Jujutsu Kaisen: The Lucky Star

Chapter 2: System

A/N: Here's the chapter 2 folks

Please support my motivation and also my creation.

Expecting power stones

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Akira stood in the hall, the soft glow of the candles illuminating his face as the laughter of his parents and siblings echoed through the house.

He had just celebrated his tenth birthday—a milestone marked by cake, gifts, and what should have been joy. But that was before the strange voice whispered in his mind.

[Congratulations, Host!!]

[You have transmigrated to another world.]

[Let's live the second life to the fullest.]

He had barely acknowledged the words, too shocked by the suddenness of the voice and the strange memories.

What was that? Was he imagining it? No, it was real.

It was real.

He had already died once.

While he was physically 10 years old, his mental age surpassed it.

But there was no time to dwell on it.

His family was still chatting, oblivious to his silence. His parents were snapping pictures, their smiles wide with pride. Everything seemed perfectly aligned. Even the cake was perfectly frosted.

"Kira, honey, blow out the candles!" his mother called, snapping him out of his stupor.

Akira blinked, realizing that in all the chaos of the moment, he hadn't even made a wish.

Shaking off the strange feeling, he blew out the candles, but as he did, a lingering thought tugged at his mind.

"Who was that?"

"But importantly, who am I?"

The party continued, but his mind was far from the celebration. After the neighbors had left and the house fell into quiet, Akira lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, depressed, his thoughts in turmoil. He was feeling uncomfortable.

He was confused.

On one hand, he had been given the gift of a second chance at life—he was still a child, with all the possibilities in the world laid out before him. But on the other hand, he couldn't shake the memories of his previous life.

The memories, fragments of his past life, kept resurfacing.

His former life was much like his parents, albeit a bit different. He was born into a wealthy family with many siblings, and he was matured for his age—at least, he thought so. He was worshipped as a genius, trying to dabble in various areas to make his parents proud.

But he still died. A freak accident, one so ridiculous that it left him both baffled and humiliated. It was as if fate had a cruel sense of humor.

A crazy fan of his had stabbed and killed him after attending the film banquet.

It was his first film, where he played a Playboy who didn't even have more than one scene.

She even licked his blood and claimed it was sweet because he was a genius.

Should he be happy for this second life, or should he mourn the ludicrous way he had died before?

Akira buried his face in his hands, sighing deeply. The confusion was overwhelming for his immature brain.

He slowly returned to sleep, experiencing his fragmented memories again and again.

The following morning, the sun rose as always.

Akira awoke to an odd sensation. His confusion and worries disappeared.

No time to wallow in it, he made a decision.

Just maintain this life. Study hard, get into a university, find a job, and if fate allows, get a gentle wife and live happily.

If he ever became bored, he'd try plagiarizing some literary works from his old world. With that thought, Akira was ready.

After waking up from bed, he felt different. For a moment, he couldn't control his body, and it was as if his mind had expanded overnight, like a door had been opened to a new reality.

He couldn't explain it, but he felt… different. More aware. More happy. He couldn't feel those depressing feelings anymore.

He felt very happy.

He stretched and yawned, rubbing his eyes, ready for a new day.

As he made his way to the bathroom, he nearly slipped on the wet floor, but before he could hit the ground and hurt himself, his body moved on its own.

In an instant, his feet slid into a perfect roll, landing him effortlessly on his feet. His heart raced, but his body felt light, as though his reflexes had become faster and more precise than they ever should have been.

"What the actual fuck!" he muttered, staring at his hands.

Had he just… done that?

How?

The answer came in the form of a strange, floating notification in his mind:

["Task Completed: Survive the accidental fall."]

["Rating Evaluation: Good (Not elegant, expecting much more from the host.)"]

["Reward: Mastery in Acrobatic Skills."]

[Note: Hurry up and complete more tasks so I can give you more skills. We are perfect for each other.

With love, your true love, System.]

Akira froze. He wasn't sure if he had imagined it, but the notification felt real. It was clear in his mind, written in the same strange, mechanical tone. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was the same voice from before—the one that had spoken on his birthday.

But… acrobatic skills?

He was just trying not to fall. Was this… the reward for surviving a fall?

"No way," he muttered, shaking his head. "I'm losing it."

"Hahahah," he laughed loudly.

"I think I've gone crazy."

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He took the day off, and the rest of the day was no different. But Akira couldn't shake the absurd feeling he had. Later, he learned the fact that it wasn't him, but the world itself that was crazy.

It happened at school. During recess, he was sitting with his friends, trying to enjoy a rare moment of peace when a group of kids from another class decided to start a game of tag.

Akira wasn't particularly interested, but his friend, Takumi, insisted he join. Reluctantly, he stood up and began to run. But the moment he took his first step, his foot caught on a rock, sending him tumbling forward.

Before he knew it, his body seemed to move on its own again—dodging, weaving, and finally flipping over the rock to land smoothly on his feet. The other kids gasped in awe at his skills.

"Whoa, Kira! How'd you do that?" Takumi shouted, eyes wide.

Akira blinked in confusion, still feeling the rush of adrenaline. "I… I don't know."

Again, the same voice, the same notification popped up in his mind:

["Task Complete: Avoided tripping while playing tag."]

["Rating Evaluation: Good (Why are you playing with kids? Play with police. I want to see some action.)"]

["Reward: Enhanced Reflexes and Agility."]

This time, Akira couldn't even muster the energy to be surprised. He had suspected something like this would happen, but it was still too ridiculous to believe.

Enhanced reflexes? For playing tag?

By the end of the month, the pattern was becoming clear. In every situation where he found himself in trouble—whether physical, mental, or social—the system seemed to step in and give him a "reward." And each reward made him better at whatever he needed to do in that moment.

It wasn't just physical skills like acrobatics or reflexes. No, the system was far more generous with its "gifts."

One afternoon, kids were trying to play chess with stones.

While enjoying the game, Akira lost once because the other kids cheated.

"This big stone is my knight and he's gone mad, so he's gonna kill all of you," one girl announced.

"Wait, that's not how it's played," Akira muttered. As an adult, how could he lose to brats?

So, he used his soldiers to attack them, but with the just effort of the girl and her minions, he lost the chess war.

As Akira stared at the board, a strange feeling washed over him. Suddenly, his mind clicked into overdrive, and he saw patterns on the chessboard that he hadn't noticed before.

Again, the notification appeared in his mind:

["Task Completed: Even if you got defeated, don't lose your dignity."]

["Rating Evaluation: Normal (How could you lose to her? Can't you just throw mud in their eyes and win the war? How could you forget such a simple strategy? If you continue like this, I will be disappointed and leave you. Wu wu wu (ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ))"]

["Reward: Strategy Mastery."]

Akira groaned inwardly. This is insane. He hadn't even been playing real chess, and yet, he was handed the ability to see through complex strategies in an instant.

With this ability and his average chess skills, he could already best some adults.

By now, Akira had come to a frustrating realization: he was becoming a prodigy—no, a freak of nature.

But he knew the truth—he knew—it wasn't because of any effort on his part. It was because of the system. Everything was a set-up, a farce.

"Is this fucking retribution?"

"Can't I just live free? Are you going to get me killed again!!!"

To the world, Kira was a genius. His peers marveled at his ability to pick up anything instantly.

But Akira could only laugh bitterly at his predicament. He was never the genius they thought he was. It was all just luck—luck that had been bestowed upon him by a system that seemed to want him to be the best at everything.

And yet, despite all of it, Akira couldn't escape the feeling that he was being played with. The system gave him skills when he was in danger or when he needed them, but there was no rhyme or reason to it. No pattern he could decipher. He wasn't learning; he was just being handed abilities like toys, as if the system were some spoiled child who couldn't stop granting him more. It was even disappointed in him because of his attitude.

"But what would this guy know about my situation?"

"Is it sick or something?" he mused.

His friends, however, never questioned it. To them, Akira was the genius, the prodigy. He could do no wrong. His parents thought the same, proudly boasting about their son's accomplishments to anyone who would listen.

But Akira couldn't share their joy. He wasn't proud of what he could do. In fact, he was growing more and more frustrated by it all. All he wanted was to live a quiet, normal life.

But the system didn't seem interested in letting him do that. After all, it had its own mission.

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A/N: I have already completed the preliminary idea for the fanfic and i started to read jjk manga again.

But I don't have much time also my phone has some problems i haven't even updated the demon slayer fanfic for a few days.

Bless me guys.

"The greatest obstacle to pursuing our dreams isn't the lack of opportunity, but the fear of taking that initial step"

- me(from experience)