Transmigrated As Satoru's Father

After returning to the compound with Satoru asleep, Seijuro returned to the training ground. Over the past two days, he'd focused solely on teaching Satoru Aikido and Koppojutsu, and as much as he enjoyed their progress together, he had neglected his training.

"Now that I have the time, it's time to train for myself," he murmured with a determined smile.

Since arriving in this world, he'd only just managed to sense cursed energy, a feat that relieved him. It wasn't much, but it was a start. His goal was to learn how to manipulate it effectively, especially if he wanted to use Limitless, the Gojo family's famous inherited technique.

"Since I can only feel cursed energy," he thought aloud, "it probably means I don't have Six Eyes."

It made sense. Having both Limitless and Six Eyes was extremely rare; in fact, Satoru was the only one in 400 years to possess both. Seijuro could sense cursed energy, but not with the heightened precision and clarity that Six Eyes granted. Instead, his perception was more like a raw awareness, rather than the enhanced vision Six Eyes would have provided.

"But as a Gojo, I should at least have Limitless," he reasoned. "And even if I can't use it to its full potential without Six Eyes, it's better than nothing."

If he faced Kenjaku one day, he needed to master every bit of power he could access, even if it wasn't at the same level as the future Satoru. It was his best chance of survival and of making a difference.

"Alright... let's try Blue," he muttered, focusing on the first application of Limitless.

Blue was the foundational technique of Limitless, creating an attraction point that pulled objects toward it by distorting space. Using cursed energy, Blue acted like a miniature gravitational force, a powerful pull capable of drawing in anything caught within its radius.

Seijuro closed his eyes, focusing intently as he began gathering cursed energy. He visualized it pooling in his arm, a concentrated force building up as he extended his hand toward the wall in front of him.

Unbeknownst to him, the foliage around him began to change in response. The leaves shifted from vibrant green to shades of orange, then dark red, withering as though life had drained them, only to return to green again. The cycle repeated-green to dead brown, then green again-cycling through colors as if time itself was flickering around him.

Seijuro channeled the cursed energy into his arm with all his focus, feeling it ripple through his body like an electric current.

Suddenly, a large, circular glyph appeared beneath him, glowing a bright, light blue. Sparks crackled in the air, and blue orbs sprang to life around him, spiraling outward, each orb adorned with intricate, star-like patterns that danced and shifted with the energy.

He opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the swirling orbs of light. His heart raced as he took in the sight.

"Is this... Blue?" he wondered, feeling a rush of excitement.

The orb before him didn't resemble the Blue he remembered from the manga. This was more ornate, with strange, star-shaped patterns that pulsed with life. It felt unfamiliar, yet powerful. But as he looked at it, he shrugged off the difference.

'I don't care,' he thought, a grin spreading. 'As long as it can destroy stuff, it's good enough for me!'

With that thought, he released the energy, his arm thrusting forward.

The orbs responded instantly, spiraling outward in a dazzling display. Blue beams arched and twisted through the air, leaving shimmering trails that filled the space with an electric hum. The energy beams spun outward like ethereal vines, swirling in beautiful, flower-like shapes that pulsed intensely. They cast an otherworldly glow, an ominous yet mesmerizing sight hinting at the sheer force within them.

The beams collided with the wall, and the impact unleashed a shockwave that shook the ground beneath him. The wall disintegrated; chunks of stone and debris blasted away as the energy surged forward, tearing through the forest beyond. Trees splintered and were reduced to ash, and a massive crater scarred the earth, marking the point of impact.

Seijuro stared at the destruction in stunned silence, his heart pounding as he took in the sight.

"Holy... I did that?" he whispered, a mix of awe and disbelief in his voice.

He looked down at his hand, still crackling with faint energy, his mind racing. This felt like Blue, but it looked and reacted differently. A sense of satisfaction washed over him-whatever this power was, he could wield it, and that was all that mattered.

Unbeknownst to Seijuro, this was not Blue.

It was something else entirely, a power unique to him, outside the realm of typical cursed energy. But for now, Seijuro was simply happy with his progress. This was his training, his growth, and the power he'd need for the path ahead.

"Father?"

Seijuro froze, the joy from his recent feat quickly tempered by surprise. He turned around to find Satoru standing at the edge of the training grounds, his hair tousled and his eyes half-lidded with sleep.

Behind him, a few of the servants stood, their faces pale and anxious as they took in the scene of destruction.

'Ah, with that much damage, it's no surprise they were all woken up,' Seijuro thought, a bit sheepish.

But Satoru's expression held something more than alarm. His gaze was sharp, analyzing the scene before him, his eyes narrowing as they settled on Seijuro. Once again, he could sense that strange energy radiating from his father; this time, it was even stronger than he'd felt two days ago.

The training ground lay in ruins, the wall and forest beyond reduced to rubble and charred earth. Seijuro should have been more cautious about the sheer scale of destruction, especially given his position as head of the Gojo family.

The Seijuro that Satoru knew would have been furious if someone had done this much damage to the compound, even punishing anyone who dared harm their property.

But what surprised Satoru most of all was his father's face.

Seijuro looked... happy.

"Father... why?" Satoru asked, his voice softer, a hint of confusion coloring his tone.

Seijuro met his son's gaze and smiled, unaware of the questions in Satoru's mind. "Nothing, Satoru. I'm just happy I was able to do it!"

His voice was brimming with enthusiasm, as if he had just conquered something impossible.

Satoru's brows knitted in confusion. "Huh?"

Before he could fully process his father's words, Seijuro suddenly dashed toward him, closing the distance instantly.

Satoru's eyes widened, and before he knew it, he was swept off his feet and lifted into his father's arms. The world tilted, and a moment later, he found himself cradled in Seijuro's embrace.

"F-Father!" Satoru stammered, his cheeks turning pink with surprise.

His father had never acted like this, been this affectionate, this carefree. The warmth of Seijuro's hold starkly contrasted to the strict, formal upbringing he had always known.

The servants watched with mouths slightly agape, stunned by the unfamiliar sight of their master laughing and holding his son with such joy. They had never seen this side of him before, and the scene felt almost surreal.

Satoru's initial shock faded, replaced by a soft, hesitant smile. Despite his confusion, a small part of him cherished this moment. He hadn't experienced this closeness with his father before, and while it felt strange, it also felt... comforting.

His father's joy was genuine, and as he looked up at Seijuro's bright smile, Satoru couldn't help but relax in his father's arms.

For now, the questions could wait.

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A tall, muscular man with mid-length, straight black hair walked silently through the dense forest surrounding the Gojo compound. His sharp green eyes scanned the area, his thick black eyebrows furrowing with concentration. A scar on the top right corner of his lips added to his hardened appearance. Clad in a tight black long-sleeve shirt that hugged his broad chest, he wore loose, tan training pants held in place by a black belt, and his feet were clad in black martial arts slippers designed for stealth and flexibility.

He moved with purpose. His mission was simple yet deadly: kill the current head of the Gojo clan, Seijuro Gojo.

A client had offered him a staggering one billion yen to eliminate Seijuro, a tempting sum that made him ignore the risks of facing one of the most powerful families in the sorcery world.

As he approached, a strange sensation stopped him in his tracks. A massive, unfamiliar energy surged through the air, making his instincts flare to life. Without thinking, he jumped back just in time to avoid a colossal blue beam that scorched through the forest, tearing through trees and leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

The assassin landed, his heart pounding as he took in the destruction around him. The sheer scale of the blast was staggering-trees lay shattered, and a charred trench scarred the forest floor where the beam had passed.

'Did someone sense that I was coming?' he wondered, eyes narrowing.

He had no cursed energy, which made him nearly undetectable to most sorcerers. And he was still far from the compound-yet somehow, someone had detected him and unleashed this massive attack.

Whoever was responsible possessed incredible power, far beyond what he'd anticipated.

Deciding to investigate, he followed the path of destruction, his feet moving quickly and quietly as he navigated the broken terrain. Soon, he reached a clearing and came to an abrupt halt.

There, amidst the devastation, stood Seijuro Gojo, the current head of the Gojo clan, holding a small, white-haired boy with piercing blue eyes-Satoru. The assassin's eyes widened slightly in recognition. Satoru was well-known throughout the sorcery community, a young prodigy rumored to have inherited the immense power of his bloodline.

But the assassin was surprised by more than the boy's presence. It was the scene itself. Seijuro was smiling, holding Satoru in his arms as the boy blushed, clearly embarrassed yet comfortable in his father's embrace.

The assassin's brow furrowed in confusion. In sorcery, family clans were known to be cold, formal, and strictly bound by tradition. Affection was rare, and warmth even rarer. Clans treated their members as assets to be honed and directed, tools in a greater scheme of power and prestige. Yet what he saw here was entirely different.

The Gojo head was smiling genuinely, holding his son as if he were... family. Real family, not just a clan member or a tool. The scene felt strangely intimate, almost normal in an unheard-of way in their world. This wasn't how sorcery clans behaved. And yet, here they were.

"Why are they like that?" he muttered, bewildered.

He just stood there for a moment, observing the scene in silence. The image conflicted with everything he knew about the Gojo clan and the sorcery world. It left him unsettled, a strange pang of something he couldn't quite identify.

He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. "Since my cover is blown, I'll continue this mission tomorrow."

With one last glance at the father and son, he turned and began retreating into the forest, moving as quietly as he had come.

But unknown to him, he hadn't been sensed by anyone. Seijuro had simply been experimenting with his power, randomly aiming at a direction in the forest without any idea that an intruder lurked nearby. The assassin's presence remained a secret, at least for now.