Amaro's Chain [ Jumpchain Challenge ]

[Isbrandir_Blake]

Becoming a lab-rat for beings you cannot comprehend, dying again and again to be reborn in a endless chain of crazy worlds, becoming everything from a silly wizard to a cannibal with eldritch tentacles coming out of my back... Not exactly my idea of a adventure, but hey, at least my life is not boring anymore.

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Jumper : Amaro Verissimo




++++++++++++++Introduction


The lady of colors once told me it was normal for Jumpers to not remember How they "died". Generally, the mind would repress the process of Transmigration of the soul, It was just to "Eldritch" for a living person to remember. That would also be why even those who gained perfect memory from perks do not remember the few hours before and after incarnating into a new life.
"It was best to keep that out of your minds until they were developed enough to deal with..." She said on her weirdly motherly tone.

She was weirdly motherly as a whole. He wonders IF the patrons programmed her like that because they thought it would make it easier for people like him or if she developed that on her own.
The first time I saw her was quite overwhelming though...

I had woken up in what looked like a bed, my head was weirdly empty in a way I only experienced on relaxed vacation days. Getting up I realized wherever I was, it was not home... them I spotted her

My breathing stopped when I saw the woman standing before me. Skin like the surface of the pearl. "A mask?" I asked myself. It was not. Her clothing was like a cloak I only ever seen in movies, just... more colorful. The closest description I could make would be something like the hippie shirts with watercolor fractals.

But even more than that, there was this aura. An aura of... everythingness. Like, just looking at her was more information I could manage. Like I was high on LSD and cocaine at the same time.

"Stop that…stop this....please." I weakly muttered. Desperately grasping on the last vestiges of coherence in my mind.

The woman backed away slightly as If surprised. And suddenly the aura faded and I was able to think again. "Sorry, little one, sometimes I forget the precise amount of sensory output each species can manage. This last setting was for a different kind of human from another earth."

"W-who are you?... How - Where even am I? Wha- what's even..."

She approached, ever so slowly, eyes never leaving me. "How the ones I look after call me varies a lot. A while ago a woman from your planet called me Zhōngjiè. "

" ...Zo-Zhōngjiè? Wait- planets? What the fuck?"

My body began to stand as she gently pulled me up at eye level. "And it is not what I want you to do. Its what your patrons want you to do. This part, specifically, is generally better to be imprinted than simply transmitted through words." She moved slowly, as if not to further scare a frightened animal.

Her fingers brushed my face.I let her do as she pleased - to stunned to react as she pressed her hand to my forehead.
And them… and them I understood it all.


I saw the beginning. I saw the birth of stars. I saw the formation and destruction of planets. I saw the debris float in the cosmos. I saw the dust and rocks and liquid and energy compress together. I saw the tiniest beings begin to grow and adapt from the dust . I saw humanity's birth, humanity's growth. Humanity's hubris, humanity's conflicts. I saw it all through another being's eyes, a larger one, more complex. Infinitely more...

Then I saw them. I saw creatures beyond comprehension. Finding humans. Becoming fascinated with the little species and how complex they were in their smallness. They-they were taking the humans. Taking them to their experiments. With humans they could learn. To travel. Giving humans power. Giving them missions. Giving them knowledge beyond everything I could imagine.

"Jump-Chain..." I muttered.

"Jump-Chain?!?" I scream

Lots of emotions. Fear, incredulity, confusion, excitement, more fear. I felt myself getting dizzy and passed out.

The second time I woke in that bed, I opened my eyes and got up way quicker.

"Good morning."

I looked to the side to see a woman sitting on a chair by the window. Looking around at the room I saw that I was in a very spacious bedroom that had windows on three sides. All of which showed a peaceful forest that made me remember of my childhood.
"Juice?" She smiled and offered a drink as a jar of juice and a glass cup appeared on the bedside table. I stared at the beverage. I took the glass and poured some for myself before drinking it with satisfaction.


"So you're a patron? A Jump-chan, like from the game?"


"No. I am more of an intermediary. Your patrons are way too eldritch to communicate directly. But as their intermediary, some had called me their jump-chan. " She sat comfortably on her chair.


"Why?... Why me?" And question was genuine. I was not the type to do extraordinary things. My greatest aspirations included getting a job well paying enough to take care of my family and get financially and mentally stable enough to invest into becoming a writer. My mind was atypical, overly philosophical and never birthed anything world-changing. So, from all more determined, courageous, and ingenious to send at the multiverse ... why the hell would the choose

Her response came with a smile as placid as it was amused. "They choose people form all archetypes. Variety is necessary for better data gathering. Heroes, Jesters, Explorers, Creators, Caregivers, Sages. All the shades of humanity." the

"So... My life is going to be like those in those games? Those, choose your own adventure games?"


"Not ...exactly." She seemed hesitant for the first time "Jump Chain is good reference to what the experiment will entail to you, but... There are some nuances."

"Nuances?"

She looked at me with what I later understood was compassion. " Have you ever heard of the wanderer fallacy? "






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Author notes:

Hey guys. have being playing this amazing and sadly niche little game known as jumpchain for almost 5 years now, but rarely and writing down my jumpers adventures and never before posting them.

Well... I finally took the "Heavy is the Quill" challenge, and now will be writing down the journey of my most recent jumper and posting it in multiple platforms.

Dont expect more tham 2 or 3 bored people to really read it, so If even one person has a modicum of a good time with this I will already be a surprising sucess.




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---------Alterations :


Meta : no such thing as jump documents. Sections of perks drawback etc is made by an esoteric mean that takes in consideration probable individual choices/ tendencies and varying patron wishes for the experiment.

Starting Point : Stranded Start with no Complications or Accommodations.

Survivor : Survivor Each Complication is worth a single Accommodation.


+++Accommodations




+ Nothing Happened While You Were Out :
While your Jumper is off gallivanting about the multiverse, worlds your Jumper has visited remain paused until they return or their chain ends. This includes their home world.

+Supplements
>Amaro is granted a Wearhouse


+Combine Jumps
"It's not where you take things from — it's where you take (your Jumper) to." – Jean-Luc Godard Even if they aren't similar, any two or more jumps' settings and options can be merged together. Your Jumper still starts with 1000 CP, backgrounds only apply to their own jumps, and they spend the jump in a sort-of-new and sort-of-unique world that blends more recognizable realities together.Don't be afraid of unoriginality: "Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent." – Jim Jarmusch


+Alt-Form Armoire
Once your Jumper goes ____, they can go back. And forth. Assuming any previous form that results from CP purchases is as easy for your Jumper as willing it to happen. Whether or not these alt-forms include age and gender is up to you.


+Before Babel
Your Jumper is guaranteed to be able to understand and communicate with the locals of wherever they start out in a Jump. Traveling to a different area after the jump starts will not confer the same linguistic ability. Whether or not this conveys a fluency that persists after the jump ends is up to you.


+Universal Power
Psyker powers require the Warp, Jedi mind tricks require the Force, and X-men mutations a rather generous interpretation of what constitutes biology. Without the ability to do use these abilities in other universes, Jumpchain loses a lot of its appeal. With this Accommodation, all of your Jumper's out-of-context powers work, even if the local metaphysics would suggest they shouldn't.



+Not Alone x2
Chosen start with four (4) purchases of this Accommodation, for up to 8 active Companions. Everybody needs somebody. The first purchase allows for one companion to follow the Jumper to each subsequent setting, and each subsequent purchase doubles the number of companions your Jumper can have with them.


+++Complications

Most of those apply only to Jumper, not to the companions. They can return home and not have to worry about death.

~Uncertain Schedule : Jump can last from 15 years to the extent of the incarnation natural life and they pull you out of the jump whenever they see fit.

~ No- Death is not the end :
no Chain-fail will not send him home. He will only go home after a certain amount of jumps he does not know how many. Death before acceptable schedule only leads to time spent in a patron ruled afterlife jumper calls Limbo.

~Never-Ending Chain
Modified, He is Tod the chain will end eventually, and most likely in less than 100 jumps but he knows nothing for certain. It could be anything from 10 to 99. Or, If the patrons are messing with him ( which he cannot know for sure) it can go for hundreds or even thousands of jumps

~Modified- Entertain Me : Quest Up Jumper must take Patron missions. Not following this missions means time in limbo.


-Blind Chain

By chance, design, or extensive mental alteration, your Jumper will always be ignorant of the settings they visit. Or maybe they visit worlds that haven't been recorded at all. Maybe your Jumper isn't even aware of the mechanics or cause behind their multiversal adventure.


-Reincarnation
How'd you like to end each jump with a bang? How about a gasp, gurgle, scream, splat, or crunch? This complications causes jumps end when your Jumper dies, not after 10 years, and they begin the next jump as a newborn or infant. Dying before 10 years after the rolled starting age is a chainfail.
Requires Every Origin Drops In and Death is Not the End. Incompatible with Flexible Travel Schedule.

-Always/Never Drop-In:
A sense of self is important for people. So whether your Jumper is always themselves, or finds they're a new person in every jump, the sense of continuity or lack thereof is something to be exsplored.

- Heavy Is The Quill
What IS Jumpchain, really? Sure, it's a single-player imagination game, but it's also a community, and a creative outlet. For every jump taken, before another is begun, you must write at least 1000 words dedicated to your Jumper's adventures there. Posting your write fagging is STRONGLY recommended. This Complication can be chosen up to 10 times.


◇ - origins work by this system :

It reincarnates your soul into a new body but without your memories.
The memories stay locked until the " beginning of the jump" , but the inserted being is still you, keeping or rediscovering much of your personality. Though events of the new life have their influence still.
Once the "Jump starts" all your memories and powers come back.

 

[Isbrandir_Blake]

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+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Jump 1 : Sonny Boy







"Ooooh. That is why you sons of b%&$ !" I cussed at the endless psychedelic visual clusterfuck of the pathway to the "Real World".



I had spent years stuck with a bunch of teenagers hooping from dimension to dimension ( or This Worlds, as the kids go to call it) having to deal with everything from a reverse-lord-of-flies bullshit island, stagnant society of centuries-old teenagers perpetually doing manual labor to build a giant tower to salvation, and 5 thousand-year-old mass murderers.



At its core, Sonny Boy was an oneiric and dreamlike take on the Isekai genre. An entire class of teens is transported to another dimension and some get special powers. Unlike any other Isekai though, ther is no fantasy, fights, romance or even a coherent storyline that can followed without a whiteboard. It is all a big exploration of philosophical and psychological themes such as identity, purpose, freedom, loneliness and social expectations.



The first months I spent in here I just isolated myself in empty worlds and tested how long I could actually stay moving, without eating, and completely and gripingly depressed ( it was a few hundred hours). Eventually, though, Nagara, Mizuho, Nozomi and Rajdhani would just find me. Even after the whole "Noahs Ark" bullshit, even after I snapped and beat the hell out of Sou and Seiji... they still did not left me to die.



The class, and hundreds of other classes just get flung around a bunch of connected pocket dimensions. Each dimension with different rules and honestly oneiric nature to them. And among all that, there is no adventure to be found. Even with an infinity of different worlds at their fingertips and it all just becomes... life.



The kids find ways to get themselves food, create a monetary system and social order, fall in love, and believe in god... the only difference is that here is that death and aging are not factors, time is more relative ( upon the fifth month a talking dog explained that sometimes when you are walking through different This Worlds you are also walking through time, so sometimes you can meet up with a friend you have not seen in a month only to find out you guys have not seen for 2000 years in his perspective ).



I think that that was the whole point of the anime. Or at least one of the major ones. No matter how different you imagine a world to be, humans are just humans and will fall under the same patterns and nature. Superpowers, immortality, and, Magic lands do not change that. With endless possibilities and infinite time, humans are just humans. Life is just life. And there is absolutely no overall meaning to it or specific way it has to be. Everything and everyone's life's are equal in their ultimate nothingness.



It took me longer than would like for me to get sending me here from all worlds - to this of all Isekai - was a huge mindfuck from my patrons to make me understand and accept my new existence.



"Fuck you ! Fuck you all very much !" I screamed into the ever-changing psychedelic void.
"Are you all right Amaro-san? " Nagara asked me, his hand tugging on the rope that connected the three of us. From behind me Mizuho was giving me one of her concerned-disguised-as-annoyed looks.



Just looking at the two of them made most of my angry frustration melt. This was their story I was intruding in. Their moment of choosing life, choosing to try despite everything telling them not to. Hell GOD himself told them not to. Yet this little boy who just two years ago would embrace defeat and unhappiness because its easier than trying. This little girl who could barely show any true vulnerability cried in my shoulder admitting she wanted to live but was scared of all that life might bring, that she might not be able to take it.



But when nothing matters why should we be scared of the little possibilities some things have terrible outcomes but others don't. Good things can happen. We lost Nozomi, yet Rajdhani reached enlightenment and knowledge like many man can even dream.



Mizuho told me there are things one cannot know unless they try. That life has to be lived, or else it all just wasted possibilities. There is no point in this journey, but as Nozomi told us, we can find value and meaning and If everything is pointless whatever meaning we choose to give it will not be better or worse than any other. One can create purpose out of a meaningless adventure.



" It's ... its nothing guys. Let's get out of here."






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First jump... not my best. I was still deciding the story format I wanted

But in my defense : It is way better If you have just seen Sonny Boy like I did right before writting it. This anime is is my favorite Isekai of all time ( Re:Zero being the second) and I reaaally wanted the first jump to be it even If it ends up confusing for the readers.

Also, "Sonny Boy" is about being positive in Nihilistic sort of despairing situation, and that is what Amaro was thanks to all the chain alterations. He is doing this, against his will, forever and ever, It is the kind of shit that drives a man mad.

 

[Isbrandir_Blake]

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++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Jump 2 - Kengan Ashura + Baki




This whole story begins about three hundred years ago in the island nation of Japan. In Japan, it was year five of the Shotoku era. The nation was at peace, but in the dark recesses, there was a ceaseless and bloody conflict between the merchants.
What they desired was status, the status of "Shogunate Purveyor." Shogunate Purveyor, the highest rank among all merchant purveyors. They possessed the greatest privileges, including a monopoly on purveying goods to the shogunate in every industry, even minting.

In other words, it was a position that all merchants were foaming at the mouth to obtain, and they would obtain it by any means necessary. . .

Intimidation, conspiracy, even assassination, they used every means they had to get rid of the competition. This conflict gave rise to new grudges, and a spiral of hatred arose from it. Eventually, not even the merchants themselves could control the ever-expanding cycle of violence, and the world was becoming a constant battlefield.

And so, the times were calling for a chain to control the spear of unending violence. It was not the merchants that brought that chain, however.

The Seventh Shogun of the Tokugawa Shogunate, this was the one who brought an end to unmitigated violence that was beginning to consume the era. His name was Tokugawa Ietsugu, and he was a boy of only five. Ietsugu summoned the merchants that were at the heart of this quarrel and gave them an order.

"If you wish to settle this conflict, then battle it out fair and square!"

It was truly a childlike, simple and candid proposal, but not a single one of them had ever reached this simple conclusion on their own. Overwhelmed by the merciful gaze of the young shogun, they felt ashamed by their shortcomings.

Violence brought order. The merchants formed a guild. If there was a conflict of interest, they would establish a venue of competition through the guild. The results of that competition were indisputable, and any other conflict was strictly forbidden.

The method of that competition was incredibly simple: a one-on-one fistfight! Overwhelming primordial violence, confident fighters hired by each side would settle their differences in the merchants' place.
"Violence" was sublimated into "martial arts."

These battles were held under the guild members' supervision until one side fell. Even after the Tokugawa Shogunate fell, the merchants continued this method of competition unbroken. In order to settle their conflicts, they would entrust their desires to the fists of fighters.

This guild would evolve into the "Kengan Association", and these conflicts would be dubbed "Kengan Matches."

Returning to the modern day, the head of the Nogi Business Group has began to plot behind the scenes. With just a few more victories, he will be able to garner enough support to enact the Kengan Annihilation Tournament. The greatest members of the association and their fighters will battle for the right to lead the Kengan Association, but if he loses then everything else will be lost with him.

After the events of the Maximum Tournament Baki became old man Tokugawa fighter in the Kengan Matches, and Thanks to his amazing performance in this tournament and Many other underground fights ( plus the fame that came with admitting his Hanma heritage) Jack ends up being hired by instead of Bando, giving him a chance to face even stronger fighters and fight his brother again.

In my life, I had a true passion for martial arts. To the point that despite of my bellow average physique and low willpower, I actually managed to find a traditionalist school of Krav Manga and persist on training for almost a decade.

One would assume I would love to be sent to a world such as this. And I maybe I would have ... If I had not reincarnated into one of the most dangerous and violent slums Japanese fiction ever conceived. " The Inside".

I come in as a forgotten son of Yujiro with a random young woman named Yashimura Cho. Mom... Cho is strong-willed enough to survive being Yujiro for a few months, only instead of rewarding her with peace destiny has her being trafficked into "The Inside" a few months after the strongest man in Japan discards her as a common whore. she managed to escape her captors after the warehouse where she was being kept was attacked by a rival gang. She has me on an abandoned shack in a rainy day. And through grit and smarts, we actually manage to go by... Until my ninth 9 birthday, when the gang that ruled our neighborhood got doubled the "Protection Fee" and since mother did not have the funds... they tried to what these kinds of people do. She resited of course, she took 2 of them before the thugs stabbed her back deep enough to cross her heart .

Life after that was bit of blur. Stealing food, killing drug dealers and small time thieves to get enough money to eat... That was until Niko came around. Unlike Ohma he did not find me getting beat up by thugs but taking the belongings of a corpse. With no memory of canon and the mind of a war-paranoid 12-year-old who distrusted and hated every single older male... of course I attacked him. instead of just breaking my bones he got impressed, took me in and trained me in the Niko Style

3 years later Niko adopted Ohma. We were a messed up but functional family for a few good years. Until Setsuna came around.

The day Nico died was a new level of low for me.

Those were two familes in less than 10 years. I alredy had lost my first family the day I became a jumper, and that now... well let's say something in my heart closed. My mind decided that caring for others was just not viable anymore.
Since I was alredy cursed to live for centuries being flung from world to world, and adding in the fact I may be sent to places even worse than the inside ... It was better for me AND for everyone else If I did not make bonds.

That was one of the reasons I did not look for Ohma after Niko died. If the kid wanted to be alone, let him be alone. If he wanted to fight everyone to prove he is strong... "Them let the little fucker die trying".

Cut to the kengan Annihilation Tournament.

I had made a name for myself in underground fighting over the years. The stupid Disneyworld knock-off hired by me instead of Nesu, putting me to fight Rei in the first round.

Rei was fast, faster than Niko. It was ... a rare joy to find such a challenge. Sadly the harder Rei tried he could not make lasting damage on the guy whose bones were harder than steel and who's muscles could take shotgun wounds. Even the few concussions he managed to cause were not enough, and eventually, he was caught on redirection Kata throw. Face to the ground, stunned. Once on the ground, I stomped Rei's leg hard enough to remove his mobility

By plot coincidence, he met Baki while training at the cliffside. Out of nowhere Yujiro Appeared, kicked My ass and told us both we were brothers with a huge demonic smile in face. That Man's psyche needed to be studied

In the second round, I faced Baki. Much like in Ohma vs Baki, Baki dominated most of the fight. I was way tougher than Ohma durability-wise though. And unlike Ohma, once I realized I could not win with striking or throwing ( Baki was way faster tham me and way less affected by damage than any fighter I ever encountered. He just took hits and kept going without slowing down ) I started trying to grapple. Almost got to break Baki's arm via armbar, but Baki escaped. He scaped all my Grapples, dodged or tanked all his strikes, and every time I tried to break Baki's bones in joint locks he ended up being thrown instead ( Baki had trained with Goki Shibukawa to counteract throws, joint locks and power flow control after all)

Baki eliminated Amaro from the tournament with a killer mix of his Cocroach Dash and an Elbow to the sternum while using Adamantine Kata ( which he copied from watching Amaro ). He turned his strongest tackle technique into a move much resembling Niko Style Iron Moment ... Just much much faster and more destructive.

After My defeat Baki comes to visit on the infirmary and ... I feel lighter. We talk about the Niko Style, we talk about his journey to become as strong as he is ( which almost summarizes his life) and I tell him about The Inside and how, in a weird way, Sometimes there were more peaceful and made more sense than the outside world.

Later I came to try talk to Ohma, but the idiot was still not willing to listen. It was only after Ohmas enlightenment In his big fight with Raian that we actually chat. It was brief but... it was good. For the first time in while it felt like I could not only just be ok or "content enough".

...and them Ohmas heart exploded.

The patrons at least gave the dignity of a mourning period as it took 2 years after the Kengan annihilation tournament for they to yank me from that world.

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Kengan Ashura

Kengan Ashura Jumpchain CYOA 1.1.pdf

drive.google.com

Baki

Baki the Grappler, Part 2 - Son Of Ogre.pdf

drive.google.com



1000
-300 Hanma
-150 Baki Techniques
-200 Bare Handed Soldiers
-400 Capriccios Man
Free Combat Experience

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[Isbrandir_Blake]

Jumper :Amaro Verissimo





+++++++++++++++++++++++++++Jump 3 - Tokyo Ghoul.






Being reborn as Half-Ghoul was not the worst fate of jump-chain, but was not the best either. Yeah, finding out I would need to feed on human flesh every month in other to stay healthy and not go berserk on anything with a pulse, was not ideal, but all in all, it was not horrible. Tokyo 11th ward was very tame compared to "The Inside" in Kengan Ashura.

Also, this time I was spared a tragic parent death. In a twist probability and complete subversion of my expectations, both my ghoul and human parents were not stricken down by Dove's or other ghouls, but lived long and uninterrupted lives in this tragedy-fast of a world. It was almost as If fate (read, my Fucking patrons) was messing up with me - Telling me my life was not going to be so predictable.

Don't get me wrong, life was not EASY, but most of my childhood was spent without the funerals of loved ones.

I attended school, I hid from other ghouls and I ate what my father brought home without questioning who had killed so that him and I could keep on living for another month. Once I was 15 he started to take me on "hunts" ( it was easier to call them that) so that I could feed myself once he was gone.

Killing was… not new. I had done it in my second childhood to survive the slums. Killing relatively innocent people? It was …not horrible.

It was emotionally tiresome more than anything. I had gone beyond self-hatred after my first 10 years of life as a ghoul. Knowing at least a hundred people died for me to live… I wonder why I never just stopped eating? Maybe I was a coward, maybe a nihilist. No part of me wanted to deal with the starvation. Not for fear, I had starved before in the inside, but more for… refusal.

Some part of me refused violently to the notion of getting paralyzed or broken by moral conflicts. Maybe it was because I knew that no matter what happened, my patrons would not let me die just yet (I had barely being their lab rat for a century), so If I broke I would just be forced to keep going and in much more pain . So… moral compromises it were.

… Until Aogiri Tree started to claim the entire 11th ward as their territory. As strong as I was, I did not want to mess with one of the strongest ghoul gangs around, so I did what any smart Ghoul should do, and what I certainly would have done If I had memories of the Tokyo Ghoul Manga:

I moved to the 20th, ward.


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Canon started two years after I had moved to a small apartment complex close to Anteiku. And, really, I had no idea how attached I would end up becoming to that place. Only two months after I moved. Yoshimura-san found me a job performing in pay for our weekly pound of flesh, and only a year in I alredy considered the staff friends I would face a CCG squadron for. Which was especially confusing for how jaded and closed I had become since... Since Niko's death really. I almost got into a paranoid crisis and started blaming my patrons for stacking me with some twisted drawback that would make me care for people just to had them taken away.

Anyway, life was good, the 20th award was safe, I was content with my job of teaching martial arts for humans by day and Anteiku-affiliated ghouls by night ( not having to hunt humans to survive was a great bonus, it did wonders to one's mental health) ...

... And them Kaneki Ken entered through the little coffee-shops doors.

With no memory of Canon, for me he was just another human. Just another regular client of the coffee shop who never knew or would ever know what that place truly was... Until one day when I arrived at night to find Mister Yoshimura and Touka arguing about something.

After a few awkward moments of waiting on them to finish whatever they were talking about (something to do with someone Touka thinks they should not help?) The teenager left and the Boss of the coffee shop sat down with a sigh.

"Amaro-sam... there is an individual upstairs that I would like you to meet. He... will be needing a lot of our assistence."


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"Holy shit. Kaneki-san, is that you?" He nodded hesitantly, and I exclaimed, "How are you even alive right now? And you're a ghoul? With Rize's scent? What the fuck? What kind of fever dream is this?"

"A-ah, Amaro-san, was it? A lot of things happened and I got turned into a ghoul, a-and can you p-please stay further away from me a bit?" Kaneki chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry, but I just can't get comfortable staying near anyone, at least not right now. I almost killed people earlier from so much hunger...I can't accept eating human meat, no matter what."

"Getting turned into a ghoul, huh? That will not be easy, I can assure, but does not need to be hell too." He looked at me with a questioning gaze. " Thousands of ghouls manage to live with that burden and even so some good in the world despite of it. Mister Yoshimura being a great example. You are lucky to fall under the protection of some one like him."

"But look I can se you got some issues to sort out, so I'll just… leave you to it."


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I would like to say I made a difference and left this timeline and this city way better than it would have been… but that would be a lie. Yes thanks to me everyone Anteiku was way better of a fighter than the would originally be, but since there was not enough time or availability for them to undergo The hellish training routines of my "Bare-Handed Soldiers" perk, they were not strong enough to stop Jason from catching Kaneki.

… That poor man.

One good thing that came out of it is that from retrieving Yamori's corpse I finally had something to work with for the Quinx's procedure…

…I am a monster I know, but feeling guilty would not help Kaneki or lessen his pain, future Jason-powered soldiers could save life's. And speaking of saving lives, that is what I did.

When the Owl suppression operation came I stood with Yoshimura-sama against the doves. My full power as a One-Eyed Ghoul had finally become fully realized we Faced Juuzou and Koori and completely overwhelmed them. Koori feel early in the fight, shot in 7 different places by a surprise volley of shards from my Ukaku ( surprise since I had until that point limited myself to only use my Rinkaku).

With the situation reverted on him Juuzou had not much of chance and was taken out of the fight by a serious stab in the liver by Yoshimura.

Fending of the investigators as we escaped was not easy, but thanks to our might combined, it was possible. When Aogiri arrived… them things got scary.

It was predictable Eto would be interested in the only other natural half-ghoul she ever met. Less predictable was she demanding to fight me right in the middle of a CCG raid to her father's territory.

The Fight was... messy.

And long. I am not sure how long, but by the end of it ... I had long past gone full berserk.

I was in a frenzy. If you asked my name I would not be able to tell you none of the five. All I knew its that it all hurt, I had focus on my Kagune to keep wrapped around my abdomen so my intestines would not spill out, the stumbs that were my left arm and right leg were healed enough to not bleed but still not enough to fight with, but most of all- "I. HAVE. TO. EAT!"

I ate most of Eto's neck a good portion of her digestive system, her breasts, her shoulders, her face … Yoshimura had to rip me off from her. It was honestly astounding how I did not attack him.

I am not sure how, but we escaped.


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The Next couple of months were a bit of a blur. As requested Yoshimura ,I kept hidden in case Aogiri ( read Eto ) held a grudge. We all hid for a few long months while Kaneki went through his "Sasaki" faze.

Next time we went into action was during the Rushima Landing operation. I went with Nishiki and – Thanks to my presence – Doctor Kanou ran away earlier and more discretely ( He would not risk being in the presence of the ghoul who almost took down Eto). He did not warn Roma and Shikorae though, which was awesome since it allowed me to collect this two to my laboratory after we kicked their asses.

After that it quicker them, we managed to reach Amon and Takizawa quickly, therefore, we managed to stop Takizawa from injuring Amon and all of us ( Takizawa, Amom, Nishiki, and Amaro ). Good highlights, Akira was not injured and Mutsuki did not get to go crazy on Madou and Takezawa.


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During the Clown Siege to Tokyo, Mister Yoshimura and I took down lots of the 2nd award arsonists. I offered to go after Uta, but Yomo insisted on going alone, so I went after Nico. Unlike the other clowns, he actually surrendered and Yoshimura-sam had – as always – a little bit too much mercy.

The rest went just like cannon. Kaneki defeated Furata, Peace was re-established and life went on.
My patrons were kind enough to let me stay until Ichika was born. To stay until she was talking and walking, Kaneki Ken completed 5 years of true happiness. By itself that already counts as seeing a miracle. The rumors from Nishiki of artificial Food from ghouls were just the icing in the cake.


In one of the great ironies in Jumpchain, I left Tokyo Ghoul happy and wanting to stay longer.



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Jump 3 of Amaro's Chain. Thinking I will post it on the reddit community or something.

tokyo ghoul jumpchain 1.0


1000+200+200
+200 Here and now
+200 Didn't I kill you?
Half ghoul -200
Hybrid Vigor-200 (400)
Quinx Procedure -600
Tools of the trade -400 CP

Kagune customization
1000

Kagune Custo 1000 KP
Size control (200 KP)
Super Regeneration (400 KP)
RC cell absorption (400 KP)


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[Isbrandir_Blake]

+++++++++++++++++Jump 4 - Chainsawman + Jujutsu Kaisen > Part 1 : God Dammit Gojo!



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"So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fears...fear itself — nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance." - Franklin D. Roosevelt.

The forth world I was sent too was decently the worst so far. There, although most humans go through their everyday life's like in a standard world, they also have to deal with the presence of Devils and Curses, roaming the streets for pre, feeding on both human flesh and their cursed energy.

Cursed energy, the source of power that flows through almost every single being on the planet. With this power source humans have done battle throughout the eras, both against themselves and against devils and curses. You see, humans who train with cursed energy are known as sorcerers.

Creatures who fead on said energy are usually known as curses. If a curse absorbed mostly of the fear directed at a certain concept ( Darkness, War, Fire, Gun, Storm, Spider, Bat ) It becomes a Devil, gaining a soul with enough cohesion to join in the hellish reincarnation Cycle

Fear rules as various entities earthly and hellish struggle for control over the world as they use each other for their own means. Society is persevering, although sick to its core as different alien threats rise and fall in a seemingly endless cycle.


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Strength wise, most devil are special grade curses, though the ones that represent lesser fear ( Cockroach, Bat, Razor ) tend to fall into being grade one. A small amount may even fall under Grade 2, but those represent such insignificant fears, they are only call devils out of technicality ( Tomato, Pigeon, Paper)



Other thing that separates devils from other curses, is their ability to survive beyond exorcism by finding a host. Those are called fiends. And generally, they are grade 2 or 3.

Jujutsu Sorcery is public knowledge, evenly distributed through the globe. The average number of sorcerers per civilian in most city is 10 times the one found in cannoon JJK. In Japan the protection of the public is divided among Public Safety and the private sector. The most powerful and influential forces in the private sector are the 3 great clans and Jujutsu high ( that in this world has way more than 2 to 3 students per class


###


… And I thought Tokyo Ghoul was a Grim-dark world… For fuck sake's this place is EVIL.

The air itself TASTES like negativity, fear, despair and indifference. People go to their everyday lives and love and laugh, but at the same time corpses painting the streets on every other day is a expected occurrence.

One every 10 people you pass by reeks of the worlds most disgusting sins, half of which look and act normal.

Aah, maybe I got to heated on my description, but one have to keep in mind: since the age of 5 the souls of everyone became as visible -as loud- as their words and actions, and unlike words and actions, the soul does not hide its ugliness.
I could taste, hear and see the fine detail of people's psych/spirit, and when one grows up among the Zenin clan… Those are not pleasant at all.

Naobito Zenin – My father in this life would not hesitate to strike me at the first unwanted behavior of my toddler self. The freaking jerk would backhand me when I was 4 years old and with no powers or past life memories to shield me. I was lucky I have always being a more phlegmatic and behaved child in all of my life's or else I would not have survived being the Zenin bastard. Until my cursed technique manifested, of course.


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" Regeneration, shapeshifting, and the power to kill with a with a touch. That … that's unprecedented, Amaro." He looks down at me from the entrance of the "Advanced Traning" room, eyes darting between the arm I transfigured into a giant sword to decapitate a rat-shaped car-sized curse and the transfigured body of what once was a snake-like curse, but at the moment looked more like a 10 meter long dried tree-branch.

"A grade 2 curse, gone with a single touch. A immortal body… You may even be able to challenge Satoru Gojo with this sort of power at your fingertips." He babbled as I reflected on how clever it was to hide the fact that he could also turn curses ( and humans ) into temporary minions by transfiguring them. Minions which could be as strong or stronger them the curse of sorcerer they were made from. The sort of atrocities they might try to force him to do with this kind of power would be to much even for him ( them he might have to throw it all to the wind and just kill them all) .

"Finally, the Zen'in clan sports an heir to challenge the Gojo's! You'll take your rightful place in this world, Amaro. Finally. We'll be afforded the respect we deserve!" He exclaimed, practically yelling at the sky, arms raised in V. Damn was he posing for manga panels? What comes with being so dramatic ?

When the healers came to take me to my room and clean me ( not that I needed, but I guess they were trying to put on a image of caring for me now that I was the families new child-prodigy.

The revelations about his outstanding cursed technique brought further uncomfortable scrutiny onto me before he could even fully recover from the 3 days stay on the curse-pit. I wake up the day and finds, abruptly, that he's lost the privilege of being ignored as an "just another one of the useless bastards".

He is brought in front the "clans core", which basically means the old man – and few not so old ones- with the higher positions in this stupid "Family" ( but seriously, there were literally military style uniforms for the weaker family members condemned to be basically unpaid troops- what part of that sounded like a family?")

At the center of a elevated wooden palataform waits smugly with two other old men, on a little less elevated platforms. Ita almost makes the Edo-period-style hall feel like a trone room where the patriarch holds court. The ones besides "Father" are Ogi and Chojuro. Both horrid in appearance and personality.

Sitting in Seiza at the sides of the hall are Jinichi, Toji, Nobuaki and – surprisingly- my older brother Naoya. The 14 year old boy feels really out of place in this scene, Though to be fair, I myself was a 7 year old brat in body. So…

"My Clansman!" Naobito's boisterous happy voice echoed through the hall. "We are her for a anoucment – or rather – a celebration." His smile was had a slight manic edge and I could see he was drunk on more than just the alcohol. " My youngest son manifest a technique easily worthy of a special grade, and with it his cursed energy reserves have exponentially grow." Smug, power hungry, egocentric old bastard. " It's a happy day for the Zenin clan…"

I just stared, still as a statue, face unreadable and unchanging. I would not give any of them the satisfaction of knowing what passed in my head. I did not move a muscle even as father said. " … For today Zenin Amaro is to officially be welcomed by his blood… and recognized as heir to the Zenin Clan."



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From that day on training became 5 times more grueling. Before I was just told to join the tri-weekly trainig sessions of the lower-branch kids (The same class Maki was be put in a few years later ), but after it…

Ogi glares at me like I was cockroach daring to crawl on the floor, instead of a 7 year old boy who's leg had being cut of a moment ago. "My brother has long since claimed his children exceed mine, but as far as I'm concerned, the Zenin cannot waste any more time spoiling smug children - Naoya is the living proof of it - so cease your winning and get up !"

Once he discovered he could punish my body as much as he wanted, and a hour later all would be fully healed, my swordsmanship teacher "Uncle Ogi" decided that there was no reason not to maim me on every opportunity.

Though Thanks to my "Hanma Blood" and "Ghoul Physiology" and "Hybrid Vigor" catching up to me pre-pubescent body, by the age of 10 could already kick his ass in our no-cursed-technique sparing sessions.

Cousin Jinichi was way more pleasant of a teacher. Our hand-to-hand combat lessons were a bright spot in my weeks. His silent and respectful company was pleasant, and reminded me of Kuroki Gensai and Dopo Orochi.

Besides private lessons with the strongest in the clan I mostly had to appear in in public events so that the Zenin could show of their Special Grade child. It was good that the at this point I had over 90 years to develop maturity and self control, because the whole etiquette of jujutsu high society would have drove my original -autistic- self to madness.

Being a heir had its advantages, though…



"A sorcerer's license?!? You're freaking 13!" Maki yelled at my face, snapping my new ID from my hands.

Through the years I tried my best to hang around Maki and Mai through the years. In part, because my presence made anyone ( with the exception of Naobito, and Ogi ) think twice before being a jerk to the twins, but also because I was lonely and stressed as hell and having actual friends among this dem of snakes helped me keep my sanity.

" Father pulled some strings. Though honestly I don't think it was much of hassle. The Tokyo Olympics are next year and Japan currently has no more than 12 special grade sorcerers. They cannot afford to refuse a potential Special Grade, even If is just a kid to throw at curses while the actually experienced special grades take care of any devils that come close to the main events."

The 10 year old girl threw the license at my face "Arrgh! That is so unfair!" she wined, laying in the training grounds her Bo-staff forgotten by her side. "You get to earn your own money AND use the clans money to travel since you will be traveling to hunt. All the while I have to 5 more years to be authorized to become a sorcerer."

Her angry pout melted into a expression of neutrality that did a good job to mask the sadness he could feel from her soul. " I bet that between missions and school you will barely be able to do keep up with your training." She said, subtext easy to read. She and I trained together a lot, she was afraid that with me going out into the world I would end up having no type or will for her a Mai.

"Maki… you know I would – I will take you out of this damn place as soon as I can right? You and Mai both. I will buy you guys your own apartment and put in a good word so you can progress well in your own jobs – You know I-"

"Yeah yeah, whatever, don't get emotional with me." She brushed me of getting up and apparently returning to her training position. "I am not crying over your absence, I was just telling you not to get lazy. Plus, I can succeed in life and escape this damn family on my own, jackass. I don't need the clan's special little boy to look out for me." she finished, starting her kata.

I only shook my head and smiled fondly. No point on nagging her about it. Though as I left I could hear her utter "But please take care of, Mai." Under her breath.

It was so quiet I probably would not have heard it without my ghoul hearing, so I am not even sure she meant to let it scape. I decided to make a promise on that anyway.
"You are BOTH getting out of here."



###



"Heeey, If it isn't my little rival! Are you here to take this mission from my hands Maro-chan?" Gojo jokes, weightlessly landing on top of huge piece of debris.

I do not flinch, but feel like flinching.

Even with my enhanced senses and honed instincts to feel when some one powerful is approaching, that fucker still got the habit of appearing out of nowhere just to make me react. Always with shit-eating grin plastered on his smug stupid face.

Since I was 7 my family has engineered situations where I would be put face to face with the heir of the great Gojo clan. They would never go as far as to arrange a fight between us, but they did nearly every other thing they could to put us side to side and compare us – Including have us sent to accomplish the same mission on multiple fucking occasions !

All this bullshit they did to try to make it look like the Zenin heir and Gojo heir were "rivals" not only did not work, but also made me look ridiculous and turned me into one of Gojo's favorite teasing targets.

"Who knows, Satoru? I may just end up pretending this investigation did not lead me to nothing and leave this devil to you… although honestly I doubt you could get to it before public safety got their hands on it." I answered challenged, smugly. Luckily for me, over 60 years of dealing with people plus my natural tendency to psychoanalyze everyone those who interest me lead me to becoming pretty good at reading people

Gojo Satoru had 2 modes : "Friendly playful" and "Friendly Teasing" and "Threatening teasing".

His teasing of me was one of his main love languages. The same mode he used for his juniors, like Nanami and Haibara. In all honestly, though none of us would ever say it out loud, we had been sort of friends since The first time we met and I had asked him "How did you survive this for 14 years? I have being a heir to the clan for only a few months and already feel like wiping out the whole clan!". At the time he just popped a Chesiree smile and said " If you ever come around to do it, call me so I can film it!"

Beck to the present , Gojo, still the strongest of Japan ( no matter what propaganda the clans and public safety tried to put out) just smiled at me. " Ara, ara Maro-chan. You expect so little of me... and here I was thinking about sharing the clues I had found with you. "He teased, while taking a manila folder out of nowhere and dangling it in front of my face.

I just snapped it out of his hands and started reading. " What?! - 4 sorcerer's and the Chainsaw Devil? That... doesn't make a lick of sense!" I ramble at him going through the few photos and Info the report had. "How the hell would the Chainsaw devil of all things cause this much damage? What did he do? Collected all the fragments of the Gun devil or something? With this much destruction, I was expecting it to be someone like the Rage devil or the Earthquake devil..."

Gojo only chuckled "Nearsighted as always Maro-chan." He flicks the the pages so it showed copies of the photos taken. " Only thinking about the devil and not about the ones fighting the devil. Doesn't that redhead look familiar to you?" He asks, like someone sharing a conspiracy.

It takes a little while but the blurry picture of one of the people sighted on the incident finally sparks recognition. Red hair, put on a low braid - " Public Safety ! She was one of the public safety heavy hitters in Tokyo. Leadership position in some division, I think... But why ? The PS guys rarely make their devil fights Hush hush. They brag about successes and try to lie or take attention of their failures, but not straight up go out of their way to hide fights, especially fights in the middle of nowhere in rural areas. Unless..."

The strongest invade my personal space. Even without my soul perception, I could feel his excitement and curiosity as he picked on of the photos of the file. " Unless they acquired - or at least were trying to acquire - a devil they do not want the public to know about. Tell me Amaro-kun: Do know who the strongest on Japan are ?"

Usually, that kind of question would be a joke, but the way he asked told that was an actual line of thought to be made here.
Among sorcerer's Gojo was the strongest of Japan and some argued of all Eastern Asia, followed ( not so) closely by Geto Suguru, Yuki Tsukomo, Raito Kishibe, Hiromi Higuruma, Fumihiko Takaba, Me and 5 agents of public safety whose names I could only remenber one - Kishibe.

That red-haired girl... I could feel she was powerful in the one time I was in her vicinity, but her power was under a cloak that made it difficult to assert exactly how strong she was, besides the fact she was probably special grade.

"What are they hiding? ..."



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"She did what ?"

"She conscripted a 16 year old boy that merged with the Chainsaw Devil into one of their little Divisions. Apparently they are making a entire squad offends and stuff." Gojo casually informed me with the same tone of voice as one discusses a tv show, instead of a violation of the international law. "Honestly I kinda of like the idea. Having a whole band of misfits to train and have them outshine everyone. Underdog stories are cool."

"Gojo this is not a team of Underdogs- They are WAR dogs. This kid is being put on a team with people who are disposable weapons half the higher ups wants chained."

"Yeah yeah I know… It DOES sound fun though."

"Are we – no – are you doing something about it?" It was not my problem. I was not. I had to keep myself from being to involved or else it would only lead to hurt. Never care too much. Never pick the world on your shoulders, or else you will get crushed.

Gojo, sadly, did not agree with my philosophy.

From the other side of the line a annoying noise that most likely was a giggle and a simple answer : " Oh WE sure are … Just wait for my cue." And he hanged the call.

I put the phone down and massage my temples. "God fucking dammit, Gojo!"







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Author notes:

It surprises me how this turn out. I a very fun way this stories are growing organically instead of following a pre-planed idea like other jumpchains I planned

This one ended up so long I probably am going to take a bit more tham 2 or 3 weeks to finish. Here is part 1 of 3


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[Isbrandir_Blake]

+++++++++++++++++Jump 4 - Chainsawman + Jujutsu Kaisen > Part 2 : Devil Kids

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"IT'S TIME! ." Was all the warning I got before the white haired menace teleported me to the middle of a war zone.

The chainsaw boy, the shark fiend and some public safety sorcerers were fighting the typhoon devil and a… Bomb Headed woman? "How many god damn people fused with object-devils?!"

Gojo pointed around frenetically. "You take care of the Twister bitch and I take care of the Bomb bitch! Meet me at safehouse 5! Byyyeeh!" was all I got before he blinked out of side.

With no knowledge of what the hell was happening I decided to do what I knew was the right thing to do in almost any situation: Kill the one indiscriminately slaughtering civilians.

The typhoon Devil was not a tricky opponent, unlike the Bomb Girl he did not have no long range attacks or mobility. Gojo most likely thought that before picking me up and throwing me here.

Devils naturally put up barriers to try to protect their souls once they notice my intrusion, but with 3 of my kagune bikaku tails stabbed into his head the Typhoon could not muster the concentration to resist my will for long. I had him transfigured into a small apple shaped form and put in my pocket in 6 minutes flat.

Even that impressive timing was still to long for Gojo. He disappeared with the bomb and the chainsaw and left me to explain it all to the police.

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"You took him?!? Fucking Why ?!" I yelled at the blindfolded idiot currently chaining a blond teen to a heavy metallic pillar.

"I had to!" he answered in mock seriousness. "That foul woman brainwashed and groomed this poor child! Groomed!"

"Ok…"I just rubbed my hands over my forehead trying to get rid of a headache. Obviously falling, since my headache was right in front of me being protected by a layer of infinity. "But why take the Russian spy too." I pointed at the chained girl on the other side of the room. "And why ask me to come here ? I could just rat you out to the government, you know? I have no reason to paint a target on my back."

Gojo looked back at me pursing his lips and inclining his head like a child pondering something. "Will you, though?" He asked, in mock innocence

…

… No I wouldn't. And he knew that. Fuck!

"Ok I will not, but I also will not help you! I am going home!"

"Whaaaaat? Not even going to try to deal with me first?"

"And WHAT exactly would I negotiate with you for Gojo? You don't have nothing I need desperately enough to – "

"I have a way for you to dodge your obligation of being clan head WITHOUT leaving it to one of your sociopathic cousins"

" Hahah yeah – Fucking how ? What magic solution you found I could not find in more than a decade of trying?"

Gojo's grin grew to a scary kind of smile. "You know that cousin of yours who I very generously spared after he tried to kill a girl under my protection a few years ago? Weeell … I just so happens that I kept an eye on him. I know where he is now. And with him a kid that inherited the 10 shadows technique."

THAT, made me freeze for a few seconds. "You are bluffing. And even If you was not. What reason would I have to believe that the kid would not be a monster like Naoya and Ogi?"

Gojo cackled at it. "Have you met with Toji even once in the last 6 years? The guy is basically Ishin Kurosaki from Bleach now. It is honestly cute how he mellowed out."

I raise a eybrow at him but he continues "AND he is poor as hell and owns me more than his life. Sooo, If went with you and said all his debts are paid If at age of 18 his son Presents himself to take over the Zenin clan… I doubt he would say no. Specially considering I would be making a binding vow to protect his son from clan politics… It's a win win for everyone."

I stare at him long and hard. "You… were alredy planning this weren't you. You already had this idea of making Toji's kid head of the Zenin clan before this whole Chainsaw mess started. Why? "

"Heh… You Maro-chan, a few years ago me and Suguru Came to a conclusion: If we want to change society, we need to make a systemic change! We gotta substitute the shithead's in power with a new generation of different kind of people. Secure the world by securing the future. And having a Clan- head trained and educated by us… that sounds like a big victory in books."

"You are going to… teach Toji's kid? Enroll them in Tokyo Jujutsu Tech and indoctrinate them… Why would I agree with that."

He got closer. Close enough he had to crank his neck to look down on me. "Because even though you are to lethargic to change the world, you still want it changed… And you know it's the best option you got."

To my credit I did not agree right away. It took me 3 days of thinking before I called Gojo and assumed the responsibility to look after the chainsaw and the bomb.

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"What do you mean Makima-san is a Devil?" Denji yelled, struggling against his chains.

"That is just what my intel says." The girl, Reze ( although I doubted that was her original name ) Answered apathetic. She had been weirdly depressed since being captured.

"That… makes sense, actually. I read about how the Chinese were reprehended by the UN for using human looking devils as spies. I don't doubt that with one that looks and behaves so freaking human you could use them in positions of command … but what devil is she?"
Before Reze could answer Denji snarled. "Don't tell him that!"

Both me and Reze looked at him surprised. "Kid…" I tried to speak softly. " …You REALLY want to protect her, hmn? May I ask why?"

He looked at me with a whole life of aggression behind his eyes. "Miss Makima she was the first person to be nice to me, and she gave me a home and a good life… so If you or that white haired fucker try do anything to her, I am gonna rip your dicks off and have you choke on it!"

Huh … that kind of relationship huh ? He needed to make turn the kid into their side (Argh - Fuck you Gojo for creating a whole war and having me join you side!) but it would probably hard If he had imprinted on her like a baby bird.

"So you were not going to run away with me?" Reze asked, sounding disappointed and disinterested at the same time.
Denji looked away from her, gritting his teeth. Well that is something Amaro could use.
"Let me me ask you something, kid : If you found out your redhead was actually a Devil, and all she gave was only for the purpose of controlling you-"

"I don't give a fuck!" He snapped and I could feel he was being half honest. He did want to be genuinely loved and cared for, but he was so desperate that he would take manipulation If it came with the things that satisfied his needs.



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As days come and went it became more evident to me that Denji is emotionally damaged, and desperate to feel love and be loved by someone. He is functional, but he exists in a state of hunger and incompleteness. It was… tragic honestly.

The good news though, is that as time went Both the hybrids started to talk more, get along better, both with themselves and with Gojo and me ( though more the later).
Reze and Denji started talking as they had nothing else to do. Talking lead to opening up, and - With a little help of Stockholm Syndrome – bonding.

By the second week we had them walk around Gojo's bunker unchained as there would always be one of the two of us watching ( mostly me, Since the Strongest sorcerer needed to keep public appearances and work on his Anti-Makima conspiracy) and both of us could pretty much stop them If it came to it.

The Russian girl revealed that she pretty much hated her life, but had no choice on cooperating or she would be killed and have her organs harvested to make another hybrid. Even If she run away, she would eventually be found. Even If she fought, she would eventually fall victim to a sniper riffle or a assassin in the night.

Gojo, shamelessly mentioned how she could get hid of her Russian handlers If they were convinced she was dead – like they probably were now- and had the backing of a powerful person who knew how to make people disappear – Like the genius Gojo Satoru For example – so she could live in peace.

Denji Admitted honestly that he would take the side of who would take better care of him, but what he wanted more than anything was to have a girlfriend. As Gojo and I were no idiots we understood this damaged child just wanted to be loved and tried to show him some kindness.
The White haired fool had spoiled Denji with the most delicious foods a he could buy. I tried to give the kid some subtle therapy sessions, having he talk about his life, his wants and his feelings.

By the mark of 1 months and 2 weeks , I could assuredly say Denji and Reze honestly liked me and Gojo ( which may sound as too short a while, but one had to consider Makima only had him from the middle of may to the 9 of July). Which was good because on the last week of Augst Makima broke into the bunker.

It seemed that even with Gojo's "Genius" , his experience with hiding from the government and the advantage of teleportation we could not hide forever.

I will not lie and say the fight was long, it was not. She got me obliterated my Torso with one attack. I thank the heavens I never opened up to no one about the extents of my regeneration, because thanks to that she did not go through the trouble of exploding my head to. To her defense, no human sorcerer besides me could survive as disembodied head and no devil could come back from a obliterated heart.

She took both hybrids. An with a bit shame I admit I let her. I let her because even after nearly 100 years I was still afraid to discover what happened If I died.



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"So… What do we do now?" I asked Gojo.

After I regenerated my body the first thing that I did was call for my one ally in this stupid mess. He just told me to meet a radoom location I found to be another of his safehouses, There I found him with a whole entourage of Allies. Among them Geto, Nanami, Takaba, Higuruma, Quanxi, Kishibe and – surprisingly – Toji.

Apperantly, While I played nanny for the hybrids, Geto And Kishibe had being running a whole campaign against out Makima. The old public safety veteran had come to the private sector sorcerer's with the secret that Japan's government had made some really messed up deals with a primal Devil around a year ago and Geto had to recruit his best friend on it and from there the two gathered all the powerful allies they could.

Honestly the most frustrating part of all of this is that I allowed myself to get wrapped in all of this. I thought I would need to take care of some troubled kids and that would be it. How could I be so naïve, The plot could never be so simple, There would always be some higher scale bullshit coming up.

And worse of all… Takaba had known of the secret conspiracy before me!!! I may understand Nanami and Higuruma – They are reliable guys – but Takaba!? I know I was just a 19 year old from their perspective, but come on! Show me some respect



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The Battle against Makima was something in a scale I had not yet experienced.

She had dozens of public safety sorcerers under her control, at least 20 devils, 30 curses and a half a dozen Hybrids.

We were outnumbered and possibly outgunned and we had almost half of all special-grade sorcerers in Japan on our side.

Takaba and Higuruma, being masters at none-lethally taking down foes, tried their best at handling the controlled sorcerers. I tried to be non-lethal where I could, using my technique to transfigure the thralls into non-sorcerers and knocking them down, but I would be lying If I said no innocent died by my hands that day.

Gojo, who was no newbie at this, had his opening move taking Makima away from the rest of us.

She tried to to put controlled minions between her and him but he actually managed to weave through them and grab her and do his best impression of Ichigo's final fight with Aizen.

They burst through several buildings and landing on a mostly empty market. Berating Gojo for his arrogance, the Control Devil summons chains that inject into the few civilians around, letting her hurl them at him.

Gojo tries his best to dodge them and paring without killing but quickly opts to use Curse Technique Lapse: Blue to create a singularity that crushes Makima and the surrounding market shelves to pulp.

Rapidly healing from the attack, Makima tries to blind side Gojo with a swing with a cursed tool. A dagger of weird shape and enough energy in it to be a grade 1 weapon at least. Gojo told me he is not sure what it was or she expected, but tit simply broke once clashing with Infinity.

"What ? Bought this one in Ebay?" He mocks, pointing his fingers directly at her face and charges up his Red, all while Makima stares at it blank-faced and unmoving. It blows her away, obliterating her entire head.

Makima regenerates the her head before landing on the ground with perfect balance and grace.
"This is the 49th time a human managed to kill me. Congratulations." She said with the most utter calm, a smile creeping on her face. "All the others who accomplished this are dead."

A chain extended from her lower torso, spearing a nearby survivor through the stomach. The man was stuck in place and stared at Gojo before mumbling, "Satoru Gojo". All vital signs Gojo could sense from the man vanished and he slumped, still suspended.

All of a sudden, a invisible force bore down onto Gojo like a giant invisible hand, trying to squish him like a bug. The force could not reach him, but he also could not do anything to get read of it. Like a diamond rat under the foot of an elephant. None of the parts involved could break the tight.

In this impasse makima acted first. Gojo was set upon by a storm of blades that fell on Infinity. Gojo peered with at the grotesque devil that had set upon him : a mass of interconnected torso's that rose out of the market floor, each one muscular but zombified, with a skeletal face. Each one was wielding a weapon, from hatchets to machetes to katana's to what looked like a kitchen knife. Gojo smirked at the odd sight before the Punishment Devil began its death dance. Each torso attacked in individual patterns, but they all linked up perfectly, each one covering for the others recoveries and openings in a ceaseless and impenetrable stream of violence.

Gojo was impressed, he really couldn't see an easy way through this. Punishment curved to the side to catch him if he tried to escape by dodging, and it moved fast enough to catch him even as he was backpedaling. Maybe If he shot a wave of Red he could blast an opening to fly away?

He was not worried though... At least not until he felt the effects of the second devils power. the blindfolded man suffered with a drain on Infinity that he'd rarely felt at all in his life. Unknown to him the Control Devil had a plan C to deal with him in case her own power and cursed tools would not suffice. All she had to do wait long enough for the Angel devil to sneak away from our forces view and join her in battle of the strongest. His weapons could absorb energy just like he could, they'd be able to make a hole in Infinity if they came into contact with his energy enough.

He felt the tips of several blades actually pierce his skin, cut through his muscles, his bones… He had no other choice, he had to take the risk.

"Unlimited Void."

The Punishment Devil froze entirely. Overwhelmed as Terabytes of knowledge flooded his mind quicker than even his monstrous brain ( brains) could handle.

Gojo allowed himself a few seconds to heal his wounds.

For other special grades, the use of domain expansion would render us incapable of using our cursed techniques properly for a while. It varied from sorcerer to sorcerer, with sorcerer's like Takaba being able to pull it once a day and others like me that can reliably perform or techniques at 50% after a 30 minutes of rest. At age 25 Gojo his constant refreshing of his brain and incomparable efficiency in energy usage managed to reduce his recovery time to measly 10 seconds.

10 seconds was more than enough for Makima.

When he deactivated his domain Makima was standing there, none the worse for wear, the same smile as always plastered on her face and the enslaved Angel devil floating with her a few feet above ground

She telekinetically lifted several of the weapons the punishment devil had dropped. Dozens of blades floated around the exhausted sorcerer, ready to stab him at all possible vital spot.

She bid him a final smirk, a bit more satisfaction and smugness in it than usual, as she said: "Goodbye Go-" And them a chainsaw ripped through her body.

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" I still do not understand how he managed to nullify her death transference contract." Gojo mumbled between bites of his dango. " If the intent

In the months after the "Control Devil Incident" , Gojo and Kishibe had been busy dealing with sthe social-political implications of a High Level Devil holding a fifth of public safety under her thumb and said Devil entering a epic secret war ( internet's words not mine) with the most powerfull sorcerers of the nation.

The main narrative that the government was passing involved Makima managing to trick them into thinking she was just a human woman. This was almost good for them. They could blame stuff that had nothing to do with the her on the " Devil in the Machine " and wash their hands on lots of bullshit.

Gojo almost convinced Geto and the others to go public with everything, but ultimately that would bring more trouble tham it was worth, not only for us but for Gojo and Getos students and Kishibe's comrades. The old veteran was more paternal to his underlings than one would guess, as shown by how he interacted with Denji.

We still got something out of it. Lots of somethings. Most of them things that would help Gojo, Geto and Kishibe to reform the unseen power structures in the country, but also a few more personal concessions - Among them the right to keep Denji and Reze. And with "We gotta keep them" Gojo actually meant "Amaro is going to become their legal guardian, with fake ID's and next year they gotta join my classes at Jujtsu High YAAAY!".

" Kid said is was because he did it with love. Since he did not have the intention to attack the devil contract did not register it as an attack." The old man answered the man child, while I was just focused on my new ward who was playing with the dogs a few meters away. He had insisted we kept Makima's dogs for some reason.

"Still makes no sense!" He protested, crossing his arms and pouting like a child. " Whats up with devils and including subjectivity and weird symbolism in their contracts?"

I merely rolled my eyes and got up from the park bench. "If that would be all, gentleman- I would like to go home now." I waved at Denji to gather the dogs.

"Actually, Zenin, there was one more thing …" Kishibe said, somewhat hesitantly, And for him of all people to show hesitance – even in minuscule amounts – it probably was something big.

"What is it?"

" Uuuuh, Amaro, we… sort of gotta a problem." Denji said, making me turn away from the two other sorcerer's.

The blond boy was dragging the dogs by their leashes, and in the back of one of the dogs there was a little girl … a little girl with the control devils eyes.

When I turned back both Kishibe and Gojo were gone and I had one more child to take care of.






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Authors Notes:

Gotta admit this was not as I planned. Jumper was dragged by Gojo and I got to lazy to writte his own fight.
Still I will go from here. let this grow organically.


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