One Piece: Reborn as Satoru Gojo

Yeah, this place is a blast.

I've memorized every single hole in this damn ceiling.

No phone, no TV, no music—nothing to entertain me. I can't even read a book thanks to my wounds.

Maybe someone would tell me to use this time to practice controlling cursed energy, but my training stopped at just infusing it into an orb. Beyond that? No clue. No training program, no next step. So all I can do is wait until I somehow slip back into that inner world again.

If only I knew how.

I tried sleeping, but of course, that didn't work. Not when my stomach's been empty for a full day. And right next to me? A plate of freshly cooked meat, the smell taunting me.

But I refuse to give up.

Still, everything has a limit. I spent hours just lying there, watching the energy flow through my body. At first, it seemed pointless, but with my new vision and the insane amount of detail my brain processes now, it was overwhelming. And exhausting.

At some point, without realizing it, I finally passed out.

And instead of dreams, I was back there.

The same luxurious house. The same warm lighting and faint, pleasant scents in the air. And best of all—my body was completely fine. No wounds, no pain.

God, I love this place.

But where's Sensei?

I wandered through a few rooms—the apartment was massive—until I found him in what looked like a personal movie theater. There, lounging in a plush leather chair, Satoru Gojo sipped on soda, eyes fixed on the screen.

"Sensei?"

"Yo," he answered without looking away.

"What are you watching?"

"Django..." He casually gives his review—and spoiled it in the process.

"I haven't seen it," I muttered, annoyed. Why the spoilers?

"And you won't. It didn't exist in One Piece."

"Uh-huh," I deadpanned.

Wait… could I watch movies here? I had no idea how this place worked.

Before I could ask, Gojo stood up, stretching as he walked over—his soda still in hand.

"You know, disappearing mid-training isn't exactly polite."

"I didn't choose to," I said. "I don't even know how to enter or leave this place."

"Yeah, yeah. Either way, we're continuing."

"So… what? I just watch movies like Itadori?"

"Nah~" He smirked. "But that is a solid workout plan." He grabbed my shoulder—

And suddenly, we were under the open sky, standing on a massive training field.

"You're gonna move this time," Gojo said. "Run, play soccer, basketball—whatever. Just keep the energy flowing."

"That sounds boring alone."

"It's training, not a vacation," he shot back.

Then he tossed something at me.

The same glass orb.

This time, I caught it without fumbling. Small victories.

"So what am I supposed to do? Run around holding this thing?"

"Not exactly." Gojo snapped his fingers, and the orb shifted—morphing into transparent gloves, lightweight sneakers, and a pair of lenses.

"Put them on."

I did. The gloves were so thin I barely felt them, the sneakers were the most comfortable I'd ever worn, and the lenses? No irritation at all. It was like they weren't even there.

"You still have to keep your cursed energy flowing through them," Gojo reminded me.

I flexed my fingers, wiggled my toes. "Damn. These are really nice."

"Of course. I made them."

I rolled my eyes. "So… what exactly am I doing?"

Gojo grinned.

"Running."

"Running?" I repeated.

"Yeah, running," he said, stretching like this was just another casual morning for him. "And no, before you ask, you're not getting a treadmill. You'll be running here—" he gestured to the vast, open field. "And you'll be keeping cursed energy flowing through your feet the entire time. You screw up, stop, fall, become lazy, I will add obstacles."

"Obstacles?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Pfft, relax. Just some holes, quicksand, wild dogs, landmines—"

"WHAT?"

"Kidding."

I didn't believe him for a second.

Gojo clapped his hands together. "Alright, let's get started. First, try running normally. No cursed energy."

That seemed reasonable. I took a few steps forward, then broke into a light jog. The ground felt solid, the wind rushed past me, and the sneakers were ridiculously comfortable. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Then my legs turned into bricks.

"What the—?!" I stumbled, barely keeping myself upright. It was like every step got heavier, like something was sucking the energy out of me.

"Oh, forgot to mention," Gojo called from behind, "these cool things feed off your cursed energy. You already know how to release the cursed energy and concentrate it. But this time you have my eyes that give you the ability to use the cursed energy in endless quantities. You need to master it"

I looked down. My feet were sinking into the ground like it was quicksand.

It was quicksand.

"YOU SAID YOU WERE KIDDING ABOUT QUICKSAND!"

"No, I said I was kidding about the landmines."

"You—"

"Better start focusing, Allen." His voice was all amusement, but it had a dangerous edge. "You wanna move? Infuse your energy properly. Get lazy, and you're part of the floor."

"I am gonna die."

"Don't worry, even if you die, you just go back to your fancy room."

I gritted my teeth. Fine. Not the first time.

I closed my eyes for a second, focusing on my cursed energy. I could see it in my mind, flowing sluggishly through my body, concentrated mostly in my core. Slowly, I tried directing it downward—toward my legs.

The instant it flowed into my feet, the sinking sensation stopped.

I exhaled in relief and took a step forward—only to zoom ten meters ahead like I'd been launched out of a cannon.

"OH SHI—"

I skidded, my body failing to keep up with the sudden burst of speed. I barely managed to roll before faceplanting into the dirt.

"Use the right amount of cursed energy, and don't forget about eyes."

I groaned, pushing myself up. "I hate you."

I glared at him, brushing the dirt off my face. My energy control was a mess. Too little, and I'd sink. Too much, and I'd rocket forward like an idiot. I needed to find the balance—fast.

Because I had a feeling Gojo wasn't done messing with me yet.

And I was right.

Because the next thing he did?

He didn't just summon a pack of wild dogs. He summoned 3 huge Megumi's shadow dogs.

I am sooo dead…