Transmigrated As Satoru's Father

The air was thick with malevolence in a dimly lit alleyway nestled between two looming buildings.

Shadows twisted unnaturally along the cracked brick walls, and grotesque shapes slithered and writhed across the ground—cursed spirits that had once been human. Their distorted forms emitted guttural noises, a chorus of despair echoing in the confined space.

"P-Please, no!" a man cried, his voice hoarse with desperation.

He was backed against the cold, damp wall, his trembling hands raised defensively. Sweat poured down his face as he gazed at the figure approaching him.

Mahito strolled forward, his stitched smile unnervingly wide, his hands stuffed casually into his pockets. His teal eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, a mix of amusement and detachment dancing within them.

"You're no fun anymore," Mahito said, his voice low and laced with mockery. "You were so much more entertaining when you were filled with rage, lashing out at those who made your life miserable."

The man's knees buckled as he slid further down the wall. "I-I didn't want to hurt anyone! They—they deserved it! I didn't have a choice!"

Mahito tilted his head, pretending to consider the man's words. "Ah, yes, your bullies. I bet it felt good, didn't it? Killing them, watching the life drain from their eyes?" He grinned wider, leaning down slightly. "But now... you've served your purpose. And frankly, you're boring me."

The man's eyes widened in terror. "No! Please! I'll do anything! Just don't—"

Mahito raised a hand, his grin turning cruel. "Anything, you say? Unfortunately for you, what I need right now is entertainment."

Before the man could protest further, Mahito's fingers glowed faintly with cursed energy. With a sickening crackle, he touched the man's forehead.

"Let's see what kind of art we can make from you," Mahito murmured, his voice dripping with sadistic delight.

The man screamed as his body contorted grotesquely, his limbs twisting and bending at unnatural angles. His flesh bubbled and warped, merging into itself as if it had a will of its own. Within moments, his form dissolved into a grotesque blob, joining the other disfigured spirits writhing in the alleyway.

Mahito stepped back, admiring his work like a painter stepping away from a completed masterpiece. "Much better," he said, clapping his hands lightly. "Now you're truly free... even if you don't realize it."

The blob emitted a guttural moan, barely resembling the man it had once been. Mahito turned on his heel, whistling a jaunty tune as he disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a scene of despair and twisted beauty.

"Can we talk for a moment?"

Mahito halted mid-step, his teal eyes approaching the figure perched on a rooftop above him. The man standing there had jet-black hair tied neatly, an aura of calm malevolence emanating from his presence.

'A special-grade sorcerer?' Mahito mused, narrowing his eyes.

He could feel the oppressive weight of cursed energy radiating from the man. It was potent, refined, and chillingly composed.

The man smiled faintly and leaped down, landing lightly on the ground, his dark robes flowing like shadows. "Ah, Mahito, I presume?" he said, calm and almost inviting.

"And you are?" Mahito replied, his grin widening as he studied the stranger.

The man touched his chest, bowing his head slightly in mock courtesy. "You may call me Kenjaku. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Mahito tilted his head, his grin not faltering. "Kenjaku, huh? I've heard whispers about you. What does someone like you want with me?"

Kenjaku chuckled softly. "Let's say I have an interest in individuals like you. Those who understand the beauty in the chaos of humanity and the potential it holds."

"Chaos, huh?" Mahito's grin twisted into something more sinister. "Humans are fascinating little creatures. Their hatred, fear, and desperate clinging to order are all so deliciously fragile. Watching them break... it's art."

Kenjaku's eyes glimmered with approval. "Precisely. Humanity's emotions, especially hatred, are the foundation of cursed energy. It's their struggles, their flaws, that make them so... ripe for evolution."

Mahito laughed; a low and eerie sound echoed in the dim alleyway. "You've got my attention. But you don't seem like the type to show up without a grand plan."

Kenjaku smirked. "You're correct. Let me share a vision, Mahito—a future where humanity transcends its pitiful limitations. My plan is simple: I will merge humanity with Master Tengen."

Mahito's grin faltered for a moment, replaced by genuine curiosity. "Merge them? What does that even mean?"

Kenjaku's expression remained calm, his hands gesturing slightly as he spoke. "Master Tengen is an immortal being, deeply intertwined with cursed energy. By merging humanity with Tengen, we can create a hybrid entity that surpasses the frailty of human form and the limitations of the current cursed energy. It will be a new step in evolution, one where humans and curses become one."

Mahito's teal eyes gleamed with interest as he stroked his chin. "That's... ambitious. But why would you need my help?"

Kenjaku's smile grew. "Because your unique ability to manipulate souls is crucial to this endeavor. You have an innate understanding of the human soul and how to reshape it. With your power and my plan, we can achieve what no one else has even dared to dream of."

Mahito chuckled, his grin returning. "I like it. But what's the catch? There's always a catch."

Kenjaku's expression darkened slightly. "There is one obstacle in my way. A woman named Kaori Kurosaki and a man you've already encountered—Seijuro Gojo."

Mahito's grin twisted as he nodded. "Ah, yes, the white-haired one and the fiery woman. I met them earlier. They were... intriguing."

"Seijuro Gojo has been meddling in my plans," Kenjaku said, calm but cold. "He seems to know more than he should and has already interfered in my attempt to acquire Kaori's body. His presence is becoming a nuisance."

Mahito's grin widened further, his excitement clear. "So, what's the plan? We take him out?"

Kenjaku nodded, his smile returning. "Precisely. With him out of the picture, no one will be left to disrupt our progress."

Mahito laughed, the sound echoing ominously. "Well then, Kenjaku, you've got yourself a deal. Let's collaborate. Seijuro Gojo kept interfering in my fun, and now... he must die."

The two figures stood together in the dim alley, their sinister alliance sealed, as cursed energy crackled faintly around them. The stage was set for chaos, and their plan to reshape the world had begun.

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"Uhm, Gojo-san," Jin said hesitantly, his fingers fidgeting on the counter.

"Yeah?" Seijuro replied, his tone casual as he leaned back in his chair.

"Uhm, I'm going to close the café soon, and while I know Kurosaki-san has her own home, how do you plan on guarding us if we live at different addresses?"

Kaori leaned forward, narrowing her eyes. "Yeah, what about it?"

Seijuro smirked as though the answer were obvious. "Isn't it simple? Both of you will stay at the hotel I'm staying in."

"EH?!" Jin and Kaori exclaimed simultaneously, their voices echoing in the café.

"What's with the overreaction—"

"Wait a damn minute!" Kaori interrupted, standing up abruptly. "You never mentioned anything about this!"

"Eh? But I did," Seijuro replied calmly, tilting his head slightly. "When I said I'd be your guardian, it naturally meant you'd stay close to me."

"Uhm, Gojo-san," Jin interjected nervously. "You didn't mention that part. Besides, I can't just leave my home. My father is old and needs me there."

"Hmmm..." Seijuro stroked his chin thoughtfully before snapping his fingers. "Have him stay at the hotel too. Don't worry about the costs—I'll cover everything."

Jin blinked, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find a response. "Wha—but the house! We can't just leave it behind!"

"I understand your concern," Seijuro said, his tone softening slightly. "But you're all being targeted. The house can be replaced; your lives cannot."

Kaori crossed her arms, glaring at Seijuro. "And what about me? You're just expecting me to pack up and leave my job?"

"Exactly," Seijuro said bluntly, meeting her glare without flinching.

"Hah?! I can't just quit my job! Besides, even if I wanted to, they'd never let me leave—"

"They'll sue you?" Seijuro finished for her, raising an eyebrow.

Kaori hesitated, her expression souring. "Yeah... those black company bastards would pull that."

Seijuro leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his crimson eyes sharp. "Don't worry about that. Black companies in Japan always pull those stunts to trap employees, but I've got connections. I can ensure they won't dare come after you if you leave. I can secure a job that values your talents properly—and pays better."

Kaori's mouth opened, but no words came out as she processed his statement. Jin looked equally stunned, his gaze darting between Seijuro and Kaori.

"You'd... do that?" Kaori finally asked, her voice softer.

"Of course," Seijuro said, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "I said I'd protect you both, didn't I? That includes ensuring toxic environments or useless jobs do not tie you down."

Kaori sat back down, still processing. Jin rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure how to respond.

Seijuro leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "So, are we settled? Pack your things tomorrow. I'll take care of everything else."

"Wait, but what about the threat?" Jin asked, his voice edged with concern. "What will we do after the threat is gone?"

Seijuro leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his interlocked fingers, a faint smirk on his lips. "Well... if that happens, I'll have to train you both at my compound."

"Train us?" Kaori repeated, her eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. "What does that even mean? We're not sorcerers like you!"

Jin scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Uhm, Gojo-san, I've never been in a fight before... I doubt I'd be much help."

Seijuro suppressed a sigh, his mind already racing through the implications. Training Satoru was demanding enough, and now he was considering adding two complete novices with no cursed energy experience into the mix.

'This is going to be a logistical nightmare,' he thought, though his expression remained calm and composed.

"Relax," Seijuro said, his tone confident as he waved off their concerns. "I'm not asking you to master jujutsu or become warriors overnight. I aim to teach you basic survival skills—how to defend yourselves and, more importantly, stay alive."

Kaori folded her arms, skepticism clear in her posture. "And you think we can just... learn that? We're normal people, not superpowered sorcerers."

Seijuro met her gaze, his crimson eyes unwavering. "You may be normal, but you can still learn the basics. For one, both of you can see cursed spirits, which means you have some latent sensitivity to cursed energy. I'll teach you how to harness that, even if it's just enough to protect yourselves. On top of that, we'll work on physical conditioning and basic strategies to avoid or escape danger."

Kaori's skeptical expression remained, though a flicker of understanding crossed her face. "It still sounds crazy. What if we can't do it?"

Seijuro's voice hardened slightly, though his gaze softened. "You don't have the luxury of doubting yourselves anymore. The world you've stepped into doesn't wait for you to adjust. If you want to survive, you must take this seriously."

Jin swallowed, then nodded hesitantly. "I... I get it. If it's for our safety, I will try it."

Kaori sighed heavily, leaning back in her chair. "Fine. But if I end up with broken nails—or worse—I'm holding you responsible."

Seijuro let out a low chuckle. "Fair enough. Just don't expect this to be easy. Training with me is going to push you both to your limits."

'And it's going to push my limits too,' Seijuro thought grimly. Between managing Satoru's advanced training and coaching these two on the basics, he was in for an exhausting few weeks. 'This better pay off in the long run.'

He stood, stretching slightly before addressing them again. "Alright, here's the plan: Go home tonight, pack your essentials, and make arrangements for anything you can't leave behind. After that, head to this address—it's the hotel where I'm staying."

He handed them a slip of paper with the hotel's details.

Kaori glanced at it skeptically. "You're serious about this."

"Dead serious," Seijuro replied, his tone firm. "Your lives depend on it. The sooner we start, the better."

Jin and Kaori exchanged uncertain glances but eventually nodded. "Alright," Jin said softly. "We'll do it."

Seijuro's faint smirk returned. "Good. I'll see you both tomorr-"

"A cozy little gathering, isn't it? The mighty Seijuro Gojo, playing babysitter to two helpless humans."

Seijuro's eyes widened, his body tensing as he whipped around to face the source of the voice. Standing at the café's entrance, a sinister grin plastered across his stitched face, was Mahito.

Kaori froze in place, her breath hitching as memories of their earlier encounter came rushing back. She instinctively stepped closer to Jin, clutching his sleeve for reassurance. Jin's hands trembled, his gaze darting between Mahito and Seijuro, seeking some safety.

Seijuro moved immediately, positioning himself between the cursed spirit and the two civilians. His crimson eyes burned with intensity, but his thoughts raced.

'How the hell did he sneak in here? Was I too distracted with Kaori and Jin to notice? Damn it...' Seijuro thought.

"Mahito," Seijuro said, his tone calm but brimming with authority. "I was wondering when you'd show your face again."

Mahito let out a low chuckle, casually trailing his fingers along a nearby table. The wood warped and twisted grotesquely under his touch as though it were alive and recoiling from him.

"Oh, don't act so surprised," Mahito said, his grin widening. "You're not the only one who can manipulate cursed energy. Besides, you seemed... distracted. Babysitting, was it?"

Kaori's heart pounded as she clung to Jin. "That's... the thing from earlier," she whispered, fear lacing her voice.

Jin swallowed hard, his body stiff with tension. He glanced at Seijuro, desperately hoping for some assurance from the sorcerer.

Seijuro's expression didn't waver as he muttered, loud enough for the two behind him to hear, "Change of plans. You're not going home tonight. We're heading to the hotel now."

Mahito's grin widened, his eerie laughter echoing through the room. "Oh, how sweet. Running off to hide already, Seijuro? I was hoping you'd put up more of a fight."

Seijuro didn't rise to the bait, instead glancing back at Jin and Kaori. "When I tell you to run, you run. Don't look back. Don't stop. Just get to the car waiting outside." His tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.

"But—" Kaori began.

"Trust me," Seijuro interrupted, his eyes still locked on Mahito. "Go."

Jin nodded shakily, gripping Kaori's arm. "Let's just do what he says."

Mahito tilted his head mockingly. "Oh, so you won't even introduce me to your little friends? How rude."

"Enough," Seijuro snapped, his voice cold and commanding.

Mahito's grin faltered slightly, but the twisted excitement in his eyes remained. "Interesting... You've been holding back, haven't you? Show me, Seijuro. Show me what you can do."

Seijuro didn't respond. Instead, he turned his head slightly and muttered, "Now."

Jin and Kaori hesitated for a split second before bolting for the door. Mahito made a move to intercept them, but Seijuro was faster. He stepped in Mahito's path, his right hand glowing faintly with blue energy.

"Your fight is with me," Seijuro said, his voice sharp and unwavering. "Let's see if you can handle it."

The tension between Seijuro and Mahito was palpable, the air crackling with cursed energy as they clashed.

Mahito lunged at Seijuro with a wicked grin, his hands outstretched, but Seijuro's movements were fluid and precise. Utilizing Aikido, he redirected Mahito's momentum, seamlessly spinning the cursed spirit away from him.

"Close," Seijuro muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing. He couldn't let Mahito touch him—one graze and his soul could be manipulated.

Mahito grinned as he regained his balance. "You're careful. Smart, but it won't save you."

Seijuro dashed forward, his stance shifting as he engaged Koppojutsu, targeting Mahito's joints and weak points with sharp, calculated strikes. A direct blow to Mahito's shoulder made the cursed spirit flinch, though the damage quickly regenerated.

"Annoying..." Mahito chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "Let's see how you handle this."

Mahito opened his mouth wide, an eerie, guttural sound escaping as a wave of disfigured, blob-like humans spilled out toward Seijuro. They writhed and moaned, their grotesque forms surging forward like a flood.

Seijuro's eyes widened, and his instincts roared to life. The familiar blue glyph appeared beneath him, its glow intensifying as he extended his hand toward the oncoming horde. A brilliant blue orb materialized before him, pulsating with a star-like rhythm, casting an ethereal glow across the room.

"Destruction..." Seijuro muttered, his voice steady despite the chaos.

The orb expanded, transforming into a massive blue beam that surged forward, obliterating the wave of disfigured humans. The beam continued, carving a gaping hole through the wall, light spilling into the dim space.

"Hahaha!"

The sinister laughter echoed above him, and Seijuro looked up, his eyes narrowing as he saw two Mahitos descending toward him.

"Tch!" Seijuro clicked his tongue, dashing to the side just in time to avoid their combined attack.

One of the Mahitos extended its arm, transforming it into a grotesque, elongated fist that shot toward Seijuro like a missile. Seijuro's eyes widened as the massive limb bore down on him.

"Destruction!" he shouted, thrusting his hand forward.

A blue beam erupted from his palm, instantly disintegrating the extended arm and the Mahito clone. The sheer force of the attack caused debris to scatter, the ground trembling from the impact.

"Hah... hah..." Seijuro panted, sweat trickling down his temple.

"Got you!"

Seijuro froze as he felt a touch on his back. Time seemed to slow as the realization hit him—the other Mahito had managed to sneak behind him. His crimson eyes widened in shock, his instincts screaming at him.

"Crap!" Seijuro thought, panic surging through him as he prepared for the worst.

Mahito's grin widened. "Let's see what your soul looks like!"

Seijuro braced himself, his mind racing to escape the cursed spirit's grasp.

-Fwoosh!

The atmosphere shifted violently, and the chaotic battlefield dissolved in an instant. Mahito blinked, now standing in a vast, otherworldly field of white flowers that stretched endlessly in every direction. Each petal glowed faintly under the light of an enormous moon hanging in the sky—a pale, ethereal blue moon that dominated the heavens, appearing impossibly close.

In the distance, a towering castle rose from the horizon, its grand spires piercing the sky. The structure dwarfed anything Mahito had ever seen, standing as tall as Mount Fuji, if not taller. Its luminescent surface shimmered like glass, radiating an aura of timeless majesty.

Mahito's eyes widened in disbelief. "Where...?" His voice was shaky, his usual confidence extinguished.

His body refused to obey him. A crushing paralysis gripped him, pinning him to the spot. His legs trembled under the weight of an unseen force, and for the first time in his existence, fear seeped into his soul. His willpower, once unshakable, drained away like water through his fingers.

'What... is this place?' Mahito thought, his breath shallow and rapid.

With great effort, he turned his gaze to Seijuro, who remained standing but unmoving. Mahito still had one hand on Seijuro's back, but there was no reaction from the man.

Seijuro's crimson eyes were open but devoid of life, blank and distant, as though he were a puppet with its strings cut.

-Ruffle.

The sound of footsteps on grass jolted Mahito from his thoughts. He spun around, his body screaming at him to move, to prepare, but his limbs remained unresponsive.

From the flowers emerged a figure—a woman of ethereal beauty, her long, golden hair flowing like a river of sunlight. She was clad in a gorgeous, opulent white dress, its intricate design reminiscent of a corset, hugging her figure elegantly. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight, and though her lips curled into a serene smile, it was devoid of warmth, as if she were merely wearing a mask.

Mahito's breath hitched. Her presence was overwhelming, an incomprehensible power radiating from her with such intensity that it made his very existence feel insignificant.

'What... is she?' Mahito thought, panic rising as he struggled futilely against the invisible force keeping him rooted in place. 'She looks like... a princess. But... this power. It's... terrifying.'

The woman's gaze shifted to Seijuro, her crimson eyes softening slightly, though her expression remained enigmatic. She spoke no words, but her mere presence spoke volumes. She was beyond comprehension, a being Mahito instinctively knew was not meant to be trifled with.

"What is this?!" Mahito's voice cracked, trembling with awe and fear as he glanced between the woman and the frozen Seijuro.

The woman tilted her head, her smile unwavering yet distant. Her gaze bore into Mahito, and for the first time, the cursed spirit felt truly small.

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Author's Notes:

Now, I want to hear your theories about Seijuro.

Also, Seijuro is a____.

A) Daddy material

B) Sugar Daddy

C) Cutie Patootie

D) House Housband

D) True Ancestor

E) All of the Above