The Tale of Gojo

On the first day I was born as a human, the world began to change.

Ever since I was ten, I would suddenly find myself in a completely unfamiliar place.

1. "Nullification, huh." The black barrel of a gun pressed against my forehead, and my heart began to pound involuntarily. The black-clad boy, his body wrapped in strange bandages, smiled and said, "Ah, you guessed right. No prize for you~"

"I didn't guess. Anyone could tell at a glance, couldn't they?"

2. An ugly monster that looked like it had been pieced together floated in the air, leering at me through a layer of ancient skin that looked ready to peel off. My head was covered in blood, and there was a long tear in my tattered school uniform. The world had never seemed so clear to me, and even the air filled me with joy. I couldn't help laughing. Out of habit, I pulled sunglasses from my pocket and put them on. "This is a new technique I've just figured out. It'd be a shame not to try it... Hmm... Well, aren't you lucky?"

[Reversed Technique]

[Red]

It seemed like I heard someone rev a chainsaw.

Theme: The transformation one must undergo to grow