A Strange Crossover

A/n: Its friction works so everything is bs, not the story or why thing but only how mc gets his locked stats unlocked.

But for someone to make logic think like, This When the MC takes an action that fits a very rare or special condition (exception criteria), The system steps in and injects just enough "residual" energy (like cursed energy, Hamon, Ki, etc.), Which then allows the MC's body or soul to finally awaken that stat or ability.

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First person Pov

"For now the only option is to stay here…" Arata thought while standing in a random small room and poundered hard about an alternative place to live.

'A rotting place like this… doesn't deserve someone like me yet.'

'There is an apartment in a nearby town belonging to my mother and I have the key to work this out.'

A memory emerged and I left for my room nothing much happened as there were not many members present at the time even Satoru was not in the clan headquarters.

I walked at night for hours to reach the destination, the vacant house and make it a safe place as Arata's mother has hundreds of apartments in her name as she married into the Gojo family.

"Unlike Satoru mother, my mother married to satoru father for money and power and father perhaps only to get either her quirk or mutant gene in my mother's family line.

….

…

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I got there almost two hours later. An apartment building that has been around for a long time. The iron railings are rusty and the windows are gloomy. But when I put the brass key in the lock, it made a familiar groan.

It opened.

The place was quiet.

There was dust within. Silence. No magic, no spying. Just the kind of silence that wraps around you like a forgotten blanket. I went inside and shut the door behind me.

The living room looked like it hadn't seen light in years. The white sheets covered the furnishings like ghosts in grief. The air was dry and smelled faintly of old perfume, like the type my mother wore to clan gatherings when she was allowed to go.

I didn't turn on the lights. I didn't have to.

I moved around the apartment room by room, checking for evidence of damage, remaining sigils, or hidden seals. Nothing. This place was hers… and now it was mine.

The bedroom was cleaner. Simpler. There was a single futon, dusty and folded neatly. Beside it, a nightstand.

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I lit a candle, found soap and old clothes, and began cleaning. I couldn't purify the apartment totally yet — not without more instruments — but I could *live* here. Sleep here. Train here. Grow here.

To my amazement, the kitchen wasn't completely barren. There were canned items packed neatly in the lower cupboards — fish, rice packets, dried herbs, some vitamin pills sealed with long-expiry. And nestled beneath the sink: a little lockbox.

Inside? 30,000 yen in neatly folded bills.

Not much. But enough.

Enough meals for a week. Enough money for maybe two, if I rationed correctly. She must've left it for me. Or maybe for herself, in case she ever came back.

Either way — it was mine now.

I didn't wait to think too long, wasting time.

I cleaned the futon first, then the kitchen sink, just enough to scrub off the grime of years. The water still ran — cold, metallic, but it functioned. I stripped, climbed into the bath, and sat quietly beneath the flowing faucet.

No words. No murmuring. No screams.

Just water against skin, washing away years of rejection like they were nothing more than dust. All the expecine of the original was now a part of me undeniably, his loss is now mine along with glory.

For a second there was a thought to live just for myself but the things the kid had gone through with anyone made me change my mind and I plan to live in balance rather than sticking only to responsibility and accountability.

When I stepped out, my limbs felt heavier, but cleaner. I wore one of my mother's old shirts — it hung like a cloak on this tiny body — and warmed a bowl of dried rice and broth.

It wasn't much. But it was warm. Real.

I ate in silence, sitting on the edge of the futon with the journal by my side. The candle flickered, shadows danced on the walls, and for the first time since rising in this new life… I let my eyes close without dread.

Morning.

The wind made scratches on the glass. Light slowly came through the tattered curtains. My body hurt, but not because I was scared or being punished. It hurt because I used it. It was a good pain. Earned.

I did some stretching. Put on clothes. With chalk in hand, I stepped barefoot into the middle of the room.

I start today.

[Quest Active: "Train Like No One Sees You"]

Objective: Martial arts and drills – 2 hours daily for 10 years

Bonus: x2 EXP if done before sunrise

Reward: +1 to all stats per month, +EXP

I drew a crude circle across the wood floor using worn chalk, invoking the muscle memory of Elias — my past self. The stances came slow at first. My balance was off. Legs too short. Arms unsteady.

But I didn't stop.

I moved. Breathed. Repeated. As my imagination and memory goes back in time when I watch others practise the art of martial arts.

Strike. Reset. Strike. Reset. Flow. Breathe. Hold.

There was no master watching me. No crowd mocking me.

Only rhythm. Repetition. Fire.

[System Notification]

Training Session Logged

"You trained like no one saw you."

Bonus XP: Activated (Dawn Timing)

EXP: +200

Progress toward next stat milestone: 3.4%

As the sun crept over the distant rooftops, sweat clung to my skin, my shirt damp, knees scratched. I fell back onto the floor, breathing hard — chest rising and falling with the rhythm of the grind.

No distraction. No recognition. Just like that hours passed without me paying attention to time as hard work is all that matters right at the moment.

First-Person POV – Elias / Arata Gojo

5 hours later

The sweat hadn't dried yet, and my limbs still shook from the morning drills. But this… wasn't a test of muscle.

This was something deeper. Raw. Dangerous.

Cursed energy.

Not something you're taught — not really. Most clan heirs pretend it's you born with a thing. But I remembered what it really was… from a unique perspective.

A thing born from agony and hate . From emotion. From the worst parts of you that you can't speak out loud.

And the body I now inhabited had been fed plenty of that.

I sat in the middle of the cracked floor, barely keeping still.

I took out a knife and let myself bleed from my hands, rough — not because I knew what I was doing, but because in this world the greater the gable the greater the reward.

From pressure.

Something was trying to come out of me. But it was too insignificant.

Something old. Something bitter. Something… hungry.

They say Cursed Energy comes from negative emotion. But no one tells you how hard it is to face it head-on due to its mysterious nature.

I took a breath.

Held it.

Then I did something no curse user should ever do.

I let my mind slip for a sec.

I stopped controlling the feelings. I stopped burying them.

And everything rushed in.

Pure emotions and lethal risk.

Every moment I spent ignored by the clan.

The humiliation of being slapped in front of cousins.

The hunger that hollowed out my stomach for days while the other

kids played sorcerer with talismans and talismans I wasn't allowed to touch.

I didn't cry.

But my nails dug into my knees.

And that's when it hit.

Like pressure from the inside out.

Cursed Energy.

Unstable. Violent. Untamed.

It didn't feel like power.

It felt like my entire nervous system glitching.

My heartbeat staggered. My hands twitched. A ringing erupted in my ears — not real sound, but the kind of pressure you get when altitude changes too fast.

The air around me distorted.

I looked at my arm and — for a second — saw threads of black mist crawling along my veins, twitching like they were alive.

I tried to focus. Channel it.

But the second I did, the energy lashed back.

A sharp burst slammed into my shoulder, and I bit down to stop myself from screaming. It wasn't external. It came from me — the cursed energy rejecting control like a wild animal snapping its leash.

I leaned forward, trembling, breathing through clenched teeth.

"Calm… calm…"

But it kept spiking.

Like emotional static surging every time I remembered something rotten from my past.

Then… I remembered that day.

Arata's first beating.

Kicked down the stairs for stepping on the wrong mat. The guards laughed. One said, "Half bloods should know their place."

I didn't remember it from memory.

I remembered it from him.

The boy whose body I now wore.

And that's when the shift happened.

My cursed energy flattened — collapsed inward like it had just remembered its own grief.

A silence fell inside me. Not peace.

A void.

The threads stopped writhing.

And for the first time… I could feel them obey.

[System Notification]

Quest Completed: Thread Meditation

+1 INT/month

Buff Gained: Thread Awareness (6hr Danger Sense)

Stat Unlocked: Cursed Energy

Control: 20% – Unstable but active

I slumped forward, coughing out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

My shirt was soaked with sweat and blood. My skin burned in random patches, like I'd been sunburned from the inside. I blinked slowly, chest heaving.

The circle was still there. The blood sigils had dried.

And for the first time, the air felt different.

Alive. Exhausted.

Waiting. As the bleeding stopped.

I didn't smile. I felt dizzy and excited.

Only the deep, aching weight of power finally forced awake — and the terrifying knowledge that I now had to learn how to live with it.

I stood slowly.

And whispered, "Next time… it'll hurt them."

[System Notification]

Quest Completed: "Thread Meditation"

Cursed Energy Stat Unlocked

+1 INT/month (passive applied)

+20% Cursed Energy Control

Buff Activated: Thread Awareness (6 hours – Passive Danger Detection)

Later after taking a break from everything came the next day as relaxing and cooldown are equally necessary for a fighter.

The whispers faded, but their echoes still curled in the corners of the room. My breath came shallow at first — rattled by the static clawing through my spine. But I calmed down. Steadied it.

Thread Meditation had unlocked something ancient in my body — but it also stirred memories not mine. Emotions buried deep in Arata's young soul. Confusion. Terror. Grief.

I had to center myself.

I moved the futon to the side of the room and cleared the floor.

Faced the window. The glass was cracked — light poured through unevenly, slicing the dust into fragments across the floor.

I sat cross-legged again.

And I began to breathe. I am in sunlight.

[Quest Active: "Breathe Between the Strikes"]

Objective: 30 minutes of uninterrupted Hamon breathing

Reward: Ripple clarity, Calm Mind buff, unlock Hamon stats, +1 lvl

Inhale. Hold. Feel. Exhale.

Inhale — pull from the diaphragm. Hold — let it settle behind your ribs. Exhale — let the breath cut through everything else.

I imagined the ripple.

I imagined the breath moving like a wave from my lungs into my fingertips.

Again.

Again.

The world slowed.

My thoughts — scattered and sharp just moments ago — now drifted in rhythm. I was no longer Elias. No longer a broken child. Just… flow.

My vision faded around the edges. My hearing dulled. All that existed was the wave.

The breath.

The strike between heartbeats.

At some point, I forgot the pain in my back. Forgot the taste of the dust in the air. The ache in my legs. The pressure in my hands.

I simply breathed.

[System Notification]

Quest Completed: "Breathe Between the Strikes"

Hamon Stat Unlocked

Buff Gained: Calm Mind (Resist panic, emotional instability)

Trait Activated: Ripple Clarity – Breathing amplifies focus and reaction speed

+1 Level Gained

When I opened my eyes, the world felt sharper. Brighter. Like I was seeing through a polished lens.

The candlelight didn't flicker. It danced. The sound of footfall on the street below didn't fade – they sliced through the silence like percussion.

This… was Hamon.

I gave out one last breath.

It carried away something heavy I hadn't realized I'd been holding since I woke up in this body.

Two quests done. My hands steadied. My mind mute.

I had nothing grand yet. No cursed technique. No domain. No shimmering bloodline.

But I had three things they couldn't take:

Breath. Focus. Time.

And I would make all three hurt.

The sun had only just begun to rise — the weak light bleeding through cracked blinds like strands of forgiveness I hadn't asked for. The room smelled faintly of candle smoke, dried sweat, and something older: change.

But I wasn't done.

One more.

The breath had stilled my mind. But there was one final thing Elias always turned to when the world refused to make sense.

Ki.

Life force.

Pure will made manifest. Not magic, not curse, not ripple.

Just presence — forged in silence and grit.

I stood slowly, then knelt again — this time with no circles, no chants, no symbols. I sat spine-straight, palms resting on my knees, heels tucked beneath me.

The trick to Ki wasn't channeling.

It was remembering.

That I was alive.

That I was here.

That this breath, this heartbeat, this will — was mine.

[Quest Active: "Master the Morning Silence"]

Objective: Daily Ki meditation at dawn

Reward: Unlock Ki stats, +1 lvl

I closed my eyes.

There was no ripple now. No threads whispering.

Only the beat of my heart. The pulse of blood in my ears. The sharp sting of the cold air crawling over my bare arms.

I focused on the center of my gut — the lower dantian, where the energy of life pools. At first, I felt nothing. Just the slow ache of fatigue from training too long in a child's body.

But then…

A flicker.

A thrum.

Like distant thunder under my skin — not power, but potential.

Like a furnace beneath stone, waiting for the right breath to

spark it.

I inhaled deeper.

And on the exhale… the warmth stayed.

[System Notification]

Quest Completed: "Master the Morning Silence"

Ki Stat Unlocked

+1 Level Gained

Passive Tracking Enabled: Ki Growth, Body-Mind Sync

I didn't open my eyes immediately. I sat there for a few more minutes, letting the silence settle. Letting it belong to me.

Then I stood.

Wiped the sweat from my brow.

And smiled — not because I was happy, but because I was ready.

Three forces stirred in me now:

Cursed energy — silent and watching.

Hamon — rippling through my breath.

Ki — warm, steady, and mine.

And I had only just begun.

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First-Person POV – Arata Gojo

:Cracked apartment shrine – Dawn, Age 3, Month 5

The world had stilled.

Not in the peaceful way. No — in the quiet-before-the-avalanche kind of way.

The kind where you know something has shifted, and even the walls are holding their breath.

My knees ached. My palms were bruised. Chalk dust clung to the sweat on my neck, and my ribs flared with every breath. But I stayed kneeling.

I'd finished the routine. All of it.

Hamon, Ki, Cursed Energy. One week. Three foundations.

The system must've sensed it too, because the room went cold for a second — like a shadow passed between me and the light.

Then a flicker of gold flashed across my inner vision, and lines of glowing text spilled forth like a prophecy printed in code.

[System Notification] –

Name: Arata Gojo (Reincarnated: Elias Thorne)

Age: 3 years, 5 months

Level: 5

Bloodline: Gojo / ???

Trait Detected: Void Aura – Dormant

Abilities: Stand (Locked)

Skill Tree: Fragmented – 3 new paths discovered

Str 4

Speed 3

Int 5

End 3

Sta 3

Mag 0 (Locked)

C.Energy 3

Hamon: 2

Ki: 3

Unused points: 15 (5*3)

Ability

Skill (Locked)

Thread Awareness (6 hrs/day): Passive cursed presence detection

Calm Mind: Resists emotional instability, panic

Ripple Clarity: Increases focus and reaction under pressure

Body-Mind Sync: Physical coordination and muscle development increase with Ki training

[Quest Completion Log]

Train Like No One Sees You – Ongoing

Thread Meditation – Complete

Breathe Between the Strikes – Complete

Master the Morning Silence – Complete

I blinked.

It took a second for it all to settle — not the text, but the weight behind it.

"Three paths..." I muttered under my breath, fingers flexing against the dusty floorboards.

"Three sources. Three engines."

Cursed Energy — hungry and cold, like trauma put into motion.

Hamon — precise, balanced, forged in rhythm.

Ki — warm and quiet, an ember pulsing at the base of my soul.

I hadn't even turned four yet, and I was already walking lines most full-grown sorcerers would never dare cross. Not because I was reckless… but because I was allowed.

No, more than that.

Because I'd earned it.

I leaned back, letting my bruised knuckles rest on the floor behind me as I stared at the cracked ceiling

This body… this world… it bends when I push it just right.

I do the work — and the system answers.

It wasn't handed to me.