Transmigrated As Satoru's Father

'I... can't... lose...' Seijuro's thoughts were scattered, his resolve wavering.

But deep down, he knew one thing: he couldn't give up. Not with Satoru depending on him.

Toji approached Seijuro with slow, deliberate steps, his green eyes glinting with cold amusement.

His heavy boots crunched against the ground, echoing in the silent alleyway. Reaching Seijuro, he bent down and grabbed a fistful of his white hair, yanking him upward with little effort.

"This is what the head of the Gojo clan can do?" Toji sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. He tilted Seijuro's head back, forcing him to look in the eye. "With all your blessed talents, lost to a monkey like me who can't even use Jujutsu."

Seijuro's heart sank. The words hit him like a physical blow, freezing him in place. He immediately recognized that line— the same phrase Toji had thrown at Geto in the Hidden Inventory arc. Hearing it now, directed at him, cut deeper than the pain in his body.

Toji's expression remained cold, though his grin flickered with disappointment. He had taken this job not just for the absurdly high payment of one billion yen but for the promise of a challenge. A fight against the head of the Gojo clan was supposed to be thrilling, a chance to test his limits against one of the strongest in the sorcery world.

Instead, Toji had found Seijuro struggling to even keep up, fumbling as though he didn't know how to use his cursed techniques at all.

At first, Toji had assumed it was a trick—that Seijuro was merely toying with him, luring him into a trap. But as the battle dragged on, it became glaringly obvious that wasn't the case. This wasn't a clever ploy or a masterful feint. Seijuro was simply... weak.

The thought filled Toji with contempt. Yet, there was also a hollow satisfaction. For years, he had been treated as inferior, cast aside by the sorcery world for his lack of cursed energy. Now, he was dismantling one of its most powerful names with nothing but raw skill and physical strength.

"I expected more from the head of the Gojo clan," Toji growled, his tone cold and biting. "All I experienced... was disappointment. A waste of my time."

With that, he slammed Seijuro's head into the wall behind him. The impact reverberated through the alley, sending cracks splintering through the stone.

Seijuro's vision blurred, the world spinning as a sharp pain exploded through his skull. He slumped forward, his body limp, his breaths shallow. Blood trickled down his forehead, pooling beneath him as his strength faded.

'Is this it?' Seijuro thought as his body sagged against the wall, his strength waning.

The world blurred around him, the sharp pain in his head pounding like a drumbeat. His breaths came shallow and labored, and the metallic taste of blood lingered on his tongue.

'I was given a second chance...' The thought echoed in his mind, heavy with regret.

He had been pulled from the mundanity of his previous life as David—a man who had struggled and sacrificed, only to have his life cruelly ripped away by others. Now, in this new world, in this new body, he had found purpose, a son to protect, and perhaps a chance to be more than the failure he had once been.

But here he was, once again staring into the abyss, about to die at someone else's hands.

'No...' The thought burned brighter, defiant. 'Not now... Not again!'

Something deep within him surged, a primal, unyielding force. He refused to let it end here, not while Satoru was out there, not while he still had so much left to do.

The air around him shifted.

Unbeknownst to Seijuro, a large circular glyph appeared beneath him, glowing with an intense light blue hue. The intricate patterns within the glyph spun and pulsed with raw energy, like the ticking of a cosmic clock. Sparks crackled in the air, illuminating the alley with a bright, electric glow.

Blue orbs began to materialize, springing to life around him. They spiraled outward in mesmerizing patterns, each orb adorned with star-like designs that danced and shifted as though alive. The energy hummed an ominous yet awe-inspiring sound that filled the air.

Toji's eyes widened. He immediately released Seijuro's hair and jumped back, his instincts screaming to move. His feet landed with a light thud a safe distance away, his body tense and ready. But his usual grin was gone, replaced by a look of genuine surprise.

'What's going on?' Toji thought, his sharp green eyes fixed on the glowing glyph and the orbs spiraling outward from Seijuro.

He could feel the raw, unfiltered power in the air—an entirely unfamiliar force.

Then, a troubling realization hit him like a freight train. 'Wait... now that I think about it... how did I see that huge blue beam yesterday?' Toji's mind raced.

He remembered watching the destructive display, vividly seeing every detail of the energy's trajectory.

'But how was that possible?' he thought.

He lacked cursed energy, and his Heavenly Restriction made him immune to its detection. Yet, here he was, clearly seeing and feeling something he shouldn't be able to.

'This isn't normal cursed energy... it's something else entirely.'

For the first time in a long while, Toji felt a flicker of unease. The man he had just dismissed as weak was now surrounded by an otherworldly energy. It wasn't just powerful—it was different.

Seijuro slowly lifted his head, his crimson eyes glowing faintly as he became dimly aware of the power erupting around him. He didn't fully understand what was happening, but one thing was clear.

"I will not die here."

Seijuro's instincts screamed at him to act. With every ounce of the newfound energy surging through his veins, he extended his hand forward toward Toji, releasing a massive blue beam. The energy roared like a storm, illuminating the dark alleyway with an intense brilliance.

Toji's eyes widened in shock as the beam surged toward him. He barely managed to leap onto the rooftop, avoiding the attack at the last second.

—BLING!

The blue beam tore through the alley, the sheer force shaking the surrounding buildings. Its light spilled into the open streets, catching the attention of passersby.

"What the hell was that?!"

"Did you see that?!"

"OH MY GOD!"

Civilians stared in shock and horror as the beam's destructive path lit up the sky, its glow visible from blocks away.

Toji, crouched on the rooftop, turned his attention toward the commotion below, his sharp mind racing.

'Ordinary citizens can see this too?!' The thought sent a shiver through him.

Whatever Seijuro was wielding wasn't normal cursed energy. It didn't follow the usual rules—it was something entirely new that transcended the sorcery world's boundaries.

His instincts kicked in again. He caught a shadow above him from the corner of his eye. He looked up, and there was Seijuro, standing atop a higher rooftop, his hand outstretched and glowing with that same, overwhelming blue energy.

"Haa!" Seijuro shouted, releasing another massive beam directly toward him.

Toji didn't hesitate. He leaped away again, the beam scorching the spot where he'd just been standing, leaving a crater behind. The force sent debris flying as the rooftops shook from the impact.

Seijuro landed on the rooftop with a thud, his posture steady despite the raw energy crackling around him.

The blood that had once trailed down his face was now dry, giving him a fierce, battle-worn appearance. His crimson eyes glowed as he locked onto Toji with a newfound focus.

Seijuro didn't know what was happening. He didn't understand the glyphs, the orbs, or even the immense power flowing through his body.

But he felt it—like a current of unyielding energy, surging and empowering him. He couldn't stop it; more importantly, he didn't want to. His entire being was screaming for release, a fight, and survival.

Toji's surprise faded, replaced by a wide grin that stretched across his face. His green eyes gleamed with excitement, his blood pumping in anticipation. This was what he had been waiting for—a real fight, a clash that promised more than just disappointment.

"Now this," Toji said, spinning the Inverted Spear of Heaven in his hand, "is going to be fun."