I have trained and im back THIS BOUTTA BEEEE PEAKS ASF IM SAYING.
"You are me..."
Those words — spoken without fear, anger, or hatred — were the last thing Ryomen Sukuna heard before his world ended.
Not shouted. Not begged.
Just said.
Then… nothing.
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Silence wrapped around him like a burial cloth.
No blood. No screams. No throne.
Just stillness.
He welcomed it.
Even curses grow tired.
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"You really kicked the bucket, huh?"
That voice — smug and annoyingly familiar — echoed through the void.
Mahito.
Sukuna opened his eyes, if they could still be called eyes.
"You've gone soft," Mahito grinned. "Letting some brat talk philosophy before killing you?"
Sukuna didn't rise to it. "Letting? No. I listened. That's all."
Mahito raised a brow. "Since when did the King of Curses start listening?"
Sukuna shrugged. "Since I got tired of pretending that strength alone was enough."
A pause.
Mahito clicked his tongue. "Lame."
Sukuna chuckled. "Maybe. But even a curse learns, eventually."
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With no reason to linger, Sukuna turned and walked.
North. Or something like it.
His footsteps echoed in the emptiness:
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
He walked not out of fear, not out of hope — just out of will.
The only thing he had left.
Trailing behind him was the shell of his final vessel — the boy who had once screamed for justice.
A part of Sukuna respected that.
Even in the end, he hadn't begged.
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Then, something appeared in the distance.
A light.
Tall. Pulsing. Quietly alive.
It shimmered like a doorway built by forces even older than curses. It didn't call him. It simply existed — waiting.
Sukuna didn't smile. Didn't frown. He simply moved faster.
ThudThudThudThudThud—
And stopped.
Standing before the light, he felt nothing. No warmth. No fear. Only a question pressing in the back of his mind:
"Is this what comes after?" he asked softly.
Then scoffed.
"Redemption? Tch. That's not what I want."
He raised a hand.
"I don't need forgiveness. I don't even need a reason. I just want to exist — truly this time. Not as a monster, not as a weapon… just as me."
His fingers touched the light.
"I'll decide who I am in the next life. Not fate. Not curses. Me."
And with that, the King of Curses vanished.
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[Rebirth Log: Ryomen Sukuna – Reincarnated]
Hair: Deep black
Eyes: Crimson red
Facial Markings: Dormant (appear only when he chooses)
Cursed Energy: Gone — left behind in another world
Mana: Immense — natural, untainted, raw
Laplace Factor: Not present; he walks his own path
Innate Technique: Ten Shadows Technique — now adapted for mana
Mental Condition: Stable, calm, focused
Emotional State: Wary. Watchful. Rebuilding.
Retained Traits:
Combat mastery
Domain theory
Tactical brilliance
Memory, intelligence, and willpower intact
Changed Traits:
Open to new paths
Capable of understanding others
Less impulsive — more deliberate
Rejects mindless carnage
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He is reborn.
Not as a weapon.
Not as a king.
Not even as a curse.
But as something else.
A new being in a new world — shaped by his past, yet unshackled by it.
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And so begins the quiet rise of a man once feared as a monster.
Not to dominate.
Not to destroy. (He will destroy eyesores tho)
But simply... to live.
Whatever that means.
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(A/N: Yeah I'm going emotional with it 😭🔥 Sukuna 2.0 is him fr. Thanks for reading — next chapter: baby Sukuna vs diaper changing Paul 😩 stay tuned bros.)
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