I have been granted the body of a woman.
Wait—make no mistake, I mean this in no salacious way. I mean only to say that, in this life, I have been born as a girl.
In my previous life, they called me the "Outcast Demon" of the Kamo clan... but no matter. I had thought that if I were granted a second life, I would spend it finally striking down Sukuna. However, this world I have been born into seems... peculiar, to say the least.
First of all, what in the heavens is a "Quirk"? And what, pray tell, is a "Hero"?
I do not understand. I understand nothing at all.
I would investigate, but this body is that of a literal infant. In short, I cannot move of my own volition. For the time being, I have no choice but to rely on my new parents. I must resign myself to being raised by these two, who currently stare down at me with the most utterly gormless expressions on their faces.
Fortunately, I can still refine Cursed Energy even in this form. In time, I shall discover what sort of Innate Technique I have been born with. I know not what formula is etched into this flesh, but I pray it is the Blood Manipulation of my lineage. I was to be the next head of the Kamo clan, after all.
Well... that is, until Ryomen Sukuna carved me into ribbons and my existence met its untimely end before I could ever take the seat. Then again, I was the one who abandoned the family after that bloody internal power struggle... so I suppose I never would have inherited it anyway.
Alas, that is all in the past. I no longer have any connection to the Kamo name. More importantly... how exactly did I die? Let me see. I shall try to reach back into the fog of my memories.
"—Boring."
Hmph. Judging by the last sight I beheld in my previous life, my torso was cleaved in two by Sukuna. Even with the Reverse Cursed Technique, there is no coming back from a blow like that. But those invisible slashes... he wasn't called the strongest of the Heian era for nothing. If we are to have a rematch, I must devise a countermeasure...
No, my head isn't working properly. This irresistible urge to sleep... is this someone's curse? Or am I being attacked by a Cursed Spirit...?
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...Gah!? Did I just fall asleep?!
Ugh. It cannot be helped, I suppose. I am an infant, after all. It seems that in this state, merely drifting into deep thought is enough to invite exhaustion. Verily... it cannot... be... helped...
Zzzzz.
Looking back on it now, my infant self had no inkling of what lay ahead. I couldn't have imagined that in this world, proper Jujutsu Sorcerers barely exist—yet Cursed Spirits are nonetheless rampant.
And I certainly never dreamed that I would exchange vows of the future with a blood-crazed childhood friend... and end up surrendering my chastity to them!
Wait! Desist! Stop this at once! Anyone other than me would be dead by now!
Hey! Stop sucking my blood! Ah... wait... stop... ahhh...