The Strongest Sorcerer of Tomorrow (Megumi x Arknights)

Chapter 1: Arrival (Rewritten)

A/N: Bumgumi? Puddle Man? Potential Man? Get that shit out of here, WE HAVE WEGUMI!!!

Might update this more slowly than my Gojo x Arknights fic though.

I AM PUSHING THE JJK X ARKNIGHTS AGENDA HARD, PLEASE, I NEED MORE JJK X ARKNIGHTS FICS!

Also, Megumi is 18 years old in this fic. For reasons.

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Buildings laid battered and broken, concrete shattered to unprecedented degrees. In the middle, there was nothing but a gigantic hole which left nothing—not even a hint of life within. It spanned a length surpassing hundreds of meters. It was like a nightmare a person would find themselves in, walking through the scenery like it was the end of the world. What had been reaped in these lands sowed destruction in its purest form, where the concept laughed its jubilant certainty of eternity in its all-encompassing might.

For all Jujutsu Sorcerers that stood as the last line of man-kind, an unspoken title that would never reflect or reverberate across what would be across the whispers of scrolls or hardcover books, they had withstood all the decadence the world had to offer in one single adversary that had once wreaked havoc in times long since passed. For this singular moment of their life, for what seemed to have stretched on for as long as the mind could witness, that was all they could remember from this memory.

...Indeed, a vacant memory soon to be made with a single declaration emblazoned by the thunderous sparks of scarlet and ebony, all coalescing into a spiral that rippled across space itself.

"BLACK FLASH!"

The words lay dominant amongst all other sounds of unnatural ruin, tearing across the battered remains of Shinjuku. The showdown that had sprung forth from the Clash of the Strongest had left near irreparable damage; but the consummation of everything that came after proved that the capability of calamity was never ending, set to be a boundless figure that would stand to remain as long as a human walked and breathed amongst the lands. All but one mighty being bore the wreath like a prize, but despite all the clamors of uncontested strength, even they must also bear the punishment for their transgression against the world.

Ryomen Sukuna, venerated as the King of Curses, and the Disgraced One, had wreaked havoc amongst the squadrons sent to subjugate him, leaving all to think twice before stepping within the domain of his presence. Such a being had been uncontested upon the ivory throne of skulls and blood which stretched up to the skies of the empyreal heaven itself, an icon of despair and fear befitting of the destruction his hands would cause with a mere sway. Yet at this very moment, all preconceived notions of such a god had been vanquished.

The one to foil his reign of tyranny was somebody the King of Curses despised the most. Time and time again he wished to see the light in the boy's eyes fade, for the despair and weight of a Jujutsu Sorcerer to settle in, for the world of nothing but apathy where only the most depraved survived; would come to consume him in all its brilliant wake.

Yet none of it proved effective, only serving to grow the budding sprout into an eternal tree that reached far above the clouds. Such an age-old structure proved to be the bastion needed for all others to stand behind, or beside, in order to bring about what had been impossible since a millennium ago, of days of yore once past. The boy was none other than Itadori Yuji, the Prince of Black Sparks, dressed in plasters of vermillion and crimson, aligning every single pore of his body. He was the grueling soldier who kept marching on in the eternal winter, to bring about his compassion and empathy in such a profaned world, and yet... such a world had never broken him. Cracks may appear across his body, fissures may line his body, but time and time again, they would mend each other, formulating into a far superior ceramic each iteration.