Who Am I?

The Cursed Technique: Lapse of Bio-Nuclear Manipulation was the ability to manipulate the weak force.

This was the default form of the technique which enabled Jin to use techniques that were related to electromagnetism, radiation and heat generation.

Jin, still pushing Gojo's body into the ground, made a sign with his other hand, muttering a few words under his breath.

Whoosh...

There was a light sound of cursed energy flowing from Jin to Gojo and back to Jin as he continuously chanted.

On the other hand, the reversal of his technique, was, as one might guess, Strong Force Manipulation.

Simply put, this allowed him control over nuclear fusion/fission and the control of matter in all of its states. At least, this was how much he could grasp from his experience with the technique.

As such, this enabled him to do things that many other sorcerers with lesser cursed techniques might refer to as cheating.

As he chanted and his hand flipped through various signs, his eyes suddenly burst into a mist of blood, causing nerve wracking pain to travel through his body.

But, he couldn't break his focus. If he failed now, he would just be out two eyes with nothing in return.

Soon after, Gojo's blood started floating out of his body and into Jin's eyes, eventually forming into small blood orbs that sprouted veins connecting to his head.

It was a gruesome and painful procedure. But that was how it had to be done.

This was just the first part of the Binding Vow Jin was performing.

Seconds later, the blood orbs completely transformed into two new eyes, complete with bright orange irises that showed a much different glow compared to their past selves.

"...so this is how you saw the world, Gojo."

Jin wanted to bask in this new found sight and ability to manipulate the energy around him, but as with everything in life, it wasn't free.

Especially in the world of sorcery.

CRACK! CRACK!

The sound of Jin's body breaking down into what seemed to be glass rang out as he stood up and released Gojo.

Shockingly enough, Gojo still had his Six Eyes. But Jin had no way to confirm if they still worked for him or not. Reason being, Gojo had passed out with his eyes still open.

But what Jin was sure of, Gojo would not wake up the same man he was today.

Now, Jin had no use for chanting. He raised his right hand which the remainder of the destroyed cursed tool, the Black Rope, fell off of.

"What a useless tool. It was torn apart before the moment Gojo opened his domain. Tch."

WHOOSH!

The surrounding Gamma radiation in the city made it's way back into Jin's palms with this gesture, forming a small ball of green energy.

With one thought, he converted it back into cursed energy and absorbed it for later use.

'No reason to leave all of this radiation around. There's no benefit in having it kill normal people who aren't involved in the world of sorcery. As for actual sorcerers...heh. Don't think any of them who were caught in the blast survived except Gojo.'

Jin looked at his body that was fading away with multiple cracks running along it now.

His soul shook as most of the power he gained over the years faded away into nothingness.

This was the price he paid for gaining the Six Eyes, a jujutsu trait that could only exist in one sorcerer at a time in the world.

This was a unshakeable rule that was solidified in the jujutsu world since the beginning of time.

Now, Jin had broken it.

For that transgression, the "world" took his heavenly restricted body, and half of his soul power.

'It was worth it. These eyes are linked to my soul now. At least, what's left of it.'

Of course, now that he was preparing to lose another body, Jin already had a new body in mind.

One he already planted a sliver of his soul in a little while ago.

So, he had no reason to linger around any longer.

By this time, his body had completey crumbled away into dust. The color of his soul had dimmed down so much that it looked like it was on the verge of dispersion.

But, he had enough time to get to his new body. After all, his target was right here in Shinjuku.

Before floating away into the night sky, Jin glanced back at Gojo and thought, 'We'll end this once and for all when you become stronger. For now, try to survive. Heh...this gives me a sense of deja vu from the first time we met. Only this time, I'm not the one that was defeated.'

Having said his final words to Gojo, Jin turned into a purple mist and he floated away from the scene towards his new target.

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Inumaki laid on the side of a building trying to get his bearings after being blown away by the shockwave of the explosion.

His body riddled with injuries, his breath haggard and his eyes heavy.

After a long night of fighting and surviving that explosion a little while ago, Inumaki could barely muster the strength to get back up.

On the bright side, he couldn't sense any more cursed spirits. The explosion seemed to have killed them.

"Urgh..."

Finding the strength to stand up as he braced the wall, Inumaki began to take small steps towards the place the sorcerers designated as a meeting point.

There, he could meet Miss Shoko, he could be healed. Then, he would be able to go back and meet his friends once again.

Maki Zenin.

Panda.

And especially that new classmate of his, Yuta Okkotsu.

The potential he had in a sorcery was endless.

One wouldn't even be able to tell that he was that strong by how awkward and innocent he acted.

Inumaki couldn't wait to see the heights Yuta reached in the future.

He stumbled down the street calmly as these thoughts of happiness swarmed his mind.

After all of these hours of fighting, the battle was finally over.

WHOOSH!

Before Inumaki could even react, a purple mist decided upon him, funneling into his body with incredible speed.

His screams of resistance powered by his cursed technique ended seconds after they began.

His soul consumed, his mind taken.

Now, Inumaki existed no more.

Only Jin remained.

As Jin used his cursed technique to heal his new body, he brushed his hair back and looked down at a puddle of blood beneath his feet, revealing his reflection.

'Wait...what was my name again?...tch, it's happening again. It shouldn't have happened this fast.'

Now, after switching bodies so rapidly over the past decade, an ugly side effect of Essence Transfer reared its head.

'Jin' was starting to lose who he was from the constant influx of foreign memories he gained from the bodies.

Usually, this would only happen after he switched bodies several times over a short time span, but Gojo's sure-hit from his domain expansion hastened the process exponentially.

His mind had been taxed to the extreme.

'Jin' stumbled into the remains of a dilapidated supermarket and sat on the counter, holding his head as he tried to get a grasp on who he really was.

Jin Itadori?

Toge Inumaki?

Toji Zenin?

Arcann?

Or maybe the sith lords?

Which one?

The immortal emperor of the eternal empire?

The dark emperor of the imperial empire?

Anakin Skywalker, dark lord of the sith?

Blood started leaking from his ears as he struggled to maintain his sanity.

His focus was so taken up with that task that he failed to see a figure standing at the door of the supermarket, looking at him with great curiosity.

"Ha, I knew that cursed energy seemed familiar. So this is your new body eh?"