Black.
Black everywhere.
"Where am I?" Muzan said aloud as he looked around the void.
FLASH!
A blinding light cut through the darkness.
Memories began flooding back, one after another.
"Muzan-sama, I, Kokushibo, will serve you until death!"
"Muzan-sama, Akaza bullied me again…"
"Hai… I want my virginity to be taken by Muzan-sama…"
All those weird, cursed memories came rushing to the surface.
The darkness shifted—morphed—until it became a destroyed castle, decaying and haunted.
Suddenly, doors began forming on every side, swallowing the rushing memories as they flew by.
"Am I… in my mind?" Muzan muttered.
Just like Naruto, he had entered his mental plane.
He looked around. There were hundreds of doors, each etched with moments from his past lives. The earliest one glowed faintly—it was from his first life.
He walked toward it. Then stopped.
"What's that…?" he muttered.
There was something else.
An altar, rising from the floor, with three glowing orbs placed on it.
"Where have I seen this before…?" he muttered, reaching out to touch them.
DANGER.
He looked up—and nearly screamed.
A giant dinosaur loomed above him, roaring with primal fury. A green serpent floated in the air, staring down with godlike arrogance. And from the shadows, a massive whale surfaced beside him, its body rippling with ancient power.
"FUCK."
BOOM! BOOM!
HYPER BEAM.
SOLAR BEAM.
HYDRO PUMP.
The attacks crashed into one another with cosmic force. Muzan ducked behind a memory door as the three titans clashed.
"STOP IT!" he yelled.
Suddenly, he felt something terrifying—memories were vanishing.
He forgot what happened to Goku when he died.
He forgot how strong Goku even was.
Maybe… that was for the best.
He remembered the early days… watching Dragon Ball without people yelling, "BUT CAN HE BEAT GOKU THO?"
"STOP IT, YOU FUCKERS!" Muzan roared.
The titans turned.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
RAAAAAWR!!!
They kept fighting.
"I SAID STOP!"
He screamed again—and suddenly, the three titans began to shrink.
They were sucked back into the orbs.
The orbs shot toward him, slamming into his chest. Pain erupted in his body.
Three glowing symbols appeared:
Alpha. Omega. Delta.
"RAAAAGH!" Muzan screamed, blood pouring from his eyes.
"MORTAL… BE MINE," a voice echoed from the void.
He felt… fucking powerful.
Elsewhere…
"Muzan? No, we don't know anyone by that name."
Zetsu muttered to himself as he kept digging underground.
"Muzan, Muzan, Muzan… who the hell are you?"
He checked every clan registry. Muzan didn't belong to the big ones. Hell, not even the minor ones.
"Was he a fucking civilian?" Zetsu hissed.
As he emerged from the ground, he passed a man with stitches on his forehead. The two locked eyes briefly… then walked past one another.
"Weirdo," Zetsu thought, before vanishing into the earth.
WOOOOOSH!
The sky roared. Rain poured. Volcanoes threatened to erupt.
The cause of this chaos?
Still meditating.
Blink.
Muzan opened his eyes.
He felt… clearer. His mind was sharper. His strength had increased.
"Maybe now I can fight a Lower Moon Demon," he thought. "But I'm still… weak.
He looked down at his chest. The three divine symbols still glowed faintly.
"A contract… with those things."
Suddenly—SHRRRRK!
Bone chains burst from his back, dancing wildly in the air like serpents.
"Yes… a small fraction of my power," Muzan whispered.
The chains tore through rock—but quickly snapped.
"Tch. Durability's bad," he muttered, looking at his shredded shirt.
"Muzan."
A voice called out.
Muzan turned—and smiled.
"Zetsu," he said, rushing toward him.
Zetsu looked stunned. "Are… are you an Uzumaki?"
"Uzumaki? What's that?" Muzan tilted his head.
"…Nothing," Zetsu muttered. From somewhere unknown, he pulled out a bamboo umbrella and tossed it to Muzan
"Use that when you go outside."
He stared at Muzan for a moment.
"Muzan… you'll do anything to save the goddess, right?"
"Yes," Muzan said with conviction.
"Then I want you to befriend two children," Zetsu said, his eyes narrowing.
"Who?" Muzan asked, a literal question mark appearing in his pupils.
Elsewhere…
"Oi, you duckweed head! Look at this—you can't even throw a stone right!"
"The hell did you say, bowl-cut freak?!"
Two kids—maybe ten or twelve—were yelling at each other, stones in hand.
The duckweed-haired kid threw one with all his might. It flew past the other's face.
"Hah! You can't even aim, loser!"
THUNK.
"Owwww!" a voice screamed in the distance.
Both kids froze.
They rushed to the source of the scream and found a drenched figure sitting in a puddle.
"Who the fuck threw a rock?!" the kid yelled, his soaked hair covering his eyes. He looked like a girl
"We're sorry, miss!" the two shouted in unison.
Muzan slowly brushed his wet hair back and glared.
"I'm a man, you shits," he snapped.
The duo turned bright red.
"A b-boy…?"
"Our first crush is a b-boy…?"
"Give me a hand," Muzan said, holding out his arm.
The duckweed and bowl-cut boys quickly helped him up and offered the umbrella Zetsu gave him.
"Anyway… what's your name, gay dudes?" Muzan asked.
"HEY! We're not gay!" they shouted in unison.
"Yeah yeah," Muzan muttered. "That's what they all say…"
He shook his head.
"I come from a cursed generation. I know how twisted modern humans are. I've seen more than one… 'manga' showing those two… intimately."
"I'm Muzan. Kibutsuji Muzan."
"And you are?"
"…Madara."
"…Hashirama."
That day, Muzan made friends with the gay duo.
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