Capítulo 1: Chapter 1: Death & Rebirth
Sigh, it has been five years since I found myself living in an anime world, and let me tell you, being reincarnated as a newborn is far from an easy experience. It was completely unexpected and bewildering to wake up as a baby after staying up late studying for exams.
Most novels or stories usually provide a dramatic reason or backstory when the main character dies, so this sudden change left me utterly puzzled. To ensure my well-being, since I wasn't making any noise, the doctor resorted to giving me a firm slap on the buttocks, jolting me awake and causing me to scream at the top of my lungs, confirming my newfound vitality as a newborn.
During the past five years since my rebirth in this world, I have acquired significant knowledge about my unfamiliar surroundings. Firstly, I discovered that my name is Satoru Gojo.
Secondly, I couldn't help but notice the uncanny resemblance I bear to a character from Jujutsu Kaisen, with eye-catching attributes like snow-white hair and dazzling blue eyes. However, due to my young age, I have a slightly plumper physique.
I inherited my snow-white hair from my father, Gintoki Gojo, who has a mildly muscular build and an undeniable charm that effortlessly captivates onlookers, especially women. On the other hand, my mesmerizing blue eyes were a gift from my mother, Violet Evergarden, a woman even more breathtakingly beautiful than my father.
Completing our family is my younger brother, Sho Gojo, who is four years younger than me. Like the rest of us, he possesses an appearance reminiscent of an anime character, with brilliant blue eyes that bring to mind someone from Fire Force.
Besides the peculiar resemblance of my family to animated characters, I encountered an undeniable sign that I had been reincarnated into an anime world. It was when my parents posed a momentous question, asking if I desired to be exceptional and, if so, whether I wanted to enter the White Room—a place where I would receive comprehensive training to enhance both my physical prowess and mental abilities.
With bated breath, I contemplated their proposition—a remarkable invitation to the White Room. This sanctuary promised a transformative experience, nurturing not only my physical capabilities but also sharpening my mental acuity. It offered an opportunity to unlock untapped potential and embark on a path toward greatness, both in body and mind.
Aware of the weightiness of the decision before me, I respectfully requested some time for contemplation, and my understanding parents graciously granted my request. Recognizing the significance of this choice and its potential impact on my future, they assured me of their unwavering support, patiently waiting until I reached a decision that resonated with me.
During this period of introspection, I delved into thorough research, immersing myself in the intricate details of the White Room project. As I scrutinized the accompanying documentation, a startling realization unfolded—I discovered that the White Room was still in its early stages, belonging to the fourth generation, the same era as Kiyotaka Ayanokji's training in the anime Classroom of the Elite.
This revelation sent shockwaves through my being, as I grasped the truth that my rebirth had not only occurred in this fantastical universe but also within the very fabric of anime itself.
On that evening, as I sat down with my parents in the living room, ready to discuss my decision to join the White Room, I took a moment to gather my thoughts.
"Mom, Dad, I've thought about it, and I've made up my mind. I want to accept the offer to train at the White Room," I declared firmly, meeting their gaze with unwavering determination.
It came as no surprise to them that I had decided to undergo training there. The White Room presented an opportunity for immense power, and I yearned to become the best in this new life.
My mother's expression softened as she reached out to hold my hand. "Satoru, are you sure about this? It's an intense program, and we won't be able to see you as often. We only want what's best for you, but it's important to consider the sacrifices involved."
I nodded, fully understanding their concerns. "I know it won't be easy, but I feel compelled to seize this opportunity. I want to push myself to the limits and become the best version of myself. However, I do have one condition: I still want to attend regular schools without the program interfering too much with my life."
My father, Gintoki, leaned back in his chair, deep in contemplation after hearing my words. "Son, your happiness and fulfillment in life mean everything to us, no matter what path you choose. We've witnessed your unwavering determination and exceptional talent throughout your life, and we have complete faith in your ability to make the right decisions. However, I ask you for one promise: take care of yourself and avoid pushing yourself too hard. Your well-being is our top priority."
His words resonated with me, and I appreciated his concern for my welfare. I nodded, acknowledging his request. "I understand, Dad. I promise to prioritize my well-being and strike a balance between my training and personal life."
Gintoki nodded back, a glimmer of resolve in his eyes. "I will personally speak to your grandpa and request adjustments to the contract to ensure you have the opportunity to experience a normal life alongside the training. We want you to have the chance to grow and excel while still enjoying the joys of being a teenager."
Gratitude filled my heart as I looked at my parents. "Thank you, Mom and Dad. I promise I'll take care of myself. I won't let you down."
They exchanged glances, a mix of concern and pride in their eyes. After a brief silence, my father spoke softly as he reached out to gently squeeze my shoulder. "We know you won't, Satoru. Pursue your dreams with all your heart, and we'll be here every step of the way, cheering you on."
I was surprised that they agreed to my condition, unsure if I would still be able to lead a normal life alongside the training program. In the anime, nobody was allowed to leave until the program concluded. Later, I learned that it was my grandparents who initially suggested sending me to the White Room.
My grandfather, being an influential man, was well aware of the admission criteria that favored individuals with extraordinary talent and the promising career prospects that awaited those who excelled. This knowledge was the main driving force behind his insistence on my enrollment in the White Room.
Despite their initial reluctance, my parents ultimately agreed after my grandfather's persuasive efforts. They allowed me to undergo training at the facility, considering my well-being and granting the necessary adjustments. Though I am quite certain my grandfather concealed the controversial ethics and intense training of young children associated with the White Room.
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