Jujutsu Kaisen: The Lucky Star

Chapter 3: Daily life

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Even At fifteen, Akira hadn't since accepted that the world had its own plans for him, whether he liked it or not.

But the he strange occurrences, the random "gifts" from the system—he had stopped questioning them. By this point, he had learned to just go with the flow, no matter how ridiculous things got.

It was early in his high school life when Akira fully realized just how far gone he was.

He was a model student—a paragon of academic excellence, physical prowess, and social charm. His teachers showered him with praise, his classmates looked up to him, and his parents couldn't stop bragging about his "hard work" and "dedication."

But what no one knew was that none of it was his doing. None of it was because of effort, practice, or any form of personal ambition. It was all the result of a glitchy system that seemed to want him to be the best at everything, and somehow, he was too tired to fight it.

Afterall he has experienced it before and his ending was not good. He felt likea chicken who was going to be slaughtered or maybe he was just being paranoid.

In every class, Akira was at the top. Whether it was math, science, history, or literature, Akira's grades were flawless. He answered every question with ease, solving complex problems with a nonchalance that unnerved his classmates.

His handwriting was perfect, his essays flowed effortlessly, and his exam scores were consistently perfect. The teachers adored him, and his classmates looked at him with a mix of awe and envy.

"Kira- kun, you're amazing(sugoi)!" one of his classmates, Mei, said during lunch one day. "How do you do it? It's like you've got everything figured out!"

Akira was chewing his sandwich hungrily, blinking in confusion. How do I do it? He'd been doing the same thing for years—nothing. He just lived his life, and the system did all the heavy lifting. It was like being handed the answers to every test before he even knew what the question was.

"Well," Akira said with a shrug, "it's just… luck, I guess."

Instead of their response he was focusing more on food, lately he really very hungry and tired.

His response, as always, was met with laughter and a few teasing comments.

"Stop being so modest, kira- kun," Mei said, giggling. "Luck? If I had your luck, I'd be a genius too."

Akira's lips twitched, but he forced a smile. "Yeah, that's probably it."

"Hey Kira-kun I heard that you also practised martial arts. Look out when you walking. I heard that a serial killer in loose!",one of the classmates warned him.

"Ok", Actually he was a mater in marital arts which he didn't want to disclose.

The truth was, Akira didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't tell her, or anyone, that it wasn't his hard work, but rather some comic glitch in the system that granted him skills when he was in perilous situations.

It wasn't luck in the traditional sense—he didn't win the lottery or get some amazing hand dealt to him. No, it was more like someone had programmed him to be good at everything.

All he had to do was exist.

For him his existence was strange like.. like a....

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In one math class, Akira had been the only student to solve a complicated equation in record time. The teacher, Mr. Tanaka, stood in awe as Akira finished the problem in mere seconds, while the rest of the class struggled to make sense of it.

Mr. Tanaka told, his voice filled with wonder. "You're getting natural at this. You're the best student I've ever taught."

Akira merely shrugged. "Thank you Sensei."

The teacher chuckled. "Don't be so humble. You've clearly put in the work."

Akira couldn't argue with that. He had done nothing, yet here he was, being hailed as the most diligent student in the school. He didn't even study—his grades were more a byproduct of his system's timely "rewards" than any form of genuine effort.

But it wasn't just academics. No, Akira was the perfect student in every aspect of his life. When it came to sports, he was the undisputed champion in every game he played, whether it was basketball, soccer, or running.

In gym class, he was always the first to finish any physical challenge. In fact, he once made it to the top of the rope climb in less than 30 seconds—something that had taken his peers months to accomplish.

When it came time for the annual sports festival, Akira breezed through every event. He ran the 100-meter dash like a seasoned sprinter, jumped over hurdles with perfect form, and even won a few games of basketball by himself. Every time he was asked how he did it, he'd shrug and say, "Just lucky, I guess."

Again, his classmates just laughed it off. "Modesty at its finest," they'd say, their admiration growing. In their eyes, kira wasn't just lucky—he was naturally gifted, a prodigy who could do anything with minimal effort.

He could hardly argue with them. After all, they weren't wrong in their own way—he was good at everything, but not because of any personal effort. Every time he was about to fail or get hurt, the system would swoop in and grant him the skills to succeed. Whether it was learning how to jump higher or gaining perfect reflexes, everything just worked out. And though it should have felt amazing, Akira only felt exhausted.

Akira's social life wasn't just as easy as other things . His classmates adored him—especially the girls.

It wasn't that he was particularly charming, but rather, he just seemed to know exactly what to say at the right time. He had an uncanny ability to navigate social situations, making everyone feel like they were the most important person in the room- The fact which he hated the most and he was becoming more adept at that.

He was the perfect friend, the perfect son, the perfect student.

But Akira couldn't escape the feeling that he was nothing more than a puppet, and the system was the one pulling the strings.

Over time, Akira had come to accept that his life would never be normal. The system's "gifts" were too frequent, too convenient, and too absurd to ignore. At first, he'd tried to resist, tried to deny the ridiculousness of it all. But after years of unexpected successes, Akira had reached a point where he could no longer fight it.

He had no choice but to go with the flow.

In his mind, it was simpler this way. Everyone thought he was a genius, and he could live his life without drawing too much attention to the fact that it wasn't his doing. All he had to do was smile, shrug, and tell people it was luck.

And that was enough for them. After all, who needed the truth when you had a prodigy on your hands?

Akira leaned back in his chair during another day of class, staring out the window. He could hear his classmates talking about him or the recent serial murders and other gossips, the compliments and admiration filling the air. And for the first time, he simply accepted it.

This was his life now. And honestly, what else could he do but go with the flow?

If he can't avoid just enjoy ,what is more crazy than this in this world.

Maybe just become some historical figure and live the life of protogonist.

He just chuckled at his thoughts and slowly drifted to his usuall aftertoon sleep.

Seeing his sleep the noise in the class shut down.

"Look kira-kun is sleeping how cute"

"We can see how tired he is ,look at his eyes",one chimed in

Kira who was sleeping opened one of his eyes , observed his classes and their gossips. With his keen ears he captured what he wanted to hear.

"System Open my panel",he commanded in his mind.

[Ding]

Like that his daily life passed away without any changes .

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"Courage, not chance, is the catalyst for transformation "

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