Transmigrated As Satoru's Father

Two days had passed...

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the worn training ground. The air was cool but charged with anticipation. Seijuro stood opposite Satoru, their eyes locked as they prepared for the sparring session.

Over the past two days, Satoru has been showing remarkable improvement, but today, Seijuro has decided to test him in a new way.

Earlier that morning, Seijuro had given Satoru specific instructions. "Weaken your Infinity," he had said calmly. "You can't always rely on it. You need to learn to fight without it, especially in close combat."

Satoru had blinked in confusion at first. Infinity was his shield, the ultimate defense that created an infinite space between him and anything that came near. No one could touch him while it was active. It worked by slowing down anything approaching him to an infinitely slow speed, essentially creating an impenetrable barrier. So, naturally, Satoru was confused by the request. No one could bypass his Infinity—at least, he had been led to believe.

But Seijuro had asked nicely. He wasn't commanding him or criticizing him. He wanted Satoru to broaden his abilities. And because of that, Satoru agreed, trusting his father's judgment.

Seijuro had also advised him to use cursed energy to augment his physical abilities during close combat. The suggestion had made sense to Satoru. Cursed energy wasn't just for casting techniques; it could also be channeled into the body to enhance speed, strength, and reflexes. It was crucial for sorcerers, especially in hand-to-hand combat.

Now, they stood on the training grounds, ready to put everything into practice. Seijuro clapped his hands once, signaling the beginning of the spar.

Satoru immediately dropped into a stance, his eyes sharp as he analyzed his father's every move with his Six Eyes. He was slightly perplexed, though—Seijuro wasn't emitting any energy.

There was no cursed energy signature nor trace of the strange, unknown energy he had felt two days ago when his father released that powerful aura. But that didn't bother him too much. After all, it was his father who had taught him everything he knew.

They circled each other slowly, the tension building. Suddenly, Seijuro lunged forward with surprising speed, his movements fluid and sharp.

Satoru reacted quickly, using a burst of cursed energy to enhance his speed, sidestepping the attack quickly. His father wasn't using cursed energy, but his natural reflexes were shockingly fast.

Satoru's eyes narrowed. He could see his father's movements, yet there was something different about how he fought now.

It felt... instinctive.

Even without cursed energy, Seijuro was moving with incredible precision, almost as though he had been trained in combat for a lifetime.

Seijuro followed up with a low strike, and Satoru barely had time to block.

The force of the impact sent a small tremor through his arms, making him realize just how physically strong his father was. But Satoru wasn't about to back down. He countered with a sharp kick aimed at Seijuro's midsection; channeling cursed energy into his legs for added power.

Seijuro anticipated the attack and sidestepped, but Satoru was quick. He twisted his body, using the momentum of his missed kick to follow through with a low sweep aimed at Seijuro's legs.

Seijuro's foot slipped slightly, his balance momentarily faltering.

Satoru's eyes lit up in excitement. He had managed to catch his father off guard! A small grin crept onto his face.

But before Satoru could press his advantage, Seijuro quickly regained his footing, his body flowing into a smooth recovery. In an instant, he was back on balance, and Satoru's grin faded, replaced by surprise.

'How...?' Satoru thought, his Six Eyes capturing every detail but unable to predict how effortlessly his father had recovered.

Seijuro's expression remained calm, but he was inwardly pleased. Without missing a beat, he counterattacked, shifting his weight and launching a quick, precise strike at Satoru's torso.

The move was sudden—too fast for Satoru to fully react.

Satoru's eyes widened, and despite his enhanced vision and reflexes, he failed to notice the subtle shift in Seijuro's stance until it was too late. His father's fist connected, and Satoru stumbled backward, his feet slipping on the dirt. He hit the ground with a soft thud, a cloud of dust rising around him.

Seijuro stepped back, offering his son a hand. "That's enough for now. Let's take a break."

Satoru blinked at his father, a mix of shock and admiration in his eyes. Even without cursed energy, Seijuro had managed to knock him down. He accepted his father's hand, pulling himself to his feet.

Seijuro smiled as he looked at his son. "You've made incredible progress, Satoru. In just two days, you've improved so much."

Satoru, still catching his breath, glanced at his father. "But... how did you move so quickly, Father? I couldn't see the attack coming."

Seijuro chuckled softly. "Sometimes, it's not about cursed energy or special techniques. It's about instinct and practice. You can't always rely on your Six Eyes or Infinity to protect you. Sometimes, you'll need to trust your own body."

Satoru nodded, absorbing the lesson. He had learned a lot during these two days, but this sparring session had shown him that there was still much more to learn. His father wasn't just a powerful sorcerer—he was a skilled fighter in his own right, with years of experience guiding him.

"Since you've made such incredible progress, how about we go out and get some mochi?" Seijuro said, a warm smile on his face.

Satoru's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected his father to suggest another outing, let alone for something as simple as mochi. In the past, his father had always been strict and rigid, focused on training and discipline. Outings like this were rare—if they happened at all.

"Mochi... again?" Satoru muttered under his breath, but despite his confusion, there was a small flicker of excitement in his eyes.

He was starting to grow fond of these moments with his father, though he didn't fully understand why things had changed so drastically.

Seijuro smiled again, seeing the faint glimmer of enthusiasm on Satoru's face. His first plan—slowly building trust and bonding with his son—was going smoothly.

"You go ahead and change your clothes," Seijuro said, glancing around at the dirt and dust from their sparring session. "I'll clean up this area."

Satoru raised one of his brows, clearly puzzled. "But Father, we have servants who can do that."

Seijuro waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry, I can handle it. You see, Satoru, learning how to do things for yourself is important. While we have servants to help us, you should never rely solely on them for tasks you can do independently. Independence is key. In life, you'll find that being able to handle things yourself will make you stronger and more self-reliant."

Satoru blinked, absorbing the words. This was yet another lesson that his old father would never have taught him. He had always been surrounded by people who catered to him, but now his father encouraged him to learn independence. It was a new perspective, one that intrigued Satoru.

"Yes, Father," Satoru replied, nodding thoughtfully.

"Good. Now go on and get changed," Seijuro said with a grin.

Satoru hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded again and took off running toward the house to change, the faint sound of his footsteps echoing through the training grounds.

As Seijuro watched him go, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Little by little, his bond with Satoru was growing stronger, and it felt like his plan to guide his son toward independence and trust was beginning to take root.