Heavenly Restriction User of the Gojo Clan: I Refuse to Be Cut in Half

Seeing Satoshi walking behind him with his eyes closed, a rare trace of warmth flickered in Toji's usually lifeless gaze.

He wasn't sure why Satoshi trusted him so much.

Not only had Satoshi followed him to the Zenin Clan's estate, but now he had even closed his Six Eyes entirely.

After spending time together, Toji had confirmed that Satoshi's Six Eyes functioned exactly the same as Satoru's, an unparalleled ability to process information in real-time.

The only real difference between them was that one had limitless cursed energy, while the other had none at all.

By closing his Six Eyes, Satoshi was showing complete trust in Toji.

This was the first time Toji had ever encountered someone like that.

Wasn't Satoshi being a little too trusting?

Toji exhaled a ring of smoke, stretched his shoulders, and his usually lazy gaze turned razor-sharp.

Every blade of grass, every tree, and every possible threat in the surroundings fell under his watchful eyes.

Since Satoshi had chosen to trust him, he couldn't afford to let the kid down.

—

Meanwhile, even as he followed Toji, Satoshi was already planning for the future in his mind.

The forging of Zanpakutō could never stop.

It was the foundation of his existence in this world. If he wanted to rapidly improve his Zanpakutō proficiency, the most efficient method was to lend them out and let others train with them.

However, he couldn't rely only on his Zanpakutō.

Nor could he depend solely on the skills extracted from Bankai, that method was far too random.

When opening a blind box, the best mindset was to expect nothing. That way, if he ended up getting something valuable, it would be a pleasant surprise.

For a while now, Satoshi had been considering a long-term plan, establishing a force outside the Gojo Clan.

That way, if he ever needed to act independently, he wouldn't be restricted by the clan's influence.

Everything he had said to Satoru before was genuine.

To him and Satoru, the Gojo Clan was nothing more than a toy.

If they weren't burdened by responsibilities to the family, life would be a lot easier.

But at the same time, Satoshi understood Satoru's nature.

Annoying as he was, Satoru wasn't the type to run from responsibility.

After being raised by the Gojo Clan, Satoru would inevitably feel obligated to uphold the clan's reputation.

Unlike Satoshi, who had no real sense of belonging to the Gojo family at all.

The only thing that gave him even the slightest motivation was the Gojo Clan's armory.

Although he had already taken some things from it, there were still plenty of resources left.

After all, the three major clans hoarded treasures that smaller families could only dream of.

Toji did promise that he'd work for me once he got his Zanpakutō. But at my age, openly building a faction would be way too conspicuous.

What if… I had Toji set up a handyman shop instead?

That way, even if they eventually left both the Gojo Clan and the Zenin Clan, they would still have a place of their own.

There's always a handyman shop in every world, right?

Between "Urahara Shoten" and "Yorozuya," the latter is definitely more fitting for this world.

After all, there's no way Urahara Kisuke is showing up in Jujutsu Kaisen.

In the future, he and Satoru would probably end up enrolling in Jujutsu High together. When that happened, Toji would need something to occupy himself.

Otherwise, if he got bored and went back to gambling or assassination, they'd be right back to the original timeline's mess.

Yeah. Let's make Toji the manager of Yorozuya.

I'll be the boss behind the scenes…

Having finalized his decision, Satoshi abruptly opened his eyes.

His sky-blue Six Eyes locked onto Toji's back, causing the man's muscles to tense instinctively.

A sharp chill ran down Toji's spine, like a predator's gaze locking onto him.

On pure reflex, Toji glanced back, just in time to catch the mischievous smirk in Satoshi's expression.

His brow furrowed.

This brat is definitely up to something.

But he had no idea what it was.

Before he could ask, they arrived at the Zenin Clan's estate, where a group of Zenin servants awaited Satoshi at the entrance.

Among them stood the Zenin Clan's acting leader—Zenin Naobito.

His towering frame and forced, polite smile looked out of place against the backdrop of the estate.

—

At the same time, back at the Gojo Clan's residence…

Satoru was furious about the attack on Satoshi.

He hadn't expected a cursed spirit to appear this close to the Gojo family's mansion.

More importantly, the cursed spirit had actually taken control of a Gojo Clan member's body.

"Who the hell is behind this? Why is this cursed spirit so fixated on Satoshi?"

Satoru's Six Eyes swept across the entire estate, scanning for any signs of the culprit.

But—nothing.

Beside him, Shunichi spoke with a grave expression.

"Young Master Satoru, this wasn't an attack by an ordinary cursed spirit. It was a move made by a curse user. Kotetsu was possessed by a Cursed Object."

"We need to request the head of the clan's assistance to remove the object from Kotetsu's body."

"That's the only way we'll be able to trace it back to whoever is targeting Young Master Satoshi."

Hearing this, Satoru clicked his tongue in frustration but ultimately shut his eyes and stopped his search.

Then, without wasting another second, he turned and sprinted toward the clan leader's residence, with Shunichi close behind.

—

The Gojo Clan's patriarch sat in his room, his expression dark.

"Send someone to summon Ieiri Inamichi. In the meantime, make sure Kotetsu's body is preserved."

His white hair bristled with anger, like an aging lion still ready for battle.

Ever since Satoshi forged Senbonzakura, the elder had acknowledged him as a key figure in the Gojo Clan's future.

At this point, Satoshi and Satoru held equal weight in the family.

A direct assassination attempt on Satoshi, the heir of the Gojo Clan was nothing short of a declaration of war.

"The Dark Web was already cleaned up. Things should've been more under control… I didn't expect the curse users to already be targeting Satoshi."

"Then again… a weapon as powerful as a Zanpakutō would certainly make them nervous."

His eyes narrowed, gleaming with an intelligence that defied his old age.

He didn't have much time left in this world.

But the Gojo Clan was still far from being a family that anyone could trample over.

(To be continued.)