Mha/Bnha x Female Gojo| I Alone Am The Honoured One

1: Rebirth in a Strange World

It was peaceful.

Did I die?

The thought lingered as I floated between the edges of consciousness and oblivion. Sukuna... did we defeat him? My memories were murky, fragmented with images of the battle. Yuji's face flashed before me-his expression desperate, determined. Was he crying? I couldn't tell. The pain gnawed at me, but the details slipped away, just out of reach. I vaguely recalled Yuta's voice, a steady presence as he guided me through the cursed energy storm.

Did we win?

The silence pressed in around me, cold and heavy like a void. No grand farewell, huh? Figures. Maybe they sealed me away, thinking I was too dangerous, a weapon to be used later. The thought amused me in a bitter way. A proper ending was too much to ask for.

My chest heaved suddenly, and I gasped, jolting awake as if I'd been drowning. I lay sprawled on a cold, hard floor in a room I didn't recognize. The sharp taste of poison lingered on my lips, and the realization sent a jolt through my system. What was this place? Dim lights flickered above me, casting harsh shadows across the sterile white walls.

I forced myself up, my limbs trembling slightly from the shock of being awake again. This wasn't the battlefield. It wasn't the afterlife either. My head pulsed with questions, but nothing made sense. Where was I?

My heart raced as I scanned the room. It was clinical, impersonal. I could feel something, a familiar but off-beat sensation of energy. It wasn't cursed energy-no, this felt... different. Like a distant echo of the power I once wielded. It stirred beneath my skin, ready to awaken, but constrained somehow.

I chuckled to myself. "Reincarnated, huh? Is this my punishment for being too cool in my last life?" I was in my Jujutsu high uniform.

I stood, brushing off imaginary dust from my clothes. My reflection caught my eye in a nearby mirror. White hair, blue eyes-yeah, still me.

"Whoever you were," I muttered, "I'm sorry, but it looks like we're sharing this ride now."

I stepped toward the door, feeling the limits of this new world around me. My cursed technique stirred beneath the surface, ready to stretch, but there were new rules here. A quirked eyebrow and a grin tugged at my lips. Limitless and Six Eyes were still mine, but I'd have to figure put where am I.

"Guess it's time to make an entrance," I mused. A new world means new fun.

I threw the door open, stepping into a hallway that looked like it belonged in some school. This wasn't just reincarnation-this was something entirely different.

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As I strolled down the hall, the remnants of past memories faded, and the reality of this world began to settle in. I could hear distant voices, youthful and full of energy. A school for heroes, huh? I smirked to myself. Heroes, villains-none of that mattered to me. All that mattered was having fun.

With a grin, I put my hands in my pockets and strolled confidently into this new life. "Alright, new world-let's see what you've got."

"But let's go back to the room and see who I am now," Akira muttered to herself, walking toward the mirror.

She studied her reflection closely. "Sooo... this girl looks exactly like me, but shorter. What is she, 170 cm? I miss being 180 cm!" she groaned.

Then, a mischievous smirk crept onto her face. "But she's only 15. I can still grow plenty tall, heh. How can she look exactly like me, though? Did I change her appearance? Maybe... her body wasn't capable of handling my power. That could be it. But why was I reincarnated in the first place?" she wondered, crossing her arms.