Adam was 17, living a life that was ordinary. His days were simple: School, home, repeat.
And if there was one thing he genuinely looked forward to, it was the quiet moments after a long day—sitting alone, watching anime, reading manga, or playing video games. That small routine was his escape, his comfort, the one thing that made life feel a little less empty.
It was an ordinary night, just like any other. He went to sleep.
Later he woke up—
Somewhere unfamiliar. The walls were plain, morning light streamed through a window he didn't recognize. His heart started racing as he pushed himself up.
Where… am I?
Before he could make sense of anything, a floating screen appeared before him. Words flickered across it:
[You have transmigrated into the world of My Hero Academia. Please choose a number from 1 to 10.]
"Huh… transmigrated? Am I dreaming?" I muttered, staring at it. The screen didn't respond; it simply hovered there.
He hesitated, then said, "Uh… seven, I guess."
The moment he spoke, the screen shimmered.
[7 – Jujutsu Kaisen]
[Please choose one ability from Jujutsu Kaisen.]
Then it hit him—memories of a childhood in Musutafu, A completely different life. His memories didn't clash—they merged into one.
"Impossible… I really transmigrated … in the body of a 6 years-old kid, Nagato Araki." I exhaled.
[You will get one random trait/ability.]
"Random?"
"What if I get something useless?"
[BEGGARS CAN'T BE CHOOSERS]
"You didn't have to write in in All caps"
Jujutsu kaisen...
"Wait… but how is that going to work? There's no cursed energy in this world."
[It will work]
"And I have to take you word for it ?"
[Do you have a choice ?]
"Right...sure" I exhaled
"Are Domain Expansions included?"
[Domain Expansions are an extension of innate cursed techniques; therefore, you won't get a Domain Expansion.]
"Well… that's convenient." I murmured.
[Do you wish to proceed ? Yes or No]
"What if I say no?
[You get nothing]
"Alright then ... yes"
The air shimmered again.
[You got The Six Eyes.]
The Six-eyes... Wasn't that gojo's trait?
"Is that all ?" I said nonchalantly.
[Yes, good luck]
Suddenly I felt a slight headache.
I leaned back against the bed.
The ceiling fan above me spun at exactly 114 rotations per minute.
I didn't count.
I simply… knew.
The information existed in my mind the moment he looked at it.
And it was exhausting.
A dull, persistent ache settled behind my eyes, like a constant reminder that my brain was working overtime.
But It was tolerable.
The kind of discomfort you could ignore… until you couldn't. Like carrying a heavy backpack over a long distance. At first, it felt manageable. Then, slowly, it wore you down.
Nagato exhaled and closed his eyes.
The pressure vanished completely.
"…I can still see... kinda?"
The room still appeared before him but... it looked different.
He stayed still for a moment, savoring the relief. Without the overwhelming flood of information.
But when he tried to open his eyes again—
The world returned.
Along with the headache.
"…That's the Six-eyes for you."
I frowned slightly.
"Still it is good, it could have been much worse"
I pushed myself up and glanced around the room before grabbing a piece of cloth from a nearby chair.
I tied it over my eyes.
Darkness should have followed... but.
I could still see .
No headache.
I blinked behind the cloth, a slow grin forming on my face.
This is interesting.
I went to the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror.
My reflection stared back at me—cloth covering his eyes.
"Is that what they call a chunni... chunnibyu or something like that"
I chuckled, while mimicking gojo's iconic hand sign.
Imagine going out like this.
*Shrug* Not that it matters. This is a fantasy world after all.
A place where the most prestigious academy in the country is run by an intelligent rat…
Yeah, I think I'll be fine.
Reaching up, I pulled the cloth off.
The headache returned instantly—but I ignored it.
I saw my eyes in the reflection.
And froze.
"...Blue?"
They weren't the same.
My irises had turned a vivid, unnaturally vibrant blue.
"Even my eye color changed…" I murmured.
For a moment, I simply stared.
Then I raised my hand, and focused on my finger tips.
My vision sharpened.
Details expanded beyond what should have been possible.
And then—
"…No way…"
Tiny marbles and fast-moving particles orbiting around them came into view — in overwhelming clarity.
"Wow... atoms !"
Then—
"Agh—!
It hit instantly.
The dull ache exploded into something sharper, crushing against my mind. My focus shattered, and the world snapped back into place.
"…Yeah… that's not free," I said, breathing unevenly.
So that was the trade-off.
The deeper the focus, the more strain on the brain.
I reached for the cloth and pulled it back over my eyes.
"…Much better."
For a moment, I stood there, thinking.
I'm able to perceive things at an atomic level. But...right now I could barely sustain it for a few seconds.
"The Six Eyes..." I whispered, my eyes blindfolded but still grasping everything around me.
"Not bad... Not bad at all."