Hello there again! Long time no see you folks!

Here is a small work, based on two works I recently read!

They inspired an idea that didn't let me sleep until I have written it!

I hope this small snippet of the story will be a satisfactory and fun read.

If I continue, or let it as the base, as a one-shot, I will decide later! :P

(depending on the reactions and my mood, just the usual XD)

Now, please enjoy it and have fun!

Written by oblivon2991

Thank you for reading my fanfic and for giving me a chance.

My mother language is not English, so please be patient about the grammatical issues.

I don't own the Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦, "Sorcery Fight") manga and anime series created by Gege Akutami, neither Mushoku Tensei: Isekai Ittara Honki Dasu (無職転生 〜異世界行ったら本気だす), written by Rifujin na Magonote.

Please review it. I know I will make mistakes, and I intend to correct them, as well as try to learn from them and improve myself.

Chapter 1: The Fall of the Monkey King:

"This uneasiness…" The frantic feeling ran through the spine of the man, watching that someone, or rather now, something in the air!

Just gazing at "it" the instinctive feeling every animal possessed, when they came before an even bigger predator - no! Monster! - coursed through his veins. Something that would swallow him whole in an instant!

[Death!]

[Flee!]

[DANGER!]

Such feelings played through the primitive parts of his brain in a flash, urging him to retreat, if necessary, come back prepared, with a plan.

"No. Everything is okay, I got this!"Despite the feeling, the muscular man with black hair suffocated his bad feeling. The survival instinct, which saved him numerous times before, was suppressed to its most base level!

His legs wanted to run, but he overcame his feelings by sheer will and guts!

He got this! Surely, he defeated this boy once, he can do it again! Some parlor trick will not save this monster! Now! He will make sure he is dead!

"You are truly a monster."

Instead of retreating, he increased the speed at which he rotated the seemingly infinite long chain, adorned with a strange dagger at the end. All of which connected the worming abomination coiled across his body. A monster with the face of a baby, yet more grotesque, squirming uneasily.

"!"

Each swing of his chained weapon was faster than a mere eye can follow, forming a barrier around him, which sent shockwaves to the environment continuously.

"I am sorry Amanai. Right now, I am not angry with you. Nor do I feel vengeful towards anyone…"

His opponent, the white-haired teen muttered. His tone carried a serene ring, almost like he reached total enlightenment! Ignoring his opponent, but even the very world around him!

Those blank eyes stared into the infinite. His battle craze, which he possessed since the start of their battle disappeared, only leaving acceptance.

A power-infused delirium, which implied his thoughts reached a higher peak, mirroring his curse-filled soul, and through it, his strange celestial blue ocular glowed up with might!

The scene of a Budha, on to reach the peak of the mountain! A being who reached his perfected, enlightened state. Bloodied, and battered, but on to reborn, becoming something greater!

"Throughout heaven and earth! I am only the honored one!"

From this floating man radiated no hate! Only his intent, to finish it all! Squish the bug who is challenging his domain and authority! The monkey king, who was on to breach the divine sanctuary!

"I don't work for free." That's what the challenger of the heavenly entity always used to say before taking on a job.

But facing the awakened power of the possibly greatest sorcerer alive? Taking head on the power of the Gojo family's prized technique? Shattering the power of Six Eyes and Infinity? How could he back away from that?

The man with green eyes wanted to discredit and crush it! All of it! The pinnacle of the Jujutsu world! Humiliate and bring fear to the Zen'in family! His own clan! Engrave his presence into the memory of all who refused to acknowledge his existence and mocked him since he was born!

A distorted wish, coming from his cruel upbringing and past!

"Die!"

The whole area shook when the muscular man launched forth his dagger, easily passing the limits of sound several times over with this simple motion!

Yet, even when he launched his strange weapon with terrifying speed, scarring the ground and tearing a big chunk from the earth, the floating teen said nothing. Rather than that, he awaited the attack with a calm expression, almost like he knew how this would end.

Watching with his awakened eyes, inspecting the assassin who was faster than any bullet closed on him in an instant, close behind following his weapon's path, he was calm as the lake.

The man's endless-looking chain on the bind and pull him down from his heavenly throne! No time to dodge! His celestial eyes only saw one path forward!

"Now, I understand…"

Forming a strange symbol with his fingers, the world distorted around him.

Motion and reversal… Attraction and repulsion. What happens, when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object? Now, he realized it!

"Hollow Technique: Purple…"

The answer is… an imaginary mass rushes forth when the two meet and collide! Erasing everything in its forceful path!

"!"

The assassin's eyes widened, not expecting what was to come! A purple light! An infinite mass of energy, a true singularity which tears and erases everything in its wide path! Leaving only ashes and death rushed to swallow him at whole!

"Shit!"

He had no time to dodge! What is this? A secret technique even the Zen'in family didn't know about? His mind raced, burdened to calculate and piece the details as he kicked the air, forcefully accelerating himself backwards! A motion, a normal human can't produce!

The chains danced around him with his skilful play, awaiting his coordinated command all along!

"Dammit!"

There was no choice, pulling back the chain, he wielded the jitte-shaped blade fixed on the end.

The weapon felt alive, almost like it had its own intelligence and intent, and maybe it had, considering its cursed nature.

As it buzzed up with power, banishing all cursed energy around it, it thirsted to challenge and extinguish the unbeatable power which raced towards its wielder, signing its intent of challenge!

"You crafty bastard!" He barely landed on the destroyed ground, with no time to properly dodge the blast. The purple mass that will devour everything in its way, and was right in his face! Time and space are erased, and facing it, he can only grin, making the scar that ran across the side of his mouth stretch.

"I wanted to win, to prove myself. I wanted self-affirmation. At that moment, I deviated from my true self. And at that moment, I lost."

He thought he put aside such petty pride. He thought he overcame that weakness.

"Neither I wanted to pride myself, or others. That's the path I had chosen. Will you choose the same path, Megumi? I wonder… huh?"

His last thought was about his son before he made a last-ditch attempt. Even in this dire state, even in defeat, he was not relented! He wanted to defy the odds! He still wanted to crush the wall before him! He had to return to his child! Now he knows it! In death, everything becomes clear! He refused to give up, even against all odds!

"Guaaahhh!"

In a sudden impulse, he decided! It is all or nothing! With all his might, the broken spear, the distorted dagger thrust in the middle of the singularity! And when the weapon which was said to be able to cancel out any effect collided with the infinite power, the world trembled!

"!"

The "Buddha's" eyes widened, and even after he raised his hand, his divine sight was blinded by the sudden burst! An explosion that left nothing but ashes in its wake!

That day, the one who challenged the strongest disappeared from the face of Earth! Has he died? No gods can say, the only memory left by him were the scars on the battlefield, and the unhealable injury left on the fabric of the world. A memory, a residue left behind by the clash of the strongest!

Scene Change: Somewhere else, in a different world:

"Oh! A falling star! Quickly! Little one, wish for something!"

"I wish…"

"Don't say it, or it will not come true." The old man patted the head of the boy, who nodded obediently.

Many stars dotted the skies that night, and for the residents of this village, even the smallest event was of great importance. Such as stargazing, the coming of the harvest which was accompanied by a great feast, and the coming of traders that time to time visited their secluded little place, bringing news, and supplies.

And albeit, they couldn't complain, as life was peaceful, many dangers still lurked outside.

Beasts, bandits, and even monsters, of unknown quality and quantity. Indeed, there was no greater dread, than an unknown threat, that was on to turn upside down their peaceful existence.

"It is time to sleep."

"So early? But I wanted to watch the stars more! Pa!" The boy, no older than his seventh winter pouted, defiant of the elder's order.

"Now, now. What did your mother always used to say?"

"Listen to your parents…" Muttered the small cub. "But Pa! You are my Pa, not my…"

"Should a proper young man say such a thing?"

"No." The boy sighed ashamed, glancing at the priest on his side and the elder nodded approving.

"Pa! Will you tell me a story? Please, just one! I will go to sleep afterwards! Promise!"

"Hmm, why not? What do you want to hear about tonight?"

"Umm. Tell me about the seven heroes!"

"About them again?" Frowned the old man, but seeing the pleading eyes of the boy, his heart can't say no. Alas, that does not mean he will not try.

"Haah! The life of Saint Milis would be more education. Don't you want to hear about our Lord instead?"

"No! Pretty please! I want to hear about the heroes!"

"Haah! Very well! But you will go to sleep afterwards. The rest of your fellows are already in bed."

"Promise!" He was a weird kid, the priest may say. Who would want to hear stories about those fellows? But considering things, he also liked their story.

Indeed, in this world of swords and magic, legends like this were fact happened - one way or another - and even if their truth content distorted over the years, some truth still remains behind these stories.

Scene Change: Somewhere else:

He felt weightless, floating in this great void. Without any responsibility. Feeling no pain or strain.

"This is it, I guess…"

Many stated that when people experience near-death moments, time goes still, and all their life plays before their eyes like a grand movie.

But now, as he is here, he experienced no such thing, he only stared into the void. His body was numb, almost like a truck hit him with full force.

Only flashes, blurry images come to his mind all of a sudden. All too foggy to piece them together. Yet, his body remembers!

The cutting of meat and bones. The feeling of battle. All too familiar for someone like him. An everyday practice, he was accustomed to considering the usual "odd jobs" he took.

The profession he pursued when he was low on money, or when he needed a few favors in return.

"So all those religions lied. No afterlife. Just the emptiness. Heh! Typical." The assassin chuckled. And when he thinks about it, his last job was to take out a girl for a fanatic sect. He couldn't think of a more ironic ending.

That girl was so pure, innocent looking. Barely tasted life. Yet, he took away her chance to develop further without a second thought. Why? For money, of course. For the twisted wish, of a group of old men, pursuing delusional ideas and teachings.

"Bunch of dealers, selling their drugs of hope for the fools."

He can only describe them as such. But they paid him handsomely, and that was the only thing that mattered to him.

"Whatever, not as it matters anymore." Just thinking of it, how he spent his life, he can only chuckle.

Maybe it was because of his weird body he ended up like this, floating in the big empty. A body which produced no cursed energy at all. Maybe, it was his last moment, before his brain gave in, and he finally died.

Not as it mattered. All of it ended. No way back. Just floating, swimming in this vast whiteness, in the end, everything became clear.

"I did my best. One stupid mistake, a glimpse of pride, and I lost everything."

Ironic how easily one can lose everything in but one moment. And he couldn't even have his favorite dish before he died. How messed up is that?

"Ah! I also want to eat something tasty."

Opening his eyes and raising his head, he spotted another figure.

A fellow prisoner? Or a curse? He seemed to be the latter.

Not a real person, but rather a silhouette of someone, blank and white, with no facial characteristics aside from the line that was his mouth. A being made of mosaics.

"Oi! I am not a curse! I am a person!" His or her voice echoed through this vast emptiness, almost like the blend of many people speaking. Men and women mix in a strange reflection.

"?"

The man blinked, once, twice and thrice, lowering his head while an ironic smirk curled on his face.

"Hah! It is some bad dream then. Or is it Tengen in person?" He can only guess.

Hearing and learning about the mysterious Jujutsu sorcerer who kept the world in balance - at least according to the dusty archives of his clan - he wouldn't be surprised if he were dragged before them for punishment.

No one knows how the old fool looked, so he can only guess, and usually, his hunch was right.

"In that case, this means I am defeated." He wanted to chuckle but only allowed himself a sly smirk. But why did he bring him here? Inside this "domain".

Does he want to punish him for what he did personally? Killing the Star Plasma vessel warrants a harsh punishment, no?

"The victor earns the spoils. I guess. I don't care anymore."

"For real! Stop excluding me from the conversation! I don't know who this Tengen guy is, but I am not him, I assure you! Although, he seems to be an interesting figure. Care to tell me more about this Tengen?"

"Oh! So you can read minds then, curious." A Jujutsu Sorcerer who can read minds? He encountered that type before, but they were not strong enough to breach his "fort". This will be interesting.

"I have no idea what a Jujutsu Sorcerer is. I am confused! You speak nonsense!"

"So you are some kind of god then? Here to judge my soul?" He guessed. "Go ahead. I have no regrets."

"Well, something like that." Waved away the flattery of the featureless figure in a humorous manner. "Tough, I don't judge souls. That's not my domain."

"Then what do you do? Sitting here all day, scheming for your own gain?" He replied sarcasm with sarcasm.

The man slowly raised himself, standing up, methodically reaching above his shoulder. It was like he tried to pull something out of thin air, but his grasp found no target.

"Great, no weapons. My little friend is also missing. If he is not a Jujutsu Sorcerer, I will have a hard time taking him out without cursed tools."

If he is inside a domain, his best chance would be to flee. Fighting a curse, or a shaman inside their sphere was always a lousy idea. The best tactic was to escape and destroy it from the outside, where it was weak and fragile.

"Oi! That's rude! You don't even know me and accuse me of such trickery? Also, you really wanted to attack me?"

"Trust can earn more harm than good." This is especially true in his area of expertise.

"And yes, taking out the owner of the domain is a priority."

It was obvious this being can read his mind and probably even intent, so, there was no sense hiding things. Alas, considering how "it" reacted, the assassin concluded he can still exclude them from his thoughts, or hide information if he really tries.

"Sesh! What a negative figure! And when I tried to be nice. Do I really look like someone who can't be trusted? And what kind of person attacks others just like that? Have your parents taught you no manners?"

"..." The man didn't answer, but even looking at this being, his senses screamed not to trust them. That mosaic-covered blank face was a dead giveaway of their harmful nature.

"My instincts are screaming. Even more than in Gojo Satorou's case when he returned from death…" This thing was dangerous! He can even say Gojo was an ant compared to this thing. He needs to be careful, more than ever before!

"But fine then, maybe we started out on the wrong leg! Let's start with introductions! I am Hitogami, the Man-God!"

"Man-God you say?" Is it a self-given title, or he earned it? Is it even its real name?

"Yes! And who are you, stranger?"

"Why would I tell you?" Giving away your name to an entity willingly, especially something that gives off bad vibes, is never a good idea.

Names carry power, it was especially true in the Jujutsu world. Freely giving it away to such beings can backfire. They can be utilized to make a binding vow which can be used against you later.

"Huh? Still so unfriendly. But fine, later maybe you will tell me."

"Where am I? Is this the afterlife?"

"Well, not really. I would call it the big empty. The void world. It is really boring. Nothing ever happens there." The entity sighed, and slumped his shoulders, almost depressed if the man had to guess.

"Then I am not dead."

"Probably not. I dunno honesty. It is hard to read you. It is like you don't even belong here. You're also trying to hide things from me."

"You don't say…" Will he be stuck here with this entity? This thing pushed his mental defenses hard, he doesn't know how long he can exclude him.

"But yeah, you're probably alive."

"In that case, I can also leave." Looking around, then down, he still wore the loose pants and the tight black shirt which may have emphasized his physique too much. But this "domain"? It seemed infinite. No end to it, just blank whiteness.

"Great, another Unlimited Void type. Just what I needed." Maybe his brain is already fried, overloaded with the excess information, and these are just his last delusional conversations with himself or the owner of this place.

"Oi! Do you really want to leave me here? We barely spoke a few words! Really! Let me help you! I'm really trying to be nice here!"

"You are probably a curse or a similar entity. Leaving this domain is the easiest way to get rid of you." He had no cursed tools around, which means even if he wanted, he couldn't hurt this thing. In that case, if he still could, he had to leave the domain, and then attack its fragile outside.

"Alas, that is the usual tactic. But now, without proper weapons. It is better to flee."

"Hmm, what about I give you a tip? If it works out, will you trust me?"

"You really want to earn my trust, which warrants my further precaution. So the answer is still: no."

"Ok! Ok! Mr unfriendly! It is your choice!" It was like the thing pouted, before sighing and raising its finger. "Just listen to me. Once you wake up, a nun will approach you. Don't hurt her, she is a friend. Also, the villagers are nice people, befriend them and you will get your answers. Now, wake up!"

…

"Hah!" His eyes popped open! Still dizzy, but his sharpened senses are already processing the information!

He reached for his weapon, but he did not find it! Where was he? All his body ached! Burning! Almost like…

"So I am not dead." He muttered. His mouth was incredibly dry like he didn't drink for days.

Yes, if he feels pain, that means he was alive. Or, it seemed so. Covering one of his eyes with his hand, it seemed he still had this much control over his body.

"Hmm… bandages." No wonder, facing that blast, he was surprised his body was still in one piece, and not vaporized in an instant. Losing not even a limb was even more of a miracle.

It was a stupid idea. Even back then, he knew it well. The chance his sudden gutsy gamble would succeed was one in a million. A wager, which seemingly paid out in the end.

"And to think all my years this is the first time a bet paid out." Life is really messing with him, and he can't help but giggle, like some idiot schoolgirl.

"But what about that being? It was just a dream?" He wondered, trying to raise his body from the bed.

Even moving was painful and a struggle, laughing at his own situation just made a wave of agony run through his whole being.

"Kch!"

Not even in his childhood, after his own father beat him bloody, and threw him into that disciplinary pit filled with cursed spirits he felt like this, and that happened when he was just a mere brat.

"Not Japanese architecture, that's for sure." Looking around, the room was more Western in style, resembling the interior of a room from the middle-ages.

"Like in those movies." He almost chuckled. His former wife was fond of those movies. Himself? He rather spent his time gambling - even when he never won.

"Tch!" Even laughing hurt. How pathetic he must have looked, bandaged from tip to toe. Now, those old fools would surely mock and laugh at him no end.

"Pathetic…"

The man who was feared by the Jujutsu world was reduced to this lowly state. Truly laughable. The feared "Sorcerer Killer", ladies and gentlemen!

"!"

A few moments passed as he contemplated his situation, yet, in the next seconds, his senses screamed, hearing footsteps closing on the wooden door, and coming up the stairs.

"The rhythm, and the weight put on the steps, it must be a female. A young one."

He may have felt like a beaten dog. He might have limped, but he still had enough strength to stand up!

Like an agile cat, he found cover behind the door in no time, prepared to strike! Even without a weapon, his body was a deadly tool, honed to kill!

Whoever is coming, that may be an ally or an enemy, he can't know.

"Spending my life pursuing contract after contract I learned to not trust people that easily."

"Oh!" A female voice gasped after the wooden door opened, seeing the empty bed. The man felt some fright in her voice, walking forth and looking around scared. "H-He is gone! By the great Saint! What will… Eeek!"

"Don't scream. Or I will break your neck." With his blazing green eyes, he was behind her in but a moment. Almost like a ghost, the nun heard not when he moved, grabbing her head firm with his strong hands. With a move, he can end it all, snapping her thin neck as easily as a cruel kid does with a bird, and her corpse would fall limp like a gutted fish.

"That Hitogami entity told me to not hurt her. But I can't trust him. Trusting a curse or even a sorcerer even with a binding vow was never a good idea. Better be sure, than regret later."

"Hmmm…! Hmmm!" The young nun's scream was muffled, frantically trying to free herself, all the while tears flowing from her eyes. She panicked, thrashing like a wild beast, but the iron grasp of the man did not ease, more so, it tightened!

"I said, chill down. You don't want me to hurt you. Understood?"

Finally, still haphazardly breathing, it was like she understood what her captor said. Yet, judging from the rate her heart is beating, she was still in panic. One bad move and she will break.

"I…"

"Shh! Answer my questions, and I will let you go."

"I-I don't understand! Please! Just…"

"Just what I needed." He shrugged. Great. She speaks some foreign language he can't understand.

"I speak a few languages. But this? It sounds like a mix of French and Spanish, but different."

"Stay silent, and answer my questions. Understood?"

She probably can't understand what he said, but somehow got the message.

The girl nodded slightly and meek, which confirmed her willingness, but her body still trembled. Any wrong move and she will burst out in a hysteric roar.

"Where am I? What is this place?"

"Wh-Why are you doing this? We just…! Please don't…!"

"Why am I even trying." There must be a way to communicate, or should he just simply knock her out and move on? Wasting his time here seemed to be counterproductive. Killing her more so, considering he was not a target.

"At least that entity spoke Japanese. Or, is he simply translating what he said with some psychic link? Whatever is the case, I need to get out, and get my weapons back."

He saw and sensed not the inventory curse around.

Maybe it just hid somewhere, or, it actually died. A great loss, considering how useful the little fella was. Even more so, considering the arsenal worth of cursed tools and weapons he stored in that fetus was also lost.

"It most likely exorcized, considering the blast." But he will manage, like always. He can always get more weapons later. Though, it will be annoying carrying them around without the little being.

"Those tools were worth a great fortune. I sweated and pissed blood to collect them."

"Please, don't hurt me. Please…!"

"That's enough, I guess." His throat was coarse and dry. The first thing he does once he gets out there is to find water. His body screamed to get some, or else, he would collapse.

"Pl-Please, just let me call Father Gustav, he will explain everything! Eiii!"

He felt something brush against him, and glancing down, it was a tail, probably belonging to some cat.

"Huh! Where did that come from?" Thinking about it, this girl really had some animal scent on her. "Weird. What is this? Some fetish prop?" Whoever employed her, must be a great pervert. Something that made him remember several of his employers in the past.

"Doesn't matter."

"Yeah, whatever you say. Still can't understand you." If he had to guess, she begged to be released. And he even picked the meaning of some words from her tone. Still, if he lets the girl go, she will probably call for aid, which will alert the local guard force - if there is one around. And albeit, he was sure even in his beaten state he can take care of any simple human, he rather not risk exposure. There might be other sorcerers around who will come to their aid.

"But thinking of it, someone was already around."

His eyes moved towards the window, where his sensitive ears already picked up some noise. Cannot be heard by most, but he is clearly audible to him. Someone skilled climbed the walls like some cat, and then, hiding behind the wall.

"Heh! If it is not some damned monkey."

"You can come out, I know you are there. You, outside of the window." Nonetheless, this "minor" detail did not hinder his caution, more so, increased his perception of further threats.

"..." No answer came at first, which probably meant his opponent thought themselves crafty, not revealing their position - Or, had no idea he called for them. Unfortunately for these strangers, he was already aware of their presence.

"I can smell him. An old man addled with alcohol…"

"Huh! If you want to play like this." Well, if his uncalled visitor wanted to play, he could play along.

"Wha-What are you… Ei… Eiiii! It hurts! Please! Please…!" He tightened his grip around the girl's slender wrist, which audibly started to pop. The noise probably reveals his presence, but there is a high probability his status was already recognized. He had nothing to lose at this point.

"That's enough, I guess. You discovered me. That was your intention, no? And when I tried to be sneaky." Chuckled the elderly priest, entering through the window. Though, his smile was strained.

For the bandaged man, even from the priest's relaxed looking, hunched stature, it was clear he was ready to pounce on his opponent at any moment.

"Now then, why don't you calm down, young man? Don't do anything rash. Please, release the sister."

A shriveled, and half-bald geezer, bearing a priestly garb, but deceivingly agile compared to his age climbed inside. The assassin immediately recognized, even though his baggy clothes covered his thin body, he had quite an athletic physique. Something that implied a not so saintly profession he practiced before.

"Hmm, just like her, I can't understand you."

"Please, let the sister go, then we can speak. Look, I am raising my hand. This means I forfeit."

This much even the assassin understood, but he was still cautious.

"Your weapons. Throw them away. The ones you hide under your garb." He tried to communicate via hand signs, pointing at the elder and instructing him to discard his tools.

"Look, I am unarmed…"

One more step, and he once more tightened his grip around the girl, shaking his head as the clear indicator: Do not mess with me.

"Hmm, quite sharp eyes you have, young man. Still, a gentleman shouldn't treat a lady like that. Less the bride of the Almighty."

Squinting his green eyes, his intent was clear, and the old man was forced to comply with his "request". This stranger did not play around. He had every intention to kill the nun if he made another step.

"Good."

The bandaged man was right to be cautious. Even amongst his clansmen, back then, there was one of that shriveling old man. He looked like a mummy, on to die, but he could take on any youngsters and beat some respect in them if needed.

And this old geezer? He had more life in those old bones than it initially looked. His instinct told him to be careful.

"Fa-Father!" The nun shouted astonished, seeing the old man removing several daggers, and a side sword cleverly hidden under his robes. "Th-Those…!"

"Now! Now! Dear sister, we live in a dangerous world. Even the humble shepherd of the Saint needs some protection. We can't expect the Lord to always take care of us, don't we?"

His smile was genuine but also worried, displaying his concern about the situation.

"Sister! We heard some noise! What the…!?" A burly man burst through the door, with wide eyes staring at the events.

"Sister! What the… you bastard! Let her go in an instant!"

The figure with a respective beard, and with the body of a woodcutter lunged into action seeing the nun in danger.

"Stop! You fool!"

"Heh! Idiot." Alas, this size difference meant nothing for the guest, as even injured, holding the nun, he made a quick spin, welcoming the charging man with a foot on his face. The heavy body crashed into the wall and fell limply to the ground. A lazy-looking attack that made an impact that shook the room.

"That's enough! Stay back!" The priest ordered the rest of the people who gathered in the doorframe. Humans clothed what looked like the typical attire of a villager, frozen in fear and indecisiveness.

"I will deal with this."

"Fa-Father Gustav, please…!"

"We need to do something!"

"Sister! Hang on! We will help you!"

"Don't worry, everything will be alright." He promised, giving one more glare to the onlookers. "And don't call that fool Simon, he most likely just makes things worse!"

"He is out for monster hunting anyway."

"Yeah, along with the local militia."

Muttered one of them, and the "visitors" grabbed their friend, pulling him out, albeit, with great struggle, considering his heavy body.

"Haah! What an unfortunate start. But, we may have started on the wrong foot." The priest admitted. "May I sit down?" He pointed at the chair, which earned him a nip from their guest's head, indicating he was given permission.

"My name is Gustav, the priest of this village." He pointed at himself, repeating the same sentence two more times. Using different languages each time. "You?"

Raising his brow at first, their guest seemed to be at least understanding this much, answering in kind.

"Name, Toji Fushigiro."

"Ah! So you speak some Beast-God tongue, then that means…"

Shaking his head, Gustav's hopes were shattered, and with a tired sight, he prepared himself mentally for a long session.

"Please, bring us something to drink and some food. Some clothes as well for our guests. This may take a while."

"Bu-But Father! He is…!"

"Don't try anything, or you probably end up worse than Patrick." Just giving a look to the burly, but muscled man was enough to reconsider their next step. He was still out of cold, drooling after the heel of the stranger perfectly hit his chin, and knocking him out.

"Now then, how should we start?"

A/N:

Well, this is it for introduction, I hope it was bearable.

I know! I know! It has been a long time since I posted anything, and some may have hoped for the release of my other stories, but muse and energy-sama avoided me when it came to proceeding with them. So, after great struggle, I decided to get inspiration from other places, maybe, it will inspire cooperation from their direction...

Hopefully, they will return to me once I release this little snippet, and the other stories can proceed as well like before

(stuck in parts, which hard to make progress with, please spare author-kun from your Power Word: Pain and Kill :( and if you feel vengeful, I accept your judgement.)

But until you make your decision, accept this little story as an apology.

Still new in the Jujutsu Kaisen and Mushoku Tensei fandom, so, be nice, trying to improve.

If you have recommendations on how to improve lore and writing wise on the story, or you would like to become proofreader, I accept any tips and tricks! :)

(Please PM me in case you have question or up to the task to fix my horrible grammar XD)

Also, accepting ideas where you would put Toji in the power scale in Mushoku Tensei world

(I have my idea, but curious what you think!)

Well, I better stop my prattle and let you think and enjoy the story! (second chapter typed, will be posted later, depending on the reactions)

And as usual!

RnR!

Read and Review!

Until we meet again!

Good night! Good sails! Good morning! Shalom! And until we meet again!