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Trailer/Teaser 2 for Chapter 7: Big Daddy Raga's Home
🕑 Added 2025-11-16 14:59:43 +0000 UTCIs it Wrong to have Comedic Potential in the Dungeon?
JJK Narrator’s Daughter POV
The recently kidnapped, disembodied voice, after calming down from her unsolicited multiversal trek courtesy of the machinations of a celestial amphibian, cleared her throat with a few theatrical “mi-mi-mi,” the giddiness palpable in her inflection.
(Though she couldn’t help but muse over the fact that, instead of lizard people, it was an axolotl who ruled the planes of existence.)
For those who wondered why her voice rang so oddly familiar, it was because they were hearing the same unmistakable pitch and cadence she’d inherited from her mother—the infamous Narrator of Jujutsu Kaisen. Yes, her mom is the most iconic narrator since the Big Three themselves.
(Better than the Bleach narrator, in her humble opinion. Oh, yeah, bitch—she’s absolutely going there. Her mom dunks on that Soul Society soundbox.)
But that was neither here nor there. She had other uses for her inherited voice trained to perfection since childhood—By the DBZ Narrator, she loved being a Nepo Baby—than graciously taking the opportunity to brag about having the coolest sounding mama in the world.
Now, onto her first professional narration (not directed by her daddy)!
If one were to ask Fushiguro Dosojin whether he felt that secretly taming for his next match would be as difficult for him as it would be for Fushiguro Megumi—cursed energy boost from Dosojin’s death obviously included—he simply laughed.
The urchin-haired young man, high off his recent power-ups and victories, stated that Megumi Fushiguro would never even conceive the cunning strategies and tactics his cultured brain could conjure.
(Though when he said it, he mangled the name of his body’s previous owner by slipping the word “Bum” into it.)
When she pressed him further on the methods he would use to make the taming easier for himself—ignoring his comment about how mesmerizing her voice is, like a professional—he responded:
“Oh, trust me. There’s more than one way to de-tusk a Barbie Dumbo, with a squirt gun sold separately.”
“Push-ups, sit-ups, and plenty of juice make a little wabbit hunting easy as pie. It’s the Elmer Fudge-approved method.”
“Want me to set you up with Inumaki? I feel like you two would vibe. Unless, of course… you want someone who can be as loud as you in bed.”
(She did not affirm the huskily uttered words flowing from the rouge-ishly curved lips of the amused sorcerer, but she did not disagree with them.)
She would come to find… that he, in fact, had no such methods, as demonstrated by his ultimately successful yet extremely frustrating attempt at taming Escape Rabbits.
∼5 Minutes Later∼
Tears streamed down the cheek of a drenched Jujutsu Sorcerer—courtesy of a certain pink elephant—as his form performed the Dogeza of Defeat: dropping to his knees, falling forward with arms outstretched and head bowed.
It did not help that he was surrounded by a rapidly multiplying, fluffy fellowship of heckling Shikigami. It was tiring enough to kill nearly a hundred of these carrot-eaters but having each replaced by a baker's dozen was debilitating for the soul.
He yelled, with sobbing hiccups, “I wanna! Sniff! I wanna be a Rabbit Shikigami Master!” The heir to the Zenin beat his fist into the ground with the fury of the unfortunately hairlined Prince, shouting, “I wanna! I wanna! I wanna! I wanna! I wanna! I wanna!—”
…Honestly? She’d still let him rock her world.
