I have no talent.
That is an undying, unchanging and unfortunate fact of my life.
In an era of the strongest, I alone am the one bestowed upon the title of 'Weakest'.
Even non-sorcerers can beat me easily if they're well trained enough.
Throughout my entire life, I have never done anything but look up.
Look up at the Sorcerers around me.
Look up at the Nobles above me.
Look up at the children who sneer at me…
I am below average.
I look over at the man before me.
Ryomen Sukuna.
He is no doubt the strongest. And no doubt the strongest in the entirety of Jujutsu history as well.
That much is clear.
And I knew it better than anyone. After all, I was his teacher. Whether he liked it or not.
Though I only taught him one thing…
Though it was something I was incredibly proud of. And something he liked too.
He is a wellspring of talent and strength unparalleled.
I take a breath.
16 years old. The same age as me. Yet he dwarfs me in everything.
"Huh?" A sound of confusion came from The Strongest, "They sent you?"
There was severe emphasis on the word 'you'.
As if it was impossible to think of a reason they would send me for him, if they wished to succeed at least. Which is fair.
"They did." I responded. My hands shake slightly.
I don't wanna be here.
It's not like I can refuse though.
I am a commoner.
They hate commoners.
I have no real backing. No giants behind me to keep me stable. Not a single giant keeping this shaky foundation of reputation from reversing at an instant.
I had the Fujiwara. Though I'm merely a pawn to them.
I am The Weakest Sorcerer in History.
That is known to everyone. Yet I am also the sorcerer with the most experience. The Most Experienced Sorcerer. That is what I'd like to call myself. Though 'The Most Experienced 16 Year old Sorcerer' would be more fitting
Grade 4 and Grade 3 Curses swarm like maggots.
Grade 2 and higher are rarer, less in this current Golden Age of Jujutsu, but still rare.
Yet those below?
Nobody wishes to waste their time fighting them.
And so I fight them.
Though it only may have been because I am The Weakest, I outclass Sukuna a hundredfold when it comes to fighting those stronger than me.
I know Sukuna.
I take a breath. I steeled myself and hardened my grip on the handle of my blade.
I'm not going to win.
I know this.
It's not like I want to win anyway. If I managed that impossibility then that means that the world would be down a Special Grade. The balance would tilt so far, especially with a creature like Sukuna, that something catastrophic may happen.
The higher ups sent me here for a reason. A reason I knew all too well.
They want to kill The Weakest sorcerer in History. No, rather they want Sukuna to kill me, a sorcerer officially licensed and certified, so they have an excuse to properly put out an execution order on his head.
Currently he hasn't done anything worth an order for execution. Though that's mostly due to the influence of Narauko.
They don't like seeing commoners do well.
And there isn't a single chance that Sukuna will spare me.
I was sent to retrieve him, by force, for a mission he refused to take- for one reason or another. I have no clue. The brains of geniuses are a mystery to me. It had something to do with a shrine, and Sukuna hated it and almost killed everyone in the building had Narauko not calmed him.
Though I did have one advantage.
His mild surprise that they sent someone as weak as me for someone as strong as himself was just enough to stun him for a moment.
Though only for a moment.
He'll kill me after this moment passes.
I know that much.
And during this moment there is nothing I can do.
So I'll just do this.
I know I will die.
So I will stake everything…
No.
I will stake more than everything.
I don't even know if this will work, but…
Let's just try.
A Binding Vow.
I crouch down. A simple domain appears around me. It was a normal size. Though this normal size is only there because of countless Binding Vows I took to enhance my paltry Cursed Energy amount.
Thank you Narauko and Ashiya.
I would've died long ago if not for this.
I will sacrifice everything.
I will sacrifice me. I will sacrifice every single version of me that exists. Every single one that exists in everyone's minds.
I will sacrifice all of them.
And I will sacrifice my ability to use Simple Domain too.
Sacrifice every single thing I can…
Every single possible future, every single bit of my past too.
My entire life.
And I sacrifice one final thing.
My ability to pass on into the afterlife.
I sacrifice everything.
For a single second.
There is no point to this.
I know that.
I will stake my life and my death. My future and my past. My body and my mind…
All for the present.
For a single second.
No.
No that's not enough.
Binding Vows are strengthened by two conditions.
The first being what is sacrificed.
The second is for how long it is sacrificed.
That is what most people know.
However there is a third condition one may use to further strengthen a vow.
This is something I discovered myself.
The only thing that kept me alive my whole life.
As a sorcerer without an innate technique nor with an absurd amount of Cursed Energy.
With a frankly far below average amount, actually.
And not because of a Heavenly Restriction of physical prowess or something of the sort. Simply because I don't have much Curse within me.
And the one thing I taught Sukuna. The one thing that made it so he actually had the will to remember my face, despite my weakness.
And that is for what duration you wish for the effect of the binding vow to take place.
Normally, the "Weight" of what you sacrifice with a Binding Vow is spread across your entire life, or a minute or two.
But if you focus the point, you can do something incredible.
Lessen the duration of the Binding Vow effect to a single second. And the "Weight" that was spread across that lifetime is now focused down to a single moment in time.
However, that isn't enough.
After all, Sukuna is much too strong.
To cross the chasm between the Strongest and the Weakest, I need it focused more.
I move forwards.
Sukuna is still slightly stunned at why they would ever send me, of all people, out to fight him.
So stunned in fact that he drops his guard enough for me to get close.
Not too close though.
A slash comes at me.
I don't dodge.
Simple Domain helps me react.
It tries to bisect me.
I take a breath.
Cursed Energy rushes to my legs and I leap a bit higher than the average man. Not high enough nor fast enough.
That's fine.
The bottom of my feet are gone.
That's fine.
I land on the bloody nubs and dash forwards with all my might.
Sukuna shoots out another slash, not at all impressed.
This one reaches me. It splits my torso in half.
That's fine.
Inertia carries me forwards, towards the Strongest.
He raises a brow, my blade reaches him.
It lands upon his side.
It doesn't even cut through the fabric of his Haori.
That's fine.
His Cursed Energy coats him as he doesn't even smile. He just looks at me with a gaze I can't properly determine.
Something between mild annoyance and apathy. As if he didn't truly care about my existence beyond that small little bump of shock at the beginning.
My mind fades.
I take my last breath.
And enforce the binding vow.
A sacrifice is not a sacrifice if one is willing to make it. One must part from something they cannot live without. Jujutsu is an inherently personal art. The Fishmonger and the Whore, just as I taught Sukuna.
The woman can give her body, for she does not care for it, for food. The fishmonger gives his fish, for he will catch more, for lust.
Yet the woman is starved, she needs the food.
And the fishmonger is human, he needs his lust.
This is a trade. Not a sacrifice.
But if you ask the fishmonger for his lust? The woman for her food?
That is sacrifice.
If one does not value what they give, the binding vow weakens.
So I focus.
I want to live. I want to see the people I live again after this. I want them to recognize me and say "Hello" to me again.
I want to live to see Sukuna stand in shock at the fact I managed to get him, to hit him, to cause a deep wound.
I want…?
No.
I need.
I need for all of that.
I need it all.
I need it.
I move down slightly. Gravity acting upon my upper half.
I need it.
I tighten my grip.
I need it.
I need it.
I focus my mind.
Not for a second.
Not for a millisecond.
No.
For a single instant.
The smallest possible fraction of time.
An instant.
Now.
The exact present.
And for what?
Simply one wish.
I sacrifice everything, so that in this very instant, I may cut.
I feel chains act upon me.
Tearing absolutely everything about me away. The ownership of my soul itself. Everything. Absolutely everything.
The blade travels down like it was passing through air.
From a quarter down of his arm down to his belly button.
A large cut as my blade digs through.
Though only for a moment.
I was proud.
I had managed to do what countless other Sorcerers couldn't. What countless other Sorcerers tried.
I had wounded the Strongest Sorcerer. For a moment I had wounded him.
I assume that my wish was vague enough.
"So I may cut"
By not specifically stating what to cut, I cut through everything. Including the soul.
That'll make healing it a pain in the ass. One I'm sure Sukuna will hate me for. Though he already hates me for no reason. For he is hate. Though no matter.
He wouldn't remember it anyway.
Or would I.
Or anyone would really.
Thats the downside of such a Binding Vow.
Well…
It's fine.
I close my eyes.
It's totally fine.
Like hell it is.
Proud?
Pride?
WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I BE PROUD ABOUT!?
I sacrifice everything. Absolutely everything. For this? No, for nothing?
For less than nothing?
I'm mad.
I'm angry.
I'm pissed off.
I found his slashes beautiful. His Cursed Energy. His technique.
I'm pissed off that I found it beautiful.
I'm pissed off that he could see such an incredibly beautiful ability at a whim and yet not care for it.
I am pissed off.
I am angry.
And I rage.
Jujutsu is the closest thing humans have to magic. Aside from the Blessings of a Kami, of course, but that's incredibly limited in nature. But otherwise I am one of the few who only have access to the basics of that magic.
The basics.
Innate Techniques. They're powerful.
Incredibly so.
The one thing I could never achieve.
Not by a lack of trying.
I was one of the few Sorcerers that believed the creation of an Innate Technique artificially was possible.
It was something I found through speaking with Narauko, actually.
Only through the perspective of a genius was I able to find a clue.
How sad.
But essentially, a Sorcerers Innate Technique is a Ritual. All of Jujutsu is, essentially.
A Ritual taking the circumstances of your birth, your life, how you're raised, how your parents met, when your parents met… Every single bit of your life creates a technique inscribed into your very soul.
Which is why as you gain more life experiences and fight more or use a technique more, it grows stronger.
Which is why a technique is a person's life.
I want to see it.
I wanted to make Sukuna draw out more of his life. To show me more uses of his technique.
I want to see it.
I want to fight him again. See if I could make him do anything else. Force him to try harder.
No.
I want him to try his hardest. Reach beyond that maximum. I want to see it all.
But there's something else.
An intense…
Disgust.
Disgust at myself.
Is that really how I lived my life?
Listening to others?
Bowing my head to those stronger than me?
Then what was the point of me dying?
I bound everything to other people.
I feel bile rising up in my throat.
But it's too late now…
These are just the regrets of a dead man…
And my mind fades.
…
…
?
Why am I still able to think?
I should be dead.
I am dead.
I had been bisected.
Yet it feels warm.
And I feel small.
Not in the usual way.
I mean- I am small.
Short, rather.
But that isn't what I'm talking about.
My body feels smaller.
I open my eyes.
This certainly isn't the afterlife.
These hands are familiar.
They're mine.
I remember them.
Despite my awful memory, a major part of my incredibly lacking talent, I do remember these hands.
A shiver runs down my spine.
It's cold.
It suddenly became incredibly cold.
I look down.
Ah, yeah.
I was homeless around this time.
Makes sense.
I'm a commoner, after all.
I assume this is something like my life flashing before my eyes?
I look up.
It's the middle of the night.
I touch the floor below me. Hard stone that was cobbled together to create a path on the side of a long road.
A building at my back. Not a single light on. My legs feel like bricks. Probably because I haven't eaten anything in weeks.
How do I know that?
Nevermind.
I stay sat on the side of this long road before standing up. Walking. Walking forwards.
Where?
I have no clue.
All I know is that I must walk.
I look down.
What's the point. I remember this. That'll happen is I accidentally walk too close to a nobles home and have the snot beaten out of me.
I pause.
This is a memory.
But I can move.
I can think. I can influence. I can feel pain…
This isn't a memory. My life isn't flashing before my eyes.
This is real.
I am here.
Alive.
And judging by the familiar road and attire I have, it's not just me becoming younger. I've been sent back through time.
I close my eyes.
And I look through my memories.
The chains binding me were gone.
The binding vow was broken?
No, not one.
Every single Binding Vow I've ever made. Of those hundreds of thousands of Vows restricting me and keeping my allegiance to the Fujiwara, all of them were gone.
It feels.
A grin finds its way on my face.
It's exhilarating.
This freedom.
It's enough to warm me all the way up. From my toes to my head.
My body feels so light I might even be able to fly.
It's addicting.
But the consequences…
Oh!
I've traveled back in time. Thus the effects of the binding vow never happened, and neither did the binding vow itself.
So I am free from them.
All of them. All of the countless hundreds of vows I've made during my life to face and win and survive against those hundreds of curses I fought.
I keep doing it. Searching for Binding Vows, seeing there are none and getting another rush of Freedom.
I do it over and over… Until I spot something. Further back, inside my body. Inscribed into my body but also still not exactly on the body?
On the body in a spiritual way. Like a stain. A good one. One that's a part of me.
There's a path. A path for Cursed Energy.
That I know. I can tell, instantly.
I close my eyes. Cursed Energy. I've used it before, I can use it again. Sense it the best I can. And better than that still.
More and more.
Sense it.
I find it. Tiny whisps of disgust that stain my very soul. I take it and wring myself dry of it. Grasping that stupidly small amount of Energy and flowing it.
My control is trash. That I know. Less than trash, even.
Most of the pitifully small amount of energy I grasped was leaking out as I moved it.
I take that small amount and stuff it into this strange pathway of Cursed Energy.
And something miraculous happens.
Knowledge appears in my head. No, instincts. Something that was a part of me is becoming more… There. Its existence becomes more defined.
A pattern. I think.
I can't make out what it is exactly. Not enough Cursed Energy to properly distinguish it, but I don't care about that right now.
I try and think about the information. And I feel something.
I know what this is and my grin grows even further.
So this is what an Innate Technique is like, huh?
Knowledge about the Technique. That is what entered my mind.
Basic knowledge, probably barely even scratching the surface of it, but it was knowledge nonetheless.
My Technique turns back time to the moment I unlocked my technique whenever I die.
Wouldn't the Kami's of the world recognise the disturbance and do something about it though?
I look up.
Nothing.
Yes, it seems I'm fine for now at least.
I try to flood Cursed Energy through it and…!
Nothing.
It did nothing.
Practically the only thing the Technique does is give me more chances.
But even those are limited.
Considering many factors, such as my ability to live through such a drawn out time again.
After all, I can only repeat a life so many times before I go insane.
But…
What now?
It's not like there was anything I could really do.
I mean.
I understand the workings of Jujutsu, the basics– for that is as far as my talent allows…
So what should I do?
Go a different path?
Find a normal job or something?
I could.
My head throbs.
I don't want to.
I think of Narauko.
Of Sukuna.
Of the Strongest.
They were shackled by nothing.
Neither money nor people nor a greater power. They were the pinnacle.
I think of my previous life.
Of those hundreds of restrictions.
And I feel disgusted.
Everything that binds me is disgusting.
The need for money? Disgusting.
The bowing of my head? Disgusting.
The need for food? Disgusting.
The need for water? Disgusting.
The need for absolutely anything? Disgusting.
I want something. And that is to need nothing.
Because everything that binds me is disgusting.
Last life I survived pretty well for someone as Weak as me.
I am the Weakest. And the Weakest always survive.
But I don't wanna survive.
I want to live.
I close my eyes.
How do I live?
There should be a goal. Something I want.
Not something I need, something I want. That I do because I want to.
What do I want more than anything?
I don't need something concrete. Even a lofty goal is enough.
Something to work towards.
I want to be free.
Free from bowing my head. To live in a way I want. Unbound and without needing to bind myself at all.
I want Freedom.
Though, of course, freedom is synonymous with strength.
I need to get stronger.
I need to become the Strongest.
I sigh, the breath leaving me as I steeled my gaze.
"Let's start with aiming for Grade 2…"
//Authors Note///
Hai :3
Its me, Worst Masterpiece. I'm here with a fanfic. A fanfic of a fanfic. I have a pretty good feeling about it actually.
Hopefully I have the motivation to see this one to the end. I'm using this to help rebound myself back into writing Fanfictions.
Hopefully Bored MC doesn't see me using his ocs and decide to write a 10000 word long smutfic of me as a gay furry femboy.
Also, side note. Main Character is like me fr. And by that I mean he's a faggot, even if he don't know it yet. Like a wise man once said, "People were hella gay in ye olden times," or something like that. He also has no name right now.