In a lot of stories, when someone transmigrates, they usually end up in the body of the gender they inhabited in their previous life. However, that is just fiction, because if transmigration really exists, then the chances of that happening are just 50%. It would be pretty unreasonable to assume that your next body will have the same gender as your previous one.
Well, right now, Jake wished that wasn't true and everything was as it is in fiction. Why? Because he, or rather now she, quite literally became a woman.
She'd been living in this body for two months now and her name was Natalia. that was quite strange considering she was in Japan. But apparently, the head of the clan, Naobito Zenin, fucked her mom who was a foreigner, then her mother took her away from Japan because she wasn't born with what people of this world called a Cursed Technique.
In a clan that valued technique above all, being born without one was damning. Being born female and without one? That sucks even more. To the point weak-willed people might go and off themselves. In other words, she would be discriminated against, bullied, and beaten to a pulp. From what she knew, even worse could have happened because she was a woman. This clan was quite misogynistic. So, she would have been just a housewife, forced to walk three steps behind her husband.
That is why her mother took her away but she became an alcoholic and started growing weed in Bulgaria, and she was burned. After dogs arrested her and took her away, she contacted Natalia's father, so she was taken away, which meant Natalia was now trapped in one of the Three Great Clans.
Now, as a girl, that is quite horrible. But as a dude who transmigrated into the body of a girl... I am in deep shit.
She thought with a panicked look, cold sweat of dread pouring on her forehead as she gulped. Don't tell me they'll marry me off to someone.That's... I'd get fucked. Oh my god, no no no no! I'd rather die than give my ass to another dude!
She paced her room, biting her thumbnail. Then her bigger problem announced itself. Suddenly, an inexplicable flood of pain materialized in her mind. She clutched her head, her expression twisting into a grimace as she collapsed. Her fingers pulled at her hair and scratched at her neck. Her eyes went wide and bloodshot as her body convulsed.
Not this... again... It felt like her psyche was being slammed by cataclysmic waves. Another consciousness surged from the depths of her soul, the original owner of this body. For two months now, both versions of Natalia had been locked in a brutal clash, struggling for victory. Whoever wins becomes the dominant persona. However, these two months didn't yield any results. Every time, Natalia was able to suppress the original consciousness but couldn't completely crush it. In similar fashion, the original one wasn't able to take over the body.
In her mind, it felt like two worlds were colliding against each other. The first was a cloudy world with black skies, raining intensely and thunder roaring while the other was filled with electricity, lightning crackling and magnetic waves spreading outwards.
Those two worlds were struggling for dominance.
After half an hour, she released an exhausted breath. The old Natalia's consciousness faded as her body finally relaxed.
She dragged herself to the bathroom and spat into the sink. Cold water pooled in her cupped hands and she splashed it on her face, droplets falling from her hair as she stared into the mirror.
An alluring young woman stared back. 1.8 meters tall, with pale alabaster skin like frost. Her body was lean and athletic from the brutal training the Zenin forced on her; it was neither soft nor heavily muscled and dark bruises marked her arms and ribs. She'd inherited her mother's beauty and pale gray eyes, cold as winter. Her fingers were long and elegant, her arms somewhere between slender and strong while her hair was darkish green, the colour of a verdant sea.
Staring at herself, she remained motionless, still confused how such a hair colour could exist or eyes, though gray eyes existed in his previous world too, albeit they were too rare.
Sighing, she shook her head, tying her hair in a ponytail, and exited the bathroom, walking in the dark corridors.
The Zenin Clan was located in a remote place, surrounded by forest and cliffs. The Zenin household included several interconnected buildings that housed numerous members of the clan. They were built in the old traditional style, which was called Shinden-zukuri, if Natalia was correct. It was an architectural style created in the Heian Era, and was used mainly for palaces and residences of nobles.
And as one of the noble sorcerer families, the Zenin of course would build their base of operations to be as stunning and majestic as possible.
As she walked out of the corridor, she stepped onto the grass, staring at the sun with an expressionless face... Yeah, I'm fucked, figuratively and hopefully not literally.
Then, she heard the sound of a ringing bell echoing throughout the forest from the gargantuan tower. Groaning, Natalia walked to the training grounds with a resigned look.
She was in the Kukuru Unit as of now, because of her lack of a cursed technique. The only thing she had was cursed energy, and that was it. That's why she was placed in this unit. It is a lower branch of Hei, which the Clan's son and also his half-brother is leading. As for the Kukuru Unit, its captain is Nobuaki Zenin. Basically, this unit is filled with male members of the clan who don't possess innate techniques. All members of the clan who fit the criteria are required to enlist and undergo grueling martial arts training day and night.
For some reason, she was also in this unit, which was hella strange since she was a gal, obviously. Though, she heard that there was another member who was also a woman like her, but she left and enrolled in the school of sorcerers what those retards call Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School or in short, Jujutsu High.
Natalia gripped her wooden sword's handle, glancing at her opponent. She couldn't be bothered to remember his name. They all looked the same in their matching traditional training clothes. She wore the same style, but in a dress that restricted her movement.
The instructor glanced at both fighters, raising his unclenched fists, and the moment he clenched them, the fight began.
The man dashed forward, his blade raised high as he leaped. Natalia cursed under her breath, raising her own sword and deflecting the strike, her arms shaking from the force behind it. Because she had started learning Jujutsu two months ago, she wasn't as experienced in cursed energy reinforcement. Besides, her memories were fragmented and blurry. if it wasn't because of the previous Natalia's introverted nature, she would have been discovered already.
Gritting her teeth, she crouched, swinging her sword in a low horizontal slash. The dress was making this even more uncomfortable since she wasn't able to move freely. Twisting her body, she dodged his kick and struck first, forcing him into a defensive stance and not letting him complete the second form of his sword technique.
She pressed the offensive, rolling across the dirty ground to avoid a thrust, the tip of the wooden sword flashing above as her geta sandals found purchase, leaping forward and driving her wooden sword into the man's belly.
He groaned as the strike connected to his diaphragm, making him hiss in pain. He tried to kick her away to create some distance, but Natalia threw her sword at his face, forcing him to block, then maneuvered behind him, grabbed his arm, and rolled across his back. Positioning herself behind him and holding both arms, she slammed her foot into his spine with wide, bloodshot eyes narrowing in focus.
The man grimaced in pain as he fell to the ground, his arms on the verge of snapping as he glanced at Natalia's focused, desperate eyes, holding his arms with all her strength and pushing him down with a clenched jaw.
But before it would escalate any further, Nobuaki intervened, kicking Natalia away.
She rolled on the ground, coughing as she looked up in confusion, her face pale.
Nobuaki observed her, his eyes were cold and piercing as he stared at Natalia with an unimpressed look. "I've told you to learn the sword technique, but you still fight however you like. If you continue this, you won't learn anything."
Natalia spat in displeasure as she struggled to stand, then she dragged her body and nodded, bowing to him, not talking back nor defying him.
Nobuaki remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded in satisfaction and walked back. "Continue training and honour the clan."
Natalia's face was hidden, but her expression was twisted into a sneer as she looked up at him, rolling her eyes from frustration. Whatever you say chihuahua, I still see all that ballsack hair on your lips from all the dick sucking you're doing.
Belittling her captain in her heart because of his habit of bootlicking the Clan Head and important members, she continued her training, now cursed energy control and reinforcement, sitting in the lotus position.
Negative emotions such as fear, grief, anger, hatred, and envy are the foundation of cursed energy. And Natalia believed she lacked none of those emotions. Instabilities in her psyche brought by two different personas deepened those emotions as well, turning them even more intense. Yet, she found herself being weaker than the previous Natalia.
Is it because this body isn't truly mine yet? Or is her talent in Jujutsu greater than mine?
Sighing, she shook her head, trying to focus on cursed energy. It was like electricity, and since negative emotions were the trigger, she tried to create cursed energy from the slightest spark of emotion, especially now since she'd been beaten up for winning.
Slowly, transparent, illusory energy of bluish colour manifested from her stomach, spreading throughout her body. Some of it was leaking and it felt like there was some sort of disturbance, resulting in inability to fully control it. Perhaps it was because she didn't have great mastery over her emotions, which was caused by two different consciousnesses clashing frequently in a single body. Maybe that's why there was a delay.
Taking a deep breath, she evenly distributed her cursed energy in her body, controlling its flow. She felt peculiar, yet filthy energy filling her veins with strength.
However, she needed to reinforce her body with it now. Closing her eyes, she exhaled softly, sweat pouring from her forehead as she put all her focus into energy reinforcement.
She slowly started with blood, making it more tenacious, flowing like a tidal wave and pumping her heart, beating wildly as adrenaline spread through her body. Then, she focused on flesh, hardening it as her muscles tensed and contracted, and lastly, she turned to bones.
Letting cursed energy surge forward, her bones became robust. It felt like she could withstand any attack, like her body was indomitable. For some reason, every time she used cursed energy, she felt like she was on drugs, a euphoric feeling flooding her mind and a sense of exhilaration forcing her heart to beat even more feverishly. It felt like electricity was fueling her, pushing her to become stronger, faster, better... greater than she could ever be.
But regardless of how pleasing it was, Natalia couldn't escape the reality of her situation. Slowly, her cursed energy started bursting outward, turning volatile and unstable.
Fluctuations didn't allow her energy to stabilize, leaking from her body chaotically until she was drained completely, sparks dancing around her like electricity.
Opening her eyes, she clenched her fists, hitting the ground in frustration, her expression filled with displeasure and disappointment as she looked down for some time in bitterness.
I just can't maintain it... Why? What is it that I'm lacking... I don't understand. Hmm... Is there some kind of secret? Is my condition at fault? Haaaaa... Fuck.
She stood up and picked up her sword, then started practicing katas. She wanted to move just based on muscle memory, without wasting time to think, with just pure instinct.
Her fighting style felt as chaotic as her cursed energy. That's why the captain was often beating her up as punishment. Though, it's not like it's her fault, it just feels natural.
But she needed to master sword techniques. She wasn't arrogant enough to think that she knew better than a person who was decades older than her.
After an hour, she wiped sweat from her forehead, breathing heavily as her stamina was on the verge of complete depletion.
Inhaling cold air, she put her sword away neatly and started walking around to stabilize her ragged breathing. Her lungs felt like they were about to burst out from her body.
Slowly, she calmed down, opening her eyes and glancing at the other members who were still training.
She was about to take a seat to fully regain her stamina when she heard a voice calling out for her. "Natalia-san, Naobito-sama wishes for your presence."
Shit...
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[A/N: Hello everyone, my bruzzahs and my sizzarhs. I hope everyone is doing fine.
As for this fic, well, I've always wanted to write a JJK fic, so here it is. I won't say much to avoid spoiling you, so I hope you enjoy it.
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