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Turns out, the domain does not have access to the internet. As a professional internet dweller, I find this extremely disturbing.
I’ve already set up the barrier between Itadori’s consciousness and mine, after which I’ve been experimenting with my cursed energy. Thankfully, I retain OGkuna’s cursed technique, which means I won’t be pathetically unprepared during a fight. On a more exciting note, it turns out Ponpo can change form!!
In hindsight, I probably should’ve known considering he’s made out of malleable cursed energy. The discovery kept me entertained for all of 15 minutes, before I returned to boredom’s land. In those 15 minutes, I discovered the following:
- Ponpo cannot turn into anything bigger than a tractor before I start passing out
- Ponpo also cannot sustain any form smaller than a hamster before dispersing due to his previously mentioned material
- While Ponpo can take the shape of objects, he cannot always serve their intended purpose. (For example, he can take the shape of a microwave, but cannot be used to heat up items like a microwave does)
- Under enough pressure, Ponpo will not be able to hold his shape and will be forced to disperse some of his cursed energy to fit
- Ponpo cannot use my cursed technique
(This is the author’s attempt at preventing an already overpowered character from breaking the plot)
(The plot might still break if there aren’t enough rules tho)
(Shut up)
For now, I’ve been entertaining myself with naming the different forms of Ponpo so that I can yell out commands like those superheroes in shows that choose sounding cool over practicality. Except I’m Sukuna now, so like… practicality doesn’t really matter anymore since I outmatch almost everyone in this show.
Besides, the names are pretty vague in my very unbiased opinion, so I don’t really care. Right now, an internal debate for snake Ponpo’s name is ongoing. Current contenders are Testicular Torsion, Flesh Rod and Timothy.
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IT’S SO BORING I CANT DO THISSSS
I start rolling around on the living room floor, yelling strings of incoherent complaints. Why oh why must I be put through this hell? Giving a person ADHD and then taking away one of their only sources of stimulation? The gods that placed me here must be sadists.
Ponpo is currently curled up in his snake form, seemingly napping on the sofa. As I have more respect for him than some humans, I leave my pet out of my quest for entertainment.
The voice that sounds strangely like my primary school teacher says something about boredom being the best motivator for creativity. I reply with a mental middle finger. (Somewhere in the real world, a pink-haired boy starts sputtering incredulously mid-conversation, much to his mentor’s confusion.)
Outside the house, the barely audible sound of the broom-shaped one taking Itadori to the dormitories echoes in the domain. I guess time works differently here, there’s no way the interrogation and interview passed by so quickly. At least the barrier between me and my vessel is working well, it seems.
Honestly, as iconic as that quote is, I don’t particularly care about missing Gojo’s “Nah I’d win” moment. Right now, all I care about is ensuring my mind doesn’t melt from the sheer dullness. I could totally start rereading those 3 1⁄2 full shelves of fanfiction, but it’s not one of those days where I devour 100k word fics in a couple hours. I hadn’t finished watching the Uma Musume anime when I died, couldn’t the dream deities bless my domain with wifi for a little bit so I can complete it?
You could just sleep, you had at most 5 hours per day when you were still in the real world.
Thanks, captain obvious. I’ll just nap until the detention centre arc and miss everything that changed.
…that actually doesn't sound like such a bad idea.
I drag myself across the floor to the bedroom, my body producing squeaky sounds against the smooth wooden ground. Once I’ve endured several agonizing minutes where I would rather pit my skin against the power of friction than get up, I unceremoniously dump myself onto the soft bed.
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I miss my friends.
Normally by now my phone would’ve blown up by the sheer amount of texts my friends had been sending. But right now, I don’t have access to a working phone, nor would they be able to message me interdimensionally. For the first time in my life, I truly am alone in this world. Once the plot is over, will I be taken back to my world? The feeling of missing my family, as strong as it is, can’t beat the longing for my friends. Even now, all I regret is not learning that vegetable soup recipe earlier. As Sukuna and as a curse, I would be nigh-immortal as long as I keep the canon events from happening. If Itadori died of old age, would I go along with him? I know for a fact Itadori doesn’t die in the manga, and if I do end up fucking up the plot enough to put his neck on the line, I would feed the body with rct until it burns me dry.
In the past, my naive self would daydream about being transmigrated to another dimension to escape my responsibilities. I can see now that I never thought about it long enough to reach this point. Something in me continues to latch onto the belief that this is just a dream, but its grasp is slipping faster than ever.
I mean, at least I got what I wanted, now my responsibilities of having to do coursework is replaced by a fear of accidentally causing the death of several dozen people. God, this is way too depressing to think about. Get back in the bottle, it’s not full yet.
I push myself off the bed, deciding the monotone action just makes me feel worse. Instead, I sit down at the low desk, summoning a spiral notebook. No point dwelling on something you can’t change, you have new people to protect now.
First course of action: Educating Itadori. The entire reason why Sukuna was able to make that binding vow was because he took advantage of Gojo’s incompetency as a teacher. Itadori didn’t even know what curse and sorcerer grades were before the detention centre, so it’s now my turn to fill in the very wide gaps.
Next, I need to start sifting through Sukuna’s memories. If Kenjaku gets the opportunity to talk to me, he might start referencing things that happened in the past. Even a second of hesitation when replying can give Kenny enough clues to deduce my true identity.
Currently, my biggest advantage is my knowledge of the future. I can’t afford to change up the plot too much, nor can I get out of character too often. Kenjaku’s plans need to stay as close to the original as possible, and if that means I have to play the villain, then so be it.
The next major event would be the Detention Centre arc. There, I'll encounter several problems. The most obvious is if I should ensure the continued existence of Itadori’s heart. For the most obvious problem comes the most obvious answer. Itadori needs to die. Those old bats would likely send the trio out on more suicide missions if I keep him alive, which means I would be at a higher risk of changing the plot too much. I don’t know what missions or events might happen, and that makes it a much more dangerous route than ripping out a heart and healing it later. Though, I’ll need to test if I have access to reverse cursed technique later…
My head falls onto the open notebook with a soft thump, my mind tired enough to spare me from another existential crisis before I fall asleep.