1 Fate's Bane

-Story Start-

-Third Person POV-

On the quieter streets of Tokyo, two high school students with peculiar attire strolled purposefully toward their destination.

Leading the way, Satoru walked with a carefree swagger, his shades concealing his eyes but not his confidence. Beside him, Suguru couldn't hide his growing impatience, frustrated by Satoru's leisurely pace.

"Satoru, if you keep dawdling, I might as well exorcise this curse myself," Suguru remarked, his tone reflecting his irritation.

Satoru turned, his gaze meeting Suguru's through his tinted glasses. "Relax, Suguru! It's just a Grade 2 curse. Why not enjoy the journey~?"

Suguru's exasperation simmered beneath the surface. He'd known Satoru for half a year, but sometimes, his partner's lack of morality and common sense still confounded him.

These two individuals were no ordinary high school students. They were first-year students at Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, but their designation set them apart—both were Special Grade Sorcerers, a rare and prestigious rank. Only three sorcerers held this title at the moment, and despite their youth, they were known simply as "The Strongest."

Gojo Satoru, the bearer of the Six Eyes and wielder of the Limitless Technique, was just fifteen years old, a first-year at the Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School.

Beside him stood Geto Suguru, the adept wielder of the Cursed Spirit Manipulation Technique. Also fifteen, and a first-year student at the same school.

Their current mission involved exorcising a supposed Curse, a task that seemed beneath their abilities and attention.

At least, in Satoru's eyes.

Upon noticing Suguru's frustration, Satoru's teasing continued. "I'll take it easy. If you're in such a hurry, feel free to grab a meal. I know you're famished~" Hinting at Suguru's way of "Taking in" Curses.

Ignoring Satoru's banter, Suguru quickened his pace. "See you later, Satoru."

Unperturbed by Suguru's haste, Satoru maintained his casual stride, watching as Suguru's figure receded into the distance until he was no longer visible to the naked eye. Satoru, however, could still spot him from a mile away.

As he walked, Satoru found himself humming the theme song from his favorite show, "Digimon," which he had recently started watching and grown fond of quickly.

Then, something unusual caught his attention. In the distance, a pair of high school students were engaged in a heated argument in the middle of the road, a boy and a girl.

"Not a good place for a lover's spat," Satoru thought casually, his eyes narrowing.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed a truck hurtling toward them.

"Should I save them?" he wondered aloud, a question that would typically warrant an immediate "No" on his part.

However, recent contemplations nagged at him.

"What would Suguru do here? Would he save them, despite Jujutsu Society's general secrecy? What would he say if he knew I could save them, but I chose not to?" Satoru wondered aloud

These uncharacteristic thoughts raced through his mind as the truck drew closer to the high school students.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged, chubby man rushed toward the endangered pair in an attempt to rescue them.

"Ah, what a hassle," Satoru muttered, his usual indifference wavering. He decided to take an out-of-character course of action—saving them.

In an instant, Satoru stood beside the formerly quarreling students and the panicked middle-aged man, all of them seconds away from a collision with the truck. With lightning speed, he pushed the boy out of harm's way and "lightly" kicked the middle-aged man to safety.

He was left with just the girl within the truck's striking range. In one swift motion, he grabbed her hand and teleported to safety. Her hand still firmly held by him.

To all appearances, Gojo Satoru had saved them all. However, Fate had other plans.

A peculiar glow enveloped everyone Satoru had rescued, his eyes widening as he tried to analyze it. But before he could comprehend the phenomenon, it vanished, taking everyone involved in the "accident" with it.

No matter what reality...

Shinohara Akito

Nanahoshi Shizuka

__________ Or Rudeus Greyrat

These three were Fated to arrive in the Six-Faced World.

But Fate...

Could never predict.

Could never dictate.

Could never decide.

Could never have known...

The Honored One

-Author Note Start-

As a certified Gojo Glazzer, I present you with...

A Gojo Satoru Insert into another Anime Verse?! How original! I must be a genius!

Just kidding.

Instead of just taking a pleb/OC and giving him Gojo's powers, I thought it'd be more entertaining and interesting if I shoved Gojo himself into Mushoku Tensei.

But not just any Gojo! But TEEN Gojo, prior to his awakening as the Honored One.

Don't worry, he's still booty-busting OP though.

I mean... Who's gonna bypass infinity? Like for real? Besides maybe Orsted or Laplace.

Anyway, don't expect this to be a serious fic.

I'm currently writing this on a complete whim and for fun, I'm currently ALL IN on my Naruto Ten Shadows Fic so yeah. And I didn't feel like writing that one today.

The next chapter for this fic could arrive... Today. Tomorrow. In a week. In a month. Or even in a year!

So... Don't count on it!

Also, all chapters are going to be short. Yeah.

(Personally, I'd rather someone adopt this idea/fic.)

Also to my readers of the Naruto Fic... Don't kill me! Don't worry I'm not abandoning that! The schedule is still the EXACT same.

-Author Note End-