I reach into my pocket and pull out the one thing I found in that dump of an apartment: an ID card. "Gojo Satoru," it says, with a blurry picture of this face—sharp jaw, white hair, those glowing eyes peeking out.
It's me, I guess. But as I stare at it, hovering up here in the sky, I start thinking. What's this ID even worth? Down there, in this messed-up world, that name probably means nothing.
No records, no family, no one who knows who Gojo Satoru is. I don't exist here—not on paper, not legally. If I walked into some office and flashed this thing, what would happen?
They'd squint at it, ask questions, maybe call someone. "Who's this guy? Where'd he come from?" I don't know how strict they are in this universe—could be regular cops, could be some superhero task force. Either way, it'd put eyes on me, and that's the last thing I need.
I could ditch the ID, maybe steal a new one. Find some random guy's wallet in the rubble, take his name, blend in. But why bother? I'm not trying to play house or get a job at a diner.
I'm Gojo Satoru—cursed or not, I'm not about to pretend I'm some nobody. Plus, with Infinity and teleporting, who's gonna catch me? The idea fades fast. The ID's useless, but it's mine. I shove it back in my pocket, letting the thought drop.
Then there's the bigger problem: money. I've got nothing. No cash, no food, no way to get anything unless I figure this out.
My stomach's already grumbling—I haven't eaten since I woke up… wait why the fuck am K even hungry… I'm CURSE, and that ratty apartment didn't have so much as a crumb.
I can't quite wrap my head around what's happening to me. How is this even possible? Am I just missing some crucial piece of information? Maybe curses can eat, but they simply don't because they don't need to. Or… could it be that I'm different? That I'm somehow special?
Of course—what the hell am I even talking about? Special? This entire damn name—Gojo Satoru. Six Eyes. Infinity. This whole damn body is special. This body is the one they call the honored one, the enlightened one.
Down below, I can see people scavenging, picking through the wreckage for scraps. I'm not doing that.
No way. I'm not digging in the dirt like some lost kid. And a job? Ha! I almost laugh out loud, the sound swallowed by the wind.
Me, Gojo Satoru, flipping burgers or sweeping floors? Not happening. I've got powers that could level a city block—well, maybe—and I'm not wasting them on minimum wage.
So, how do I get money? My mind drifts, and for a second, I picture myself walking into a bank. Infinity up, strolling past guards, vault door wide open.
Not like they can identify me… I could grab stacks of cash, teleport out, and no one could touch me.
It's so easy it's funny. I grin, imagining the headlines: "Mystery Thief Hits Bank, Vanishes Into Thin Air." But then I stop. That's dumb. Even a small bank job would make noise—cops, heroes, maybe even just 1% possibility that Viltrumite Omni-man comes around. I'd be a target faster than I could blink. Attention's the enemy here. I've gotta stay low… for now at least, at least until I know what I'm dealing with or what I'm really capable of.
I lean back in the air, floating like it's a chair, and let my mind wander some more. There's another way. Criminals. This world's full of them—thugs, gangs, lowlifes crawling through the ruins. They've got money, right?
Stolen cash, dirty bills, whatever. I could hunt them down. Use the Six Eyes to spot them—those glowing orbs popping open on my hands, my neck, wherever I need them.
I'd see everything: their hideouts, their weapons, the stacks of cash they're sitting on.
Then—bam—teleport in, Infinity on, take them out. Not kill them, maybe, just knock them around a bit. Grab their money and bounce. No one's gonna cry over a few bad guys getting robbed, right?
It's perfect. I'd be doing something good—stopping criminals, cleaning up a little—and I'd get paid for it. Win-win. I picture it: some greasy guy counting bills in a busted warehouse with drugs and cash on the table, looking up as I appear out of nowhere.
"Hey," I'd say, all casual, Six Eyes glowing on my palms. He'd freak, swing a bat or pull a gun, and it'd just stop an inch from me, stuck in the air.
I'd laugh, snatch his cash, and teleport away before he could blink. Easy. No heroes involved, no Viltrumites, just me and some punks who don't matter.
But then I pause. What if they talk? Word could spread—some guy with weird powers hitting up criminals. That might still draw eyes. Heroes might get curious, or worse, villains might come looking for a fight.
I'd have to be smart about it—hit quick, move fast, never stay in that place for long. Maybe change how I look a little, keep the eyes hidden when I don't need them. I can do that, right?
Pop them away, bring them back when it's time. I test it, focusing, and one of the Six Eyes on my hand blinks shut, then opens on my shoulder. Weird, but it works. I could pull this off.
I let the idea settle, staring down at the ruins. Money from bad guys. That's the play. No banks, no jobs, just me using what I've got to survive. It's not a perfect plan, but it's a start.
I've got Infinity, teleporting, Domain Expansion if things get messy—though I'm not dumb enough to use that yet. Too loud, too big. I'll save it for when I've got no choice.
For now, it's small moves, quiet ones. Stay alive, figure out this world, maybe even find a way to fix this cursed body. Atom Eve's out there somewhere—could she turn me back to normal? Living flesh instead of… whatever I am now? It's a long shot, but it's something to hold onto.
I take a deep breath, the cold air filling my lungs. "Okay, Gojo," I mutter. "You've got this. One step at a time." The city sprawls below me, a broken puzzle
I've got to navigate. I'm scared, yeah, but I'm not helpless. Not with these powers. I just need to think, plan, and keep moving. First stop: find some lowlife with a wad of cash. Time to test this out.
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He is just a little confuse and maybe scared right now, dont blame his thinking too much.
Gojo satoru is a teacher too, so how about him helping mark in the beginning when he got his power and helping him in some situations where he got almost dead even in the fight against his father.
Maybe gojo would adopt him… hahaha just a joke😅
Maybe gojo would be like a father figure which omni man wasn't that much in season 1