Transmigrated As Satoru's Father

Satoru led the way through the winding streets, his small hand still firmly held by David's. Despite everything that had happened, the touch felt foreign to Satoru. His father had never been the type to hold his hand, let alone let him take the lead. And yet, here they were. It was strange and surreal, but Satoru found himself oddly comforted.

After a while, they finally arrived back at the Gojo compound, the towering trees marking the entrance of the secluded estate. David breathed a sigh of relief, a wide grin spreading across his face as he spoke.

"At last, we're home!" he exclaimed.

Satoru blinked, his composure briefly cracking again. His father's enthusiasm was surprising—almost too surprising. The man who once carried himself with cold detachment was now... what? Excited? Joyful? It was difficult to reconcile the two versions of his father in his mind.

David turned toward Satoru, his smile softening. "Satoru, how was your mochi?"

Satoru glanced up, his expression carefully controlled, though the faintest hint of confusion lingered in his eyes.

"It was... delicious," he said, his tone measured, unsure of what his father expected.

"That's great!" David beamed.

Then, without warning, David reached down and ruffled Satoru's hair. Unlike the cold, distant figure Satoru had grown accustomed to, his touch was gentle and affectionate. Satoru's entire body stiffened in response. His cheeks flushed, a soft pink coloring his usually pale face.

For a moment, Satoru stood there, eyes wide, his breath caught in his throat. His father had never been physically affectionate, never touched him in a way that wasn't part of some rigid training regimen or correction. And yet, here he was—laughing, ruffling his hair, acting so... normal. Satoru's heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning with questions.

It hadn't even been a full day since everything changed. Just this morning, his father had been the strict, controlled man he had always known. At lunch, his father had barely spoken to him. The rigid expectations remained the heavy silence that had always defined their relationship. But then, in only a few hours, everything had shifted. His father had become a different person altogether—warmer, more open, more... human.

Satoru's mind raced, trying to make sense of it. It wasn't just his father's sudden change in attitude. No, there was something deeper at play. His Six Eyes, which allowed him to see the flow of cursed energy in ways others could only dream of, had been tracking a strange anomaly since their outing began. His father was emitting some form of energy—yes—but it wasn't cursed energy. It didn't have the usual ebb and flow of a sorcerer's cursed power.

It was different.

The Six Eyes couldn't fully grasp its nature, which troubled Satoru the most. It wasn't something he had ever seen before, which was unnerving. His father had always radiated a strong, controlled, cursed energy, but now... there was this new energy, something foreign that didn't belong.

'What is this?' Satoru thought, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried to analyze it further.

It wasn't dangerous—at least, not in the immediate sense—but undeniably different. And if there was one thing Satoru had learned from his Six Eyes, it was to trust them when something felt off. This energy felt off.

As they walked back into the estate, Satoru glanced up at his father more often, trying to piece together this new puzzle. His father was different. His energy was different. Everything about him had shifted so dramatically in such a short time, and Satoru couldn't help but wonder... what had happened?

Why did his father feel like a completely different person?

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"Welcome, Satoru-sama and Seijuro-sama!" A servant greeted them with a deep bow as they approached the compound's entrance.

David blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Seijuro? That was his name here?

'So Seijuro is my name, huh?' David thought to himself, finally piecing together the identity he had assumed in this world.

Learning his new name like this felt strange—he hadn't been introduced to it before. Still, the name felt... right, in a way. Seijuro. Strong, traditional, a fitting name for someone who was Satoru Gojo's father. It carried a certain weight that matched the importance of the Gojo family within Jujutsu Kaisen.

He was relieved. Seijuro had a dignified ring, a name with depth and presence. It felt noble, even if the person he had transmigrated into wasn't mentioned in the manga. That didn't matter anymore. This was his reality now, and Seijuro would be the name he carried. It suited the role he now found himself in—father to the strongest sorcerer.

"Satoru-sama, the bath is ready," the servant continued, addressing Satoru with the same reverence.

David, or rather, Seijuro, smiled down at Satoru, who remained silent but nodded in acknowledgment. The day had been long, filled with small but meaningful moments that had quietly shifted their dynamic. As they both stood in the compound's entryway, Seijuro couldn't help but feel that something had changed. And perhaps that was a good thing.

"Go ahead, Satoru," Seijuro said softly, his tone warm. "Enjoy your bath."

Satoru nodded before heading toward the bathhouse, clearly processing the day's events.

As Seijuro watched Satoru walk away, a small smile tugged at his lips.

"It seems my plan is working," he murmured to himself.

What had happened today was just a small step in his larger plan to bridge the gap between him and Satoru. He knew that one trip for Mochi wouldn't magically turn their relationship into something warm and close, but it was progress—a small but significant step in the right direction.

Now that night had fallen, Seijuro felt a bubbling excitement. He had been curious all day about his new powers. If he was truly a Gojo, then he should have either Limitless or Six Eyes—one of the two. He couldn't have both, of course. That honor was exclusive to Satoru, a once-in-a-generation phenomenon. But even possessing one of these powers would give him an edge, and he was eager to test it out.

Back in his old life, supernatural abilities were confined to fiction. But now? Now he was living in a world where these things were not just possible, but real. And he couldn't wait to see what he was capable of.

Excitement coursed through him as he darted through the compound, giddy like a child. His servants, ever vigilant, bowed respectfully as he passed, though some of them exchanged glances of confusion. It was unusual for the head of the Gojo clan to be running around like this. Still, they kept their thoughts to themselves.

After a short run, Seijuro arrived in a large, empty garden. It was serene, with moonlight gently filtering through the trees, casting silver patches on the ground. The place was perfect—quiet, isolated. No one would bother him here.

"Okay... so... how do I summon cursed energy?" Seijuro muttered, scratching his head.

He knew the basics. Cursed energy was the raw power of negative emotions like fear, anger, and hatred. In this world, sorcerers could manipulate that energy, shaping it into techniques and attacks to battle curses. This energy was harnessed through special inherited techniques like Limitless and Six Eyes for the Gojo family. It was all about controlling the flow of cursed energy within their bodies, a fundamental skill for any jujutsu sorcerer.

But there was a problem.

Seijuro had noticed it since earlier that day with Satoru—he couldn't feel anything. No aura, no cursed energy, nothing. It was unsettling, and it didn't make sense. As the head of the Gojo clan, he should have cursed energy. It was impossible for someone in his position not to have any... unless his position was temporary, a placeholder until Satoru came of age.

'Does Seijuro have no cursed energy?' David wondered, biting his lower lip. 'That couldn't be possible, could it?'

And yet, the absence of any energy within him was glaring.

"Crap, if that's the case, then I won't be able to carry out my plan to confront Kenjaku," he muttered under his breath, anxiety tightening in his chest.

He absentmindedly bit his thumb in frustration, his mind racing. What if everything he had been planning was for nothing? What if he was powerless in this world, despite having the name and lineage of the Gojo family? Without cursed energy, he couldn't protect Satoru or change the future. The stakes felt even higher now, and the weight of it all pressed down on him like a boulder.

But something strange began happening.

Unbeknownst to Seijuro, as his anxiety grew and his thoughts spiraled, a wave of energy began to radiate from his body. It wasn't cursed energy—it was something else, something foreign.

The entire garden around him reacted. The foliage began to change rapidly, as if time itself was speeding up. The leaves on the trees shifted from lush green to brown, then turned white with frost before falling away entirely. The trees stood bare for a moment before sprouting fresh green buds again, and the cycle repeated—green to brown to white, death and rebirth in a matter of seconds.

The energy pulsed outward, and the servants in the compound felt it immediately. Fear rippled through them, their faces pale with dread. The air around them felt thick, oppressive, filled with an unnatural force they couldn't comprehend.

"W-why is Seijuro-sama like this?" one servant stammered, trembling.

"I-I don't know!" another whispered, equally terrified.

None of them dared approach Seijuro. The energy radiating from him was unlike anything they had ever felt—powerful but unfamiliar and deeply unsettling.

Meanwhile, Satoru had just finished his bath in a separate part of the compound. He was drying off when he felt it—an immense surge of energy. His Six Eyes immediately registered the presence, but it wasn't cursed energy. It was something else, something foreign but no less potent.

"Father?" Satoru whispered, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the source.

Satoru bolted toward the garden without a second thought, following the strange energy trail. As he approached, the intensity of the energy became overwhelming. He could feel it in the air, almost like a living thing.

When he finally reached the garden, he saw his father, Seijuro, standing in the middle, biting his thumb and looking anxious. Massive in scale, the energy was swirling around him, yet it wasn't cursed energy.

"Satoru-sama..." a servant whispered weakly, fear evident in their voice.

But Satoru ignored them, his eyes fixed on his father, trying to understand what was happening. This energy was unlike anything he had ever encountered.

Satoru began walking cautiously toward his father, eyes scanning the garden as the strange energy continued to pulse through the air. However, the look on his father's face unsettled him more than the energy. Seijuro looked... scared. No, not just scared—anxious. His brows were furrowed, his eyes darting nervously. Satoru had never seen his father like this before. Was he... vulnerable? It was a side of him Satoru didn't know existed.

Or perhaps... was his father training?

As Satoru approached, Seijuro's anxiety spiked. He suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of energy wash over him in his distracted state. It was thick, suffocating, and undeniably negative. The weight of it bore down on him, making his heart race. He quickly turned around, eyes wide, and there stood Satoru, looking fresh from his bath, still in his blue hoodie—but that wasn't what drew Seijuro's attention.

It was the energy coming from his son.

"Cursed energy..." Seijuro whispered, his breath catching in his throat.

A wave of emotion hit him all at once. Relief washed over him like a tidal wave, mixed with something else—something he hadn't realized he'd been holding onto. Fear. The fear that he was powerless, that somehow he lacked the very thing that made him a part of this world and this family.

But now, standing before Satoru, he felt it. He could feel cursed energy. His son's cursed energy.

Seijuro's eyes softened as the tension in his body melted away.

"I can feel it," he murmured, the words barely audible but full of emotion.

His heart pounded in his chest, but now it was from the rush of relief rather than fear. The fear of being helpless in this new world had weighed on him all day, but this... this was hope.

"Father... what are you doing?" Satoru asked, his tone calm but curious, his piercing blue eyes studying his father's every movement.

Seijuro turned fully to face him, trying to rein in his emotions. "I'm just... training, Satoru... and I'm happy!"

Seijuro's face broke into a wide, genuine smile, his voice trembling slightly from the surge of feelings that had bubbled up inside him.

"Father?" Satoru blinked, confusion flashing across his face. His father's sudden shift in demeanor was strange, almost unsettling. He had never seen him so expressive, so open.

Without warning, Seijuro stepped forward and picked Satoru up, holding him close with an energy and excitement that startled everyone around.

"I can feel it!" Seijuro shouted, his joy overflowing.

It was as if the world's weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The realization that he could still sense cursed energy filled him with a sense of power, of belonging. It meant that he wasn't powerless. He wasn't an empty shell in this world.

Now in his father's arms, Satoru blinked in surprise, his usual calm shattered by his father's outburst. The Seijuro he knew would never act like this. The cold, controlled man he had grown up with showed an almost unrecognizable intensity. And yet, despite the strangeness of it all, Satoru felt something different in his father's embrace—something warm.

Even though he could still sense that strange, unfamiliar energy swirling around his father, something deep inside him told Satoru to let it go for now. His father's happiness seemed genuine, and Satoru didn't want to disrupt it for reasons he couldn't quite explain.

"Father..." Satoru muttered, his confusion still present but his tone softer now. He had never seen his father so alive, so human.

The servants, watching from a distance, were just as confused as Satoru. They exchanged bewildered glances but dared not approach. Their master acted in ways they had never seen before, but his overwhelming energy—strange and unidentifiable—kept them rooted.

Still in his father's arms, Satoru could feel the energy pulsing within Seijuro. It wasn't cursed energy, but whatever it was, it was powerful. And yet, for some reason, he found himself at ease in this moment.