Naoya sat perched on the edge of a skyscraper, one leg dangling over the abyss, the other bent lazily as he leaned back on his palms.
Tokyo sprawled beneath him in glittering silence.
Above, the moon hung nearly full, casting a pale light across his face as the wind tousled his hair.
Tomorrow was launch day.
People had no idea that what they were about to download would plunge the world into chaos.
He was just about to leave when he heard soft footsteps behind him.
Kaori.
She didn't speak at first. She simply walked up beside him and sat down, mirroring his posture—casual, thoughtful, a little smug.
"I'm actually really excited to see how this world turns out," she said at last, smirking. "Can I ask you something, Naoya?"
He didn't respond, just glanced at her sideways.
"What's your real purpose in doing all this?" she asked. "What's the endgame, really?"
Naoya didn't answer right away. His gaze remained fixed on the moon, its silver glow reflected in his cold eyes.
Silence stretched.
The wind moved through his hair.
Far below, the city's noise faded into nothing.
Then, finally—without turning to look at her—he answered, his expression deadly serious:
"It's for world peace."
Kaori blinked.
Then stared.
Then—
"Pfft—hah—hahahaha!?"
She burst into laughter, nearly falling off the ledge.
Naoya waited until her laughter settled, then spoke.
"Then let me ask you something. What was the point of creating Yuji Itadori? Why go to all that trouble, stir up all that chaos... even giving birth?"
Kaori's laughter died instantly. Her smirk faded, replaced by a quiet, calculating calm.
She sat up straight, eyes narrowing.
"i think that you already know why but i will explain it, It's for Sukuna's return," she said smoothly. "I need him as a tool of chaos and destruction—to tear the old order apart. To clear the path for the merger.".
She paused, then exhaled through her nose.
"But now? Your little plan might actually replace mine. And that means... I've wasted years chasing for the sake of my evil plan."
"I couldn't exactly wait around for the universe to cough up a perfect vessel, could I?" she continued. "So I created one myself. Controlled every variable. Guaranteed the outcome."
Naoya let out a short, humorless laugh.
"That's some dedication."
He leaned back farther, gazing at the stars now.
"You want to know the truth?" he said.
"I built this game because I was bored. I'd already clawed my way out of mediocrity. I wanted power, respect, legacy—whatever. And now... I have it. I'm not the strongest sorcerer to ever live, but I'm strong enough. Strong enough for me. And for once, that's enough."
Kaori studied him for a long moment. Her eyes softened slightly.
"Is that so?" she said quietly.
Naoya nodded, slow and distant.
"My new goal? Immortality, I guess. Maybe I'll keep refining myself... but honestly, I'm not that hungry anymore. The fire's burned out. Now? I'm just curious."
He finally turned to her, his expression unreadable.
"You wouldn't happen to know how to become immortal, would you?"
Kaori looked up at the sky and smiled.
"Maybe I'll show you—if you impress me."
Naoya said nothing. He just smiled, slow and quiet, as if he already knew the answer.
…
The download finished at 3:42 AM.
There was no splash screen, No intro cinematic, just a single word on a pitch-black screen:
"JUJUTSU KAISEN."
Renji squinted at it through the dim light of his laptop. His dorm room smelled like instant noodles and overheated electronics. Outside, Tokyo slept, save for the faint hum of construction somewhere far off.
He cracked his knuckles and clicked New Game.
The screen pulsed once—then launched straight into chaos.
A cutscene began—long, cinematic, and incredibly detailed. It followed a teenager with pink hair living an ordinary high school life until he stumbled upon a grotesque, cursed object—a black, rotting finger wrapped in talismans.
Then, another teen showed up—this one with black hair and sharp eyes. He claimed he was from "Jujutsu High" and came to retrieve the finger. Before long, they were both fighting a grotesque, twitching creature they called a Cursed Spirit, trying to save the pink-haired guy's friends.
Then the pink-haired teen—Yuji, they called him—ate the finger.
And everything changed.
Renji blinked. "Holy shit… this animation."
He usually skipped cutscenes. But not this time. This wasn't just cutscene quality—it was anime quality, or maybe better.
"Is this even a game… or a show?" he muttered, leaning in.
By 5:00 AM, he was hooked.
The gameplay was smooth—unreasonably smooth. The urban Tokyo environments were textured down to the cracks in the pavement. Shibuya, Akihabara, abandoned subway tunnels—every corner felt alive. Shops lit up realistically. NPCs flinched when he sprinted too close. Some even whispered as he walked by.
And the curses?
Hideous. Uncanny. Real.
Some looked like twisted animals. Others were humanoid but wrong in every way—bloated limbs, gaping jaws, black sludge dripping from twisted smiles.
He skipped the story quests at first—eager to explore the open world. With mechanics this smooth, how could he not?
That's when he found the Detention Center.
And that's when he met the boss called "Finger Bearer."
He died.
Thirteen times.
"What the hell is this difficulty?" Renji growled, gripping his mouse tighter. He'd beaten games with brutal bosses and even cleared them without co-op.
But this?
This was different.
The damage scaling. The timing-based cursed energy blocks. The insane unpredictability of the curse's attacks.
Renji paused, realizing something:
"I need to actually understand the power system… Cursed Energy or whatever it's called."
Defeated but curious, he switched to Story Mode and started again from the beginning.
By Chapter 4, he was surprisingly invested.
The game forced you to play as the story's main characters—starting with Yuji Itadori, who Renji found a bit bland. Just martial arts and superhuman strength. He fought a cursed corpse dummy from the principal, saved people in abandoned buildings, and got beat up a lot.
He got to play as Nobara too. Her Straw Doll Technique was flashy and fun. When he tried using it on a curse holding a kid hostage, the move killed both—the curse and the child.
Game Over. Restart mission.
"…"
Still, things picked up when Megumi became the focus.
Now he was fun.
Summoning shadowy creatures—dogs, frogs, a snake, even a weird bird. His gameplay felt strategic and stylish. Positioning mattered. Timing mattered. Renji felt like a ninja with options.
But it was Sukuna who changed everything.
During a cutscene, Renji watched in awe as Sukuna absolutely annihilated the Finger Bearer. The same boss that had crushed him over and over.
Then came those two words:
"Domain Expansion."
The screen shifted. A space of shadows and blood-red thrones. The air crackled with cursed energy.
Renji felt a chill.Goosebumps.
Back in Chapter 1, Sukuna had made a brief appearance—reincarnated inside Yuji. He fought that guy with the blindfold—Gojo, apparently—and got no-diffed. It only lasted about ten seconds, but you could tell Gojo was way stronger.
Renji had skipped the dialogue back then, when Gojo started explaining jujutsu stuff to Yuji on the way to meet the principal.
Now he regretted it.
He didn't care what Gojo had said about Sukuna. Because now, after playing as Sukuna himself, he realized something terrifying:
"This guy is unstoppable."
The gameplay as Sukuna was almost unfair—but so satisfying. Instant movement, cursed slashes, overwhelming power. It didn't even feel like a boss fight.
Renji leaned back, heart still pounding from the rush.
...
After launching the game, Naoya sat comfortably in his sleek Kyoto office, the city lights casting a faint glow through the window behind him. Naraku was at his side, quietly pouring tea into delicate porcelain cups. The calm moment was suddenly shattered when the door slammed open with a loud bang, rattling the walls.
A sultry, feminine voice floated into the room, sharp and teasing.
"I think I'm a little late, aren't I?" She stepped inside, every movement dripping with confidence. Her eyes locked onto Naoya's, and she didn't bother to hide the smirk playing on her lips. "But before we get into whatever our meeting is supposed to be... I have a question for you."
"Hmm?"
Naoya's eyes narrowed as he quickly recognized the woman. A slow smirk spread across his face.
She took a slow step closer, blowing a teasing kiss his way that seemed to linger in the air like a challenge.
"What's your type of woman?"
Naoya chuckled dryly, shaking his head. "Wrong door. This isn't the kitchen."