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The Devil’s Vessel: Yuji’s Second Life at Kuoh Academy

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A boy who carried the weight of a dying world wakes in one untouched by curses—but not untouched by darkness.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: From Ashes to Devils

Prologue — The End That Wasn't

Yuji Itadori had accepted death.

As his body collapsed in the ruins of the final battlefield, drenched in the blood of monsters and friends alike, he had made peace with it. No regrets. No fear. He had done what was right — not for glory, but for the people who couldn't fight for themselves.

And then… darkness.

Not nothingness. Just a strange, floating void. Peaceful in a way that felt wrong.

"You've got nerve thinking you're done, brat."

The voice was unmistakable — smooth, cold, and smug.

"Sukuna…?"

"You really think it ends like that? After everything we've seen? Everything we've done?"

"But we won. You… I thought you—"

"Died? No. This world gave us something else."

🏥 Scene 1 — A New Sky

Yuji gasped awake.

He sat upright with a start, sweat beading down his forehead. His heart thudded against his ribs as he scanned his surroundings. Sterile walls, warm sunlight, a vase of fake lilies on the counter.

He wasn't in Jujutsu Tech. Or any hospital he recognized.

He stumbled out of the bed, gripping the edge of the wall. His reflection in the glass showed him — same pink hair, same scar on his face — but his uniform was gone, replaced by standard-issue gym clothes.

Out the window, he saw it: a town, quiet and ordinary. Birds flew past a street sign reading:

KUOH ACADEMY — Student Health Center

Yuji blinked."…What?"

Then, from the mirror behind him, a flicker of red eyes.

"Welcome back, partner."

🎽 Scene 2 — Stranger in Uniform

By some miracle — or perhaps a cosmic joke — Yuji was enrolled in Kuoh Academy before he even had a chance to question it. A uniform hung on a rack with his name on the tag. His class schedule was typed and stamped.

He stared at the paper in disbelief.

"Second Year… Class 2-B? This is unreal…"

Still sore and confused, Yuji stepped into the hallway, drawing curious stares from students as he passed.

Tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating calm confidence, he looked like someone straight out of an action manga.

"Who's that?""He's kinda hot—wait, is he new?""Did they import him from an athlete farm??"

Yuji sighed. He hadn't even done anything yet.

🏃‍♂️ Scene 3 — Gym Class Chaos

It didn't take long for rumors to spread.

By the time gym class rolled around, the entire field was buzzing with whispers about the mysterious transfer student with the body of a Greek statue.

Yuji just wanted to stretch without causing a scene — but the moment he pulled off his blazer, it was game over.

Every head turned.

His t-shirt clung to a sculpted frame: cut abs, broad shoulders, thick arms roped with muscle from years of real-world combat. It wasn't bulk — it was precision, every inch of him carved by training, fights, and near-death battles.

Even the teacher hesitated before calling the start of drills.

"All right… we'll start with a 100-meter dash."

Yuji got in line behind a group of eager athletes. The first few runs were solid — boys clocking in at 13, 12.5 seconds.

Then it was Yuji's turn.

"Ready—GO!"

He didn't explode off the line. He just… moved.

A blur.

He crossed the finish in 9.4 seconds.

The silence that followed could've dropped a pin.

"Did he just—""—Usain WHO??""I didn't even see him move!"

Even Issei Hyoudou, standing nearby with jaw agape, muttered,

"Bro… are you even human?"

🏋️ Scene 4 — Of Strength and Shadows

The rest of the gym class only added to the legend.

Pull-ups? Yuji did thirty. One-handed.Sit-ups? He did them while chatting with the teacher.Long jump? Cleared 4 meters like he was casually hopping over puddles.

The girls were stunned. The guys were envious. The gym teacher stood off to the side, internally questioning his life choices.

Yuji simply wiped his brow, clueless as to the stir he'd caused.

Issei wandered over after class, still shell-shocked.

"Dude. You're like a martial arts god or something!"

Yuji laughed awkwardly.

"You could say I've had… some training."

"Are you a martial artist? A spy? A bodyguard?"

"Just a guy who's seen too much."

"That's… cryptic. But cool."

🌃 Scene 5 — The Fallen Angel Strikes

That night, the peaceful rhythm broke.

Yuji walked home under the soft glow of street lamps, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He tried to enjoy the quiet — the absence of cursed energy, of blood, of the ever-looming fear that had stalked him for so long.

But the peace was a lie.

He felt it before he saw it — that unnatural chill crawling up his spine.

He turned.

A woman stepped out of the shadows. Her skin was pale, her eyes sharp. Black feathered wings unfurled behind her back.

"You don't belong in this world," she said, voice like ice."Your soul reeks of something ancient."

Yuji stepped back, instincts flaring.

"You don't want to do this."

She summoned a glowing spear of light.

"Too dangerous to leave alive."

She lunged.

Yuji dodged the first strike — barely. The second grazed his shoulder. Pain bloomed.

His cursed energy felt sluggish, like the laws of this world resisted it.

He tried to push through. He ducked, rolled, swung—

Then she pinned him against the wall with a strike to the ribs. He fell to his knees, vision blurring.

"You're finished."

And then—The temperature dropped.

The wind died.

And the world… stopped.

From the shadows behind Yuji, a figure stepped forward.

Tall. Regal. Covered in black and red tattoos.

Ryomen Sukuna.

"That's my vessel you're stabbing.""I don't like that."

The Fallen Angel turned to strike—

Too late.

Sukuna raised a single finger, and the air ripped open with cursed force. A wave of raw, ancient power slammed into the attacker, sending her flying through a brick wall.

She vanished in a burst of light and feathers.

Yuji coughed, sitting up against the pavement.

"Sukuna… You didn't have to—"

"She was going to kill you. I'm not letting that happen."

"Why? I thought you—"

"Tch. Things change. You changed me. That's all you get."

Yuji stared up at him. For a moment, the King of Curses didn't look like a monster.

He looked like a shadow with a purpose.

🏰 Scene 6 — The Crimson Queen

The next day, a note arrived in Yuji's locker. Crimson wax seal. Flowing script.

We need to talk.After school. Occult Research Club.— Rias Gremory

Yuji expected weird. He got royalty.

The ORC room was a castle in disguise: velvet chairs, chandeliers, and an aura of power that hummed beneath the walls.

There, seated like a queen, was Rias — red hair cascading over one shoulder, her gaze unreadable.

Beside her stood Kiba, Koneko, and the ever-smiling Akeno.

And then there was Issei, grinning like an idiot.

"He's the guy I told you about! He outran a car!"

Rias stood, eyes fixed on Yuji.

"You're not from this world."

Yuji hesitated. Then nodded.

"No. I'm from a place where… monsters look different."

"We sensed the energy last night. Something old. Terrifying."

Yuji looked down at his hands.

"His name is Sukuna. He used to be a curse. Now he's… something else."

The room went silent.

Then Rias smiled faintly.

"Welcome to Kuoh Academy, Yuji Itadori."