Bah, you lowly wretch!

If one word were to describe Akesato's life, it would be "rollercoaster."

Ups and downs, extraordinarily thrilling.

He won the lottery, thinking he could live an easy life from then on, only to be hit by a car moments later.

He thought he was dead for sure, but unexpectedly transmigrated, and with a golden start at that.

Kamo Noritsuna.

In Japan, where lineage is highly valued, he was the young master of the Kamo family, one of the oldest of the Three Great Families, and the sole legitimate son.

Special note: The family was so ancient that it still practiced monogamy with multiple concubines.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he was undoubtedly the future Family Head.

It was practically a guaranteed win, wasn't it?

Wait, Three Great Families, Kamo?

Isn't this the setting of "Jujutsu Kaisen"?

While it was cause for celebration to figure out what world he had transmigrated to, the legitimate son of the Kamo family... was a good-for-nothing. In the original work, he didn't even have a name.

The Kamo family was a clan that wielded supernatural power—Jujutsu—and inherently adhered to the principle of Jujutsu Supremacy.

Those who inherited a Cursed Technique were considered divine; those who didn't were no different from dust and ants.

It didn't matter if you were the legitimate son.

No, the status of legitimate son would instead become a burden.

The higher you were lifted, the harder you would fall.

However, because the determination of Cursed Technique inheritance didn't happen at birth but around the age of six to eight years old, Kamo Noritsuna could temporarily still enjoy the treatment of a legitimate son.

Once his "expiration date" passed, he would immediately fall from heaven to hell—a fate more unbearable than being born into hell.

Without experiencing hope, one would never understand despair.

When the fact that Kamo Noritsuna lacked Jujutsu Sorcerer aptitude was exposed, his biological parents, the Kamo head and his main wife, made a decision that was as cold-blooded as it was ruthless.

A status swap.

The concubine's son, Kamo Noriki, born to Kamo Hayami at the time, was now the legitimate son, and Kamo Noritsuna was the useless concubine's son.

Since information was kept confidential before the aptitude determination, manipulation was easy.

The reason was simple.

The son of the main wife had no talent, but a concubine gave birth to someone capable of inheriting the family. This would greatly shake the main wife's position.

To protect her status, and for the so-called "stability" of the family.

Not only must it be done, but it must be done thoroughly.

While spreading news externally and rumors internally, slandering the concubine's reputation, they also tried to persuade the concubine "with reason and emotion," saying that if she left, the family would truly be stable, and her child would have a bright future.

As for the cruelty of forcibly taking the child from his mother, the concubine's and Kamo Noriki's own thoughts, and even the emotions of the legitimate son who was forced to hide his name, who cared?

A mere concubine of humble origin couldn't stir up trouble, and neither could two children.

As the main wife had expected, the concubine made the "wise" choice to leave the Kamo family, severing all ties, and even persuaded Kamo Noriki to accept reality.

The only unexpected thing was the choice of his biological son, Kamo Noritsuna, who, using the excuse that if he couldn't be a Jujutsu Sorcerer, he might as well be an ordinary person, left with the concubine.

However, this was not a big deal. From the moment Kamo Noriki was declared the legitimate heir, Kamo Noritsuna had no connection with the main wife. Rather, it was better this way, completely erasing traces and leaving no hidden dangers.

This was exactly what Kamo Noritsuna wanted. The choices of the transparent person in the plot didn't matter; what mattered was that the transmigator Kamo Noritsuna no longer wanted to stay in a place of Jujutsu Supremacy, enduring cold glances.

The outside world was so vast, why hang himself on one tree?

Without them, without Jujutsu, he could still live a good life. If he couldn't even do that, his twenty-six years of previous life would have been in vain.

Even if leaving the family required accepting a very strict Kikaku—"Kikaku," the ancient name for a contract, which, when imbued with cursed energy, becomes a clause with compulsory guarantees, and violators would pay a heavy price.

Even if he had to live in a designated location and be monitored by the Kamo family for five years, it didn't matter. Youth was the greatest capital.

However, Akesato had calculated everything, except for the fact that the god of destiny was a lunatic who never played by the rules. You thought you had her figured out, only to find she was going commando.

Just as he moved, his golden finger awakened—the Pokémon Trainer System, complete with a beginner's gift package: a Pokémon Egg.

Upon hatching, it was a Ralts, the initial form of Kirlia.

Akemi's mood at that moment could be summarized in four words—

Fan Jin passing the imperial examination.

If he hadn't gotten hungry at the end, he could have been high all day.

After that, there was nothing much to say, just Pokémon raising.

Akemi didn't say much.

Living in the Jujutsu world, she wasn't restricted by common sense. Moreover, she knew Akemi was an unusual child.

He raised it for eight years, nurturing Ralts into Gardevoir.

At this level, very few could pose a threat to Akemi. The age, timing, and conditions were all right.

It's time to descend the mountain and enter the world.

Not using the advantage of foresight is a waste.

Having the Pokémon Trainer System but only one Pokémon is also a waste.

"Mom, thank you for your hard work these past eight years. From now on, you don't have to mistreat yourself anymore. Go chase a better future with all your might."

These words were spoken to Akemi, and also to Akesato himself.

Weren't these eight years of forbearance just for the day he wouldn't have to forbear anymore?

The Boy stood up, holding his mother's hand in one hand and pulling Gardevoir with the other, conveying his intentions.

With the two most important people in his life present, he would forge ahead without hesitation.

Akemi didn't immediately agree or refuse her son's words. After hesitating for a long time, she finally asked a question:

"Regarding the choice you just mentioned, I want to hear your opinion. Do you want me to stay, or return to Noriki's side?"

"It's pretty much the same to me. If you stay, I'll support Mom for a lifetime. If you return to Noriki's side, you're still my mom. Can't I visit and support my mother? If Noriki dares to have an opinion, I'll beat him up. Just don't be too biased then."

Reason can take you anywhere, but without it, you can't take a single step. Moreover, he, Akesato, possessed both reason and physics.

"I understand."

Hearing this answer, Akemi finally felt relieved.

"My child has grown up. Mom can't control you forever. If you want to move, then move. It's indeed a bit too quiet here."

"Mom is the best~"

Perhaps accustomed to lifting her up, Akesato wanted to lift Akemi too.

Tokyo, here I come.

A broader world, more Pokémon, greater opportunities.

And Akesato's own ambition—having arrived in another world, he must show his true capabilities, lest he be unworthy of this second life.

Of course, he was immediately patted on the head by Akemi: "Don't be so disrespectful. Mom isn't a little girl you raised. I almost forgot, what's her name now?"

"Gardevoir."

"Gar~" Gardevoir responded, her obedience unwavering.

"Then, Gardevoir, starting today, you and Akesato will sleep in separate rooms."

"Gar (What)?" X2

"It was fine when you were little, but now you and Gardevoir have grown up. This isn't good," Akemi said righteously. "Or are you really planning to have a child?"

Akesato: "..."

If he remembered correctly, Pokémon and humans had reproductive isolation?

He subconsciously glanced at Gardevoir, only to find she was looking at him too, her big eyes full of purity and confusion.

Akesato slapped himself.

What was he thinking? Humans can't, or at least shouldn't...

Besides, she was only eight years old, just eight!

Pah, how vulgar!