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

"Did Satoshi really say that? Has he actually forged a second Zanpakutō?"

The elderly man reclined on his chair, gazing at Satoru, who had not appeared for some time, a trace of doubt flickering in his eyes.

"Yes, Clan Head! The Zanpakutō is called Suzumushi."

Satoru's childish voice reached the old man's ears, causing a strong ripple in his heart.

"However, Suzumushi was taken by Shunichi to carry out a mission, so Satoshi has no way to prove that Suzumushi is indeed a Zanpakutō…"

Satoru explained, worried that the old man would doubt his words.

The old man, sensing his emotions, shook his head, looking deeply at Satoru before whispering,

"Satoru, do you think I'm surprised about the appearance of a second Zanpakutō?"

The old man sighed.

"It was always within my expectations that Satoshi would be able to forge another Zanpakutō. As long as he was given enough materials to experiment and learn from his mistakes, I believed that with his talent, he would eventually establish a systematic forging method."

Satoru frowned in confusion. If the clan leader truly believed in Satoshi's abilities, why did he cut off his access to cursed tools?

The last time he personally requested materials, the old man had coldly refused.

In Satoru's eyes, such actions clearly indicated a lack of trust in Satoshi.

Seeing Satoru's black-and-white thinking, the old man smiled knowingly and said,

"That… is what actually surprised me!"

"I'm not shocked that Satoshi forged Suzumushi. What surprises me is that he grasped the situation so clearly and formulated such a rational response."

"It's simple to prove oneself with a Zanpakutō. If Satoshi wielded Suzumushi himself, he could have easily demonstrated its power."

"But the difficult part is this, when you possess undeniable proof, do you let your emotions dictate your actions, or do you make the best strategic decision?"

"Clearly, Satoshi chose the latter."

The old man's eyes shone with relief. Satoshi's decision had not been part of his plans, but it aligned perfectly with his intentions.

"I could have silenced all opposition in the clan and forced them to continue supplying Satoshi with materials until he successfully forged a second Zanpakutō."

"However, there is an old saying: 'A flood can be controlled, but the resentment of people cannot.' If I had forced the issue, the clan members would only grow more dissatisfied with Satoshi. After all, he had already spent a month proving that forging a Zanpakutō isn't a quick process."

"The success of Suzumushi was beyond my expectations, and that's wonderful! But think about it, Satoru—what if Satoshi had spent another month forging with the materials from the Cursed Tool Vault and still failed?"

"If you were another member of the clan, how would you view him?"

"Satoshi understood this. That's why, after I rejected you, he never sent Shunichi to ask me again."

The old man slowly stood up. His frail figure swayed slightly, like a withered leaf that could be swept away by the wind at any moment.

"Before, I was worried about the Gojo family's future after I passed. Would Kumaen lead the clan well? Would his stance on Satoshi affect the family's fate?"

"But now, after hearing Satoshi's words, I feel reassured."

With effort, the old man walked to Gojo Satoru's side, gently placing a hand on his head. His voice was kind yet firm.

"Satoru, I still believe that Satoshi is more suited to be the head of the Gojo family than you."

"Your mind is too straightforward."

"With your Six Eyes and your exceptional control over Cursed Energy, you rarely concern yourself with such trivial matters. Your strength alone allows you to bulldoze through most problems."

"You are strong—I know that. You will only grow stronger—I know that too."

"But there are many things in this world that cannot be resolved by brute force alone."

"The Gojo family is not just composed of powerful sorcerers; it also includes many ordinary people. These people rely on us for protection, and in battle, they could even become our greatest weakness."

"If we abandoned them, we might become stronger individually. But then… what would be the point?"

"Sorcerers exist to protect humanity."

Satoru listened quietly. He neither nodded nor refuted the old man's words.

As the Six Eyes bearer of the Gojo family, he had long pondered the difference between himself and ordinary people.

Everyone said he would become the strongest sorcerer. But what did that even mean?

Was it to change the world? Protect the clan? Or was it to safeguard all of humanity?

Satoru wasn't sure what his future path should be.

He had followed Satoshi all this time, claiming he was only interested in the coolness of a Zanpakutō.

But the truth was, he was drawn to his brother's unwavering determination.

Satoshi possessed something he lacked, a clear goal, a relentless drive to achieve it, an unshakable belief in the future.

They were twin brothers, sharing the same face.

They had lived in the same family for six years.

So why was there such a vast difference between Satoshi and himself?

After a long silence, a faint smile appeared on Satoru's young face as he softly spoke to the old man,

"Satoshi is indeed more thoughtful than me. Besides, to me, being the head of the Gojo family is nothing more than a constraint."

"I have no interest in competing with Satoshi for that position."

"But… I have to remind you of one thing."

"You may want Satoshi to take on the responsibility of leading the family… but have you considered whether he's even willing to accept it?"

"Now, at just six years old, he has a Zanpakutō, and his Kendo is already on par with masters like Shunichi."

"In the future, he will stand at the pinnacle of the jujutsu world, just like me. And when that time comes, do you really think he will care about the Gojo family the way you hope he will?"

"I have Six Eyes, and Satoshi has Six Eyes as well. One of us wields Cursed Energy, the other does not. But in the end… we both see the world the same way."

"You just told me that sorcerers exist to protect humanity."

"But what about someone like Satoshi, who has no Cursed Energy? Does he have an obligation to protect humans?"

A hint of mischief flickered in Satoru's youthful expression. Neither he nor Satoshi held any real attachment to the Gojo family.

What Kumaen sought so desperately was nothing more than a trivial game piece to them.

The Gojo family was just a toy.

Satoru was looking forward to seeing how the clan leader would convince Satoshi to accept this toy.

After all, unlike him, Satoshi had been scorned by this so-called "toy" for six whole years.

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