Transmigrated As Satoru's Father

Satoru stood in the newly repaired training area, his small figure framed by the serene surroundings. He was clad in his usual training attire, his white hair gently swaying with the breeze. With his eyes closed, he took a deep breath, centering himself.

"Focus." Satoru muttered.

Satoru visualized the flow of cursed energy within him, like streams of water moving through a complex network. He recalled his father's instructions, the descriptions of "Blue" as a powerful vacuum force—cursed energy condensed to create an impossibly strong attraction. The mental image of collapsing everything into a singularity was clear in his mind, yet summoning it still felt like trying to grip smoke.

'Come on...you can do this,' Satoru thought, his brows furrowing slightly.

The air around him began to stir faintly, small vibrations rippling outward.

Toji watched silently, standing a short distance away with his arms crossed. Despite his Heavenly Restriction, which made him unable to see cursed energy or techniques directly, he could still sense the pressure building around the boy. The faint hum in the air and the subtle environmental shifts were telltale signs.

'Not bad, kid,' Toji thought.

He couldn't see the "Blue" forming but could feel the energy. It was like standing near the edge of a vortex—powerful and raw, yet incomplete.

However, Satoru's concentration was broken as he felt Toji's gaze on him like a weight. His blue eyes snapped open, annoyance flashing across his face as he turned toward the man.

"Can you stop looking at me? You're distracting me," Satoru said, his tone sharp for a child, though his voice was slightly pout.

Toji smirked, unfazed by the boy's irritation. "I'm just doing my job as the bodyguard," he replied, his voice casual but with a hint of teasing.

Satoru's eyebrows twitched, his irritation growing. "Hah? But you haven't even signed any contracts with Father yet!"

Toji shrugged nonchalantly. "Didn't need to," he said. "Your old man's got a big mouth, but he keeps his promises. I'm just... taking an early start."

Satoru narrowed his eyes, studying the man carefully. "So, you're doing this on your own accord? That's nice for... someone like you."

Toji chuckled softly at the jab, his smirk lingering. He could tell the boy was still wary of him—and rightfully so. Seeing your father almost killed by someone wasn't exactly the best way to make friends. But Toji didn't care about earning Satoru's approval. He had his reasons for being here.

Seijuro's offer wasn't just about money, though the five billion yen every four months was impossible to ignore. For the first time in Toji's life, someone hadn't looked at him like a weapon or a freak. Seijuro's words, the way he referred to him as a person rather than just a killer, had struck a chord he didn't want to admit existed.

Seijuro had offered him something no one else had before: stability. A chance to live without constantly being hunted or judged. A place where he could build something—even a family someday. It was a tempting escape from a life filled with blood and betrayal.

"Zenin," Satoru said, breaking the man's thought. "If you're here now, does that mean you won't try to kill Father again?"

Toji raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the blunt question. "Your old man's safe from me," he said, shrugging. "A deal's a deal."

Satoru studied him for a moment longer before letting out a small sigh. He turned his attention back to the training ground, still not fully trusting the man but deciding to let it go.

"Good," Satoru muttered. "Because if you hurt him again, I'll make sure you regret it."

Toji smirked, crossing his arms again. "I'll keep that in mind, kid."

As Satoru resumed focusing, Toji leaned against a post, watching quietly. Despite himself, he felt a flicker of respect for the boy.

'He's got guts,' Toji thought. 'Just like his old man.'

Toji's attention was drawn to a soft sound at his feet. "Meow!" He looked down and saw a small kitten with pristine white fur and striking blue eyes.

"Oh?" Toji mused, his lips curling into a faint smirk. The resemblance to Satoru was uncanny—if the kid were a cat, this would be it.

The kitten tilted its head at him, meowing again as its tail flicked.

"So, they got a cat now," Toji muttered, amused.

"Get away from him!" Satoru's sharp voice rang out, snapping Toji's attention upward. The boy was sprinting toward them, his expression between protective and annoyed. He scooped the kitten into his arms, cradling it against his chest as he glared at Toji.

Toji raised an eyebrow, leaning back casually. "So, you've got a cat, huh? What's its name?" His tone was neutral, more observational than curious. He wasn't trying to bridge any gaps with Satoru; he was just making conversation.

Satoru blinked, momentarily flustered. "Well... it's..." He looked down at the kitten in his hands. Its soft fur and wide blue eyes mirrored his features, and for a moment, he was lost in thought.

"Meow!" the kitten chirped, nudging its head against Satoru's hand.

A small, genuine smile tugged at Satoru's lips. He hadn't had the chance to name the cat before; the chaos of Toji's attack had interrupted everything.

"Meow!" the kitten called out again, making Satoru chuckle softly. He looked back up at Toji with a faint hint of pride. "I'll name him... Satoru Junior."

Toji's smirk widened. "Satoru Junior, huh? Fitting." His voice was laced with amusement, though his posture remained relaxed and uninterested in bonding.

"Mama!" a sudden guttural sound startled them both.

The worm-like cursed spirit emerged, easily climbing onto Toji's shoulder, its body writhing slightly as it perched there.

Satoru took an instinctive step back, his blue eyes widening. "You... keep that thing as your pet?" His tone was incredulous, his expression caught between disbelief and disgust.

Toji shrugged, scratching his neck lazily. "Not a pet. It's a cursed spirit I use to carry my tools. Handy little thing."

The cursed spirit made another odd noise, almost affectionate, as it curled around Toji's neck. Satoru grimaced slightly, tightening his hold on Satoru Junior as if shielding the kitten from the creature.

"You're weird," Satoru muttered, turning away to focus on the kitten instead. "At least my Satoru Junior is cute and normal."

Toji chuckled, amused by the kid's attitude. "Whatever you say, kid."

Satoru walked off with his kitten, watching Toji and his strange, cursed companion.

Meanwhile, Toji leaned against a post, watching the boy's retreating figure. 'A cat named Satoru Junior,' he mused, shaking his head. 'What a pair.'

"I'm back!" Seijuro's voice rang out as he strode toward the training area, a relaxed smile on his face.

Both Satoru and Toji turned at the sound.

Satoru's eyes widened in recognition before a smile spread across his face. "Father!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying a rare warmth.

Seijuro approached and gently ruffled Satoru's hair, a gesture that had quickly comforted the boy. 

Satoru closed his eyes, leaning slightly into the touch, his soft smile betraying the lingering unease in his heart. Despite his father's recent warmth, a small part of him still feared the possibility of the cold, distant man he had once known returning.

Seijuro seemed unaware of the depth of Satoru's thoughts, his expression calm and lighthearted.

"So," Toji's deep voice cut in, his tone casual but curious, "how was the meeting?"

Seijuro turned to him, his crimson eyes locking onto the taller man. "It went well," he said, smirking faintly. "They were easier than I thought to deal with."

Toji raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. "Easier, huh? Judging from what you told me earlier, it didn't sound like it."

Seijuro chuckled, brushing a hand through his hair. "Oh, they tried. Lots of posturing, lots of noise. But at the end of the day, they can't touch me. Head of the Gojo clan and all that. It's like playing chess when you already know their moves."

Toji snorted softly, amused. "Guess it helps to be untouchable, huh?"

Seijuro nodded, his smirk widening. "It has its perks. They hate it, of course. You should've seen their faces when I mentioned you." He turned slightly, glancing at Satoru, whose smile had softened as he watched the exchange.

"And you, Satoru?" Seijuro asked, crouching slightly to meet his son's gaze. "What've you been up to while I was gone?"

Satoru hesitated, glancing briefly at Toji before holding the kitten. "Well... I named him Satoru Junior."

Seijuro blinked, then burst into laughter, his genuine amusement echoing through the training grounds. "Satoru Junior? That's perfect! He does look a lot like you."

Satoru's cheeks flushed slightly, but he smiled. "Yeah... he's been keeping me company."

Seijuro grinned, ruffling his son's hair again. "Good. You need company when I'm off dealing with stuffy old men."

Toji observed the interaction silently, leaning back against a post. 'It's strange seeing a family like this in the sorcerer world,' he thought, his expression unreadable. 'Feels... normal. Almost too normal.'

Seijuro straightened, glancing between Satoru and Toji. "Well, looks like everything's in good shape here. Toji, I trust you've been keeping an eye on things?"

Toji shrugged, his usual smirk tugging at his lips. "Just doing my job. Nothing blew up, if that's what you're asking."

"Yet," Seijuro replied with a chuckle. "Let's keep it that way. For now."

"Seijuro-sama, here's the contract you've requested."

A servant approached with measured steps, their presence interrupting the moment. Bowing respectfully, they extended a rolled-up piece of parchment toward Seijuro.

Seijuro turned, accepting the document with a nod. He unrolled it, his crimson eyes scanning the contents carefully. The terms were laid out exactly as discussed—every detail of the agreement between him and Toji. It was thorough and concise, binding them in ways that would ensure mutual benefit.

Satisfied, Seijuro glanced over at Toji, leaning against a post, arms crossed, watching with casual interest.

"Well," Seijuro said, holding the contract out to him. "Here it is. Everything we discussed was written out nicely and neatly."

Toji raised an eyebrow, pushing off the post and stepping forward. He took the document, his calloused fingers brushing against the polished surface of the paper. His green eyes flicked over the text, reading each term silently.

"Five billion yen every four months," he muttered, his smirk widening. "Plus housing, food, and a 'home for my future family,' huh? You sure you're not overpaying for someone who tried to kill you a few days ago?"

Seijuro chuckled, unfazed. "Maybe. Or maybe I'm investing in someone worth the price."

Toji paused, his smirk faltering slightly as he glanced up at Seijuro. There was something in the man's tone—a weight to his words that carried more than just a business transaction. It was an acknowledgment, almost an understanding, that seemed to throw Toji off balance for a brief moment.

Toji looked back at the contract, his expression unreadable as he traced a finger along the edge of the parchment. "You trust me enough to sign this?" he asked, his tone laced with skepticism.

"I trust myself enough to handle you if you try anything funny," Seijuro quipped, his grin sharp. "But I'm also giving you a chance, Toji. Take it or leave it."

Toji was silent momentarily, the faintest flicker of contemplation crossing his face. Then, with a chuckle, he reached for the pen the servant had handed him alongside the contract.

"Fine," Toji said, his grin returning. "You've got yourself a deal, Gojo."

With a swift stroke, he signed his name at the bottom of the contract. The ink glistened faintly under the light before setting, sealing the agreement.

Seijuro took the parchment back, inspecting the signature before nodding. "Welcome to the Gojo clan, Toji Zenin," he said, his tone carrying a mix of finality and satisfaction.

Toji leaned back, crossing his arms once more. "Don't get too used to me being polite," he said, smirking. "I'm still me."

"And I'm still me," Seijuro replied with a grin. "This should be interesting."

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-Creak!

A sound echoed across the serene beach as a door, incongruously set in the middle of the sandy shore, slowly opened. The tropical tranquility was momentarily disturbed, palm trees swaying lightly in the breeze as though acknowledging the disturbance.

The man lying on the beach bed turned his head lazily. His short, slicked-back dark hair glistened faintly under the sun, and his mustache twitched in mild curiosity. His narrow eyes sharpened slightly as he observed the new arrival.

An unusual aquatic creature resembling a vibrant red octopus emerged from the door. Its circular head gleamed in the sunlight, striped tentacles writhing around its mouth. It possessed muscular arms with four fingers each and a caterpillar-like lower body, covered modestly by a white cloth draped over its head and back. Its large, round eyes gleamed with an almost innocent intensity, though it was far from harmless. In its mouth, it clutched a rolled-up newspaper.

"Boo! Bwoo!" the creature chirped in greeting, its strange vocalizations resonating like a warped symphony of underwater sounds.

The man smiled faintly, sitting up slightly on the beach bed. "Ah, Dagon, you've brought me a newspaper." His tone was calm and measured but carried an undercurrent of authority.

He reached out and took the newspaper from Dagon's mouth, unfurling it and scanning its contents.

The headline immediately caught his attention: "Blue Laser Chaos: Unseen Battle in Tokyo Streets." The accompanying story detailed the fight between Toji Zenin and Seijuro Gojo, unleashing destructive beams that ordinary civilians had reportedly seen.

"Ah, the battle in Tokyo," the man mused aloud, his voice tinged with amusement. His gaze shifted to Dagon, who swayed slightly as if in acknowledgment. "Anything more than this?" he asked, his interest piqued.

"Bwoo! Boo!" Dagon responded, shaking its tentacles dramatically.

The man raised an eyebrow. "Ah, I see. The newspapers are being confiscated, and the information is being suppressed. Typical of the higher-ups to cover such things up." He folded the paper neatly and slipped it into the pocket of his yukata. "Still, it's fascinating. Normal people seeing cursed techniques... That hasn't happened before. Perhaps Seijuro Gojo has some unusual connection to this anomaly."

His narrow eyes glinted with intrigue as he stroked his chin. "He might be... beneficial to my plans." Turning back to Dagon, he continued, "Dagon, I want you to keep an eye on Seijuro Gojo. Observe him discreetly and report anything unusual."

Dagon's large eyes blinked in protest as it shook its head vehemently. "Bwoo! Bwoo!"

The man's eyes widened in surprise. "He hired Toji Zenin as a bodyguard for the Gojo clan? That is unexpected..." His tone shifted, thoughtful and measured. "Seijuro Gojo seems to be full of surprises. Still, for now, it would be prudent to proceed with caution. They can be ignored... temporarily."

He leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping against the arm of the beach bed. "Dagon," he said after a moment, "I have a new assignment for you. Seek out a woman named Kaori Itadori. She'll be crucial for the next step of the plan. Find her, eliminate her—but ensure her body remains intact."

Dagon tilted its head as though considering the request before letting out a low, affirmative trill.

"Bwoo! Bwoo!"

The man's lips curled into a faint smile as he watched the creature prepare to leave. "Good. Report back to me once it's done. The pieces are moving, and we're closer than ever."

With that, Dagon turned and slithered back toward the mysterious door it had come from, its movements smooth and eerily silent. The man remained seated, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the ocean met the sky, the faint traces of a smirk still lingering on his face.

"Seijuro Gojo," he murmured, his tone dripping with curiosity. "Let's see what kind of ripple you'll create in this world..."

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Author's Notes:

Hey, ya'll! I'm not sure who Kenjaku possessed before Geto and Kaori. So, enjoy this random guy who looked like the Kamo guy that Kenjaku possessed. Also, don't forget to give power stones!