The Gojo Clan Head Quits

After the strongest white-haired sorcerer was sealed inside the Prison Realm, where physical time does not flow, he took a nap out of sheer boredom. When he woke up again, he found himself standing on a familiar yet strange street. He lifted his blindfold to reveal one blue eye and surveyed his surroundings, then raised an eyebrow. “Well, this is interesting.” Late one night, Gojo Satoru and her friends were racing through the streets when they suddenly spotted something strange. When she turned back, the strange thing was still standing there, calmly raising a hand to wave at her. Their cursed energy was exactly alike, and they had identical innate techniques. Gojo Satoru couldn't help wondering whether the man had eyes beneath his blindfold just like hers. The Prison Realm that had sealed the strongest white-haired sorcerer suddenly seemed to get indigestion from eating too much. It opened by itself and spat out the person inside. And, as if it were a supermarket deal, it offered one extra for free: it had sealed one person, but let two out. Brain and the higher-ups: ... How are we supposed to play this game now?!!! [Reader's Guide] 1. Getting back into writing. I started this on a burst of inspiration after being triggered. I'll post as I finish, so updates aren't guaranteed. If there's no update by 9 p.m., there won't be one that day. 2. Pairing: genderbent Gojo (Satoru) × 285, selfcest. 3. Jue's world includes Bungo Stray Dogs; 285's world is Jujutsu Kaisen only. 4. I went back and forth on this premise a lot. Sorry to anyone who doesn't like the trope. Feel free to remove it from your reading list. 5. Any sentence marked with [*] in the story is a quotation. Upcoming Novel "Debuting at the Top, but I'm a Wanted Criminal [Interstellar]" “The new group setting the entire Eighth District abuzz!” “Famous across the galaxy on debut day, teaming up with top-tier stars from other districts! You're not an Alliance citizen if you don't watch!” The people online, eager to follow the latest gossip, click the headlines and find themselves looking at wanted posters. Seriously, are you people in the Eighth District always this clickbait-happy? One of the people on the wanted posters curiously asks her companion, “Does this count as an invasion of my portrait rights?” Her companion gives her a knowing look. “Get real. How could a bloodborn without even an identity have portrait rights?” Jiang Wu comes from a Chinese family renowned for its ancient martial arts. During a mission, an accident sends her into the body of a girl whose face is covered in scales. As Jiang Wu examines her strange new body, several burly men knock on her door. “Tomorrow night at ten. Follow the plan.” Jiang Wu: ...? She's completely confused, but that doesn't stop her from adapting on the fly. At ten that night, a riot breaks out at Black Sea Prison in the Alliance's Eighth District. At 10:20 p.m., a huge hole is blasted in the supposedly impenetrable Black Sea Prison. A group of extremely dangerous criminals escapes, and the surviving security cameras clearly capture their faces. At the forefront is a black-haired girl whose face is covered in gold-and-red scales. She glances back through the smoke and flames. Her cold, golden slit-pupil eyes are more terrifying than the most ferocious beasts in the galaxy. Just after midnight, a still from the security footage, emblazoned with giant red lettering, sets the Eighth District's online platforms ablaze. “Blowing up a prison with bare hands! This is the danger bloodborn pose! They are not of our kind, so their hearts must be different!” Later, when Jiang Wu, governor of the Ninth District, is interviewed by an Alliance reporter, she's asked why she chose to establish her base in the Ninth District, which is inferior in every way. Jiang Wu replies, “First, back home, nine is considered the ultimate number, and I like it. Second, I'm working to bring peace between our races! I have to make sure our neighbors and allies in the Eighth District realize how friendly we bloodborn are!” Onlookers: They really are friendly. Are those Eighth District officials who hate bloodborn still around? Theme: Love yourself before you love someone else.