the boy takes out his cell phone to see who is sending him a message on a Sunday.

'Ah, it's Jão' The boy sees the name and quickly reads the message.

{Jão: Are you going to come to the gym tomorrow, man? The coach said that there is even a coffee machine there now.}

The boy chuckled and shook his head. He would never understand his friend's obsession with coffee, as he was more of a tea guy himself.

He opened the door to his house and went in. His parents were at church at this time, which left him with the house to himself for the day. He goes to the balcony and sits at the little table outside, leaving the box on the table.

In the periphery of his vision, the boy suddenly caught a glimpse of movement. Intrigued, he turned his head to see a small, ethereal creature floating in the air. Its delicate wings fluttered rapidly, creating a soft buzzing sound that filled the room.

The boy's blue eyes furrowed with irritation as he watched the mysterious being for a few seconds, trying to discern its nature. In a swift motion, the creature darted away, disappearing through the balcony with a graceful flutter of its wings.

'Fucking Demons.' He says to himself, eyes never leaving the creature until it's gone.

Already accustomed to such a sight since his childhood, the boy ignores what has just happened, and promptly opens the box, which is smooth and completely black.

He unlocks the simple mechanism with just a little force, and when he opens it he is bombarded with something familiar.

His hands grip the corners of the box, his eyes widen slightly and he just tries to focus and take a deep breath,

Negativity is the name he gave to that pure feeling that he could feel and no one else could. Something that over the years he managed to adapt and get used to.

The boy, after closing his eyes and calming down, finally stops to observe the contents of the box.

He gets slightly confused...

Three books, and what appears to be a small notebook.

All with black covers, written in two languages: English and what the boy is 80% sure is English.

The boy then takes the first book in his hand.

"Jujutsu for Idiots.... By Satoru Gojo."

The boy smirks slightly,
'I have no idea what Jujutsu is, but it sounds like something straight out of Naruto.' He thinks and notices that the book is quite big, it must have, like, 200 pages?

'And... Satoru Gojo, that's him. My cousin.'

The boy thinks about this fact, he had a living relative, who came to know about me and wrote and prepared this for me.

'Gojo huh, funny last name... It's a shame Rafael Gojo doesn't sound appealing'
A smile comes to his face, his hands lightly squeezing the book, in his heart he couldn't help but be happy and grateful, excited to have something that came from someone with his blood.

He doesn't have any kind of problem with his family, of course, his parents are the best parents anyone could have...

But the life of an adopted child, one in his circumstances, is slightly... Melancholic.

Rafael, or Rafa as he is usually called, leaves his problems aside and goes back to focusing on the box and the books.

The smiling boy promptly takes these things to his room, it's time to binge-read everything in them.

[2 months later, Saturday Morning.]

The boy yawns loudly, walking through the nearly empty streets of this slightly rainy morning. 

His white hoodie was hooded to escape the rain,

He just left his local gym, where he had a small meeting to celebrate his friend João's brand-new black belt.

The boy now technically graduated in his classes...

That is if Sensei hadn't made it clear that a black belt meant nothing but hierarchy.

The boy still had a lot to learn, after all, Rafa himself could still beat him up,

'Well, I'm apparently not a good example for that.' The boy mentally snarks to himself, not being able to help but reopen a slight mental wound, about a recent discussion.

The boy stops his inner irritation when he feels something, and looks to his side again.

A buzzing sound comes closer to him.

The boy quickly sees the little being, a mutant fly from the nightmares of some horror book writer, a demon.

Now properly known to the boy.

'Flyhead, a common and weak curse.'

The boy stops and watches with watchful eyes until the being lands on his shoulder, its small "paws" tugging at his hoodie.

Without making any sudden movements, the boy raises his left hand, in the shape of a flick.

He concentrates as much as possible to not mess up and from his fingertips... A small flow of blue energy begins to surround it,

The monster seems to notice that too late, the boy flicks the creature's head and it explodes in purple blood, being exorcised.

A smile comes to the boy's face, his contented expression disappearing as he walks back down the streets-

As he focuses his eyes back on the streets he is walking on, the boy freezes completely.

His eyes no longer look at the street with few people, low buildings, random shops, and the occasional car passing by.

No,
Now a series of trees surround the boy, who stands with his mouth open, his eyes trembling slightly, and his mouth closing and opening.

He starts looking around at the scenery, only to see the same landscape.

His next action is...Pinch himself.


Ouch.


Not a dream.


The wind passes through the place, and the boy stands there in a state of shock and fear...


Random thoughts hit him hard.
But at the end, one in particular gives him a bad taste in his mouth,

'Oh fuck... I got Isekai'd '