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There is nothing.
He can't see.
He can't hear.
He can't smell.
He can't touch.
It's like his senses are gone.
No, that's not it.
It's like he doesn't have a body anymore.
But it doesn't matter.
Nothing matters.
It's cozy.
Calm.
And then there is something.
“Itadori Yuuji.” He hears.
They are looking at him. And they smile.
“Itadori Yuuji.” They repeat, bringing their hand to him. “You did good, my child.” They pat him, and it's nice.
There is this nagging that he should be somewhere and do something, but it's not important anymore. It fades away because their hand pets him, and he can stay like this forever.
They take back their hand. He suddenly realizes he's in a white room. Or maybe it's not a room because there is no beginning or ending to the walls. It's just white here.
But it doesn't matter.
They are still looking at him and smiling.
He tries to find his voice and speak, but he can't because he doesn't have a body anymore.
He did have a body, didn't he?
Where is his body?
“Oh, dear. There is no body anymore.” They answer, and how can they do that when he didn't say anything, and oh.
They didn't say it either. It's a connection. And he has no idea why he knows it, but he just does. And it's okay.
He looks at them. They are beautiful, but he can't remember any detail on their face.
“It's a mental projection. We communicate with our souls, my child.” They explain.
It sounds familiar.
“You are not here for the first time. We are glad to see you again, my dear child.”
They smile again. And he knows it's true.
“This was your third attempt. It gave us a lot of data. Thanks to it, your next life will be more fulfilling.” They inform.
Next life?
“Yes, my child. You were Itadori Yuuji in your last life.”
Itadori Yuuji. That's how they called him.
“This is a place between life and death. We brought you here so you can decide what to do next.”
Decide? He can decide?
“Yes, my child. You can rest, or you can try again. There are limitless possibilities.”
They come closer.
“It may be unpleasant, but it's for your own good, my child.” They touch him again.
And Yuuji remembers everything at once.
All the information flows right through him. He remembers. People he cared about. People he lost. People died because he wasn't strong enough.
Sukuna.
Yuuji was a vessel.
Until he wasn't.
He fought.
He lost.
He got killed.
“Yes, my child. Itadori Yuuji died.” They confirm, retracting their hand.
He knows there should be emotions, but he can't feel anything.
“You are unable to feel emotions without your body, my dear. Do you want a new body? Or do you want to rest?”
Rest? Is that the thing from earlier?
“Yes, my child. You were resting. Rest is a state of waiting to be.” They explain.
It was nice and comfortable. But he needs to go back.
“Your body was broken beyond repair. Although there are multiple timelines and dimensions to choose from with new bodies ready for you.”
No, Sukuna. He needs to find Sukuna.
“We can reincarnate you in the same world if that's your wish, my child. But you need to wait until we prepare a new body for you there.”
Yes. A new body, going back.
“You won't be Itadori Yuuji anymore. You won't remember anything either.”
Sukuna.
He needs to do something to stop him.
“We understand. We will find the best time for your fourth life, my dear, so you will cross your path with this soul once again. Until then, rest reassured.”
Thank you.
They smile.
“Remember, we are always doing everything for your own good.” They repeat.
They hug him, and–
On July 28, 2149, in the Sukuna period (2019–present), in Okinawa, Miyamoto Yuuya is born.