Transmigrated As Satoru's Father

"Haa!"

Satoru dashed forward, his small frame a blur as he aimed a punch straight at Seijuro's midsection.

His determination was clear in his narrowed blue eyes, which sparkled with focus and a hint of pride, eager to show his progress.

Seijuro, standing calmly, watched the approach with a subtle smirk. When Satoru's punch was about to land, he sidestepped fluidly, his hands moving precisely. With a graceful turn of his wrist and a weight shift, he redirected Satoru's momentum, causing the boy to stumble forward.

"This is Aikido, Satoru," Seijuro said with a faint chuckle, spinning lightly to face his son again. "All about using your opponent's energy against them."

Satoru quickly regained his footing, his expression annoyed but not discouraged.

"Hah! You won't catch me off guard again!" he declared, charging forward again.

The sparring continued.

Satoru unleashed a series of rapid strikes, each one faster and more precise than the last. Seijuro, despite his bandaged torso and lingering pain from the fight with Toji, moved like water, his movements smooth and controlled. He deflected each attack with practiced ease, redirecting punches and dodging kicks as though he could read Satoru's mind.

Seijuro attempted a counterattack, sweeping low to catch Satoru off balance. But Satoru jumped back at the last moment, flipping in midair and landing with surprising agility.

"Not bad," Seijuro said, genuinely impressed. "You're improving."

Satoru gritted his teeth, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. Even with his Six Eyes, his father's speed was uncanny. He could see Seijuro's movements clearly, but reacting to them was different. It was as if his father's instincts were sharper than what his eyes could predict.

Satoru took a step back, creating distance between them. Seijuro tilted his head, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly in confusion.

"Why the sudden retreat, Satoru?"

A smirk tugged at Satoru's lips. "I'll show you my progress, Father."

Seijuro raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. "Oh? Let's see what you've got, then."

Satoru planted his feet firmly, his eyes glowing faintly as he concentrated. He raised his hand, and the air around him began to stir. The faint hum of cursed energy grew louder, causing the grass beneath him to ripple as though moved by an invisible force.

He was summoning Blue.

A small, vibrant blue orb began to form in the space just above Satoru's outstretched palm. It pulsed faintly, its color a deep, brilliant azure, and the surrounding air seemed drawn toward it.

Seijuro's eyes widened slightly as he watched his son. He hadn't anticipated Satoru going all out during their sparring session, especially not after the damage the boy's Blue caused in their training area last time.

Still, Seijuro didn't move. He remained standing where he was, his stance calm but ready.

"Well then," he said, a teasing smirk on his lips. "Don't keep me waiting, Satoru."

Satoru gritted his teeth, pouring more energy into the orb. It grew larger, its edges crackling with raw power. His hands trembled slightly under the strain, but his smirk remained.

"You said this wouldn't be easy," Satoru said, his voice steady despite the effort. "So, I won't hold back!"

The Blue orb in his palm shone brighter, its gravitational pull intensifying. Even Seijuro could feel its force from where he stood. But instead of being concerned, he chuckled softly, his crimson eyes sparkling with pride and amusement.

"All right then," Seijuro said, adjusting his footing slightly. "Come at me."

Toji stood a short distance away, leaning casually against a wooden post, his sharp eyes observing the spar between father and son. Despite his seemingly relaxed demeanor, his instincts were on high alert. The sheer amount of cursed energy swirling in the air made his skin prickle, even though he couldn't see it directly. The scene before him was fascinating.

Satoru stood in the center of the training ground, his young figure trembling slightly as he concentrated on maintaining the glowing orb of Blue in his hands. Meanwhile, Seijuro stood opposite him, his expression calm but calculating.

'How do I counter Blue?' Seijuro thought, his mind racing. 'Should I use Blue myself?'

The thought lingered as Seijuro watched Satoru, who seemed determined to unleash his full power. 'If I don't, I might be unable to keep up...'

Taking a deep breath, Seijuro closed his eyes. He reached deep into himself, summoning the energy that had erupted instinctively during his fight with Toji. The familiar sensation coursed through his body, electric and wild, as a glowing blue glyph appeared beneath him.

Both Satoru and Toji's eyes widened at the sight.

'That energy again...' Satoru thought, his gaze locked on his father. It's just like before, but stronger.

'I can see it...' Toji thought, his sharp instincts picking up on the intensity of the cursed energy. He frowned slightly, leaning forward. 'What the hell is that?'

Blue orbs began to materialize around Seijuro, their light, vivid, and sharp. They spiraled outward in intricate, star-like patterns, each pulsing with an otherworldly rhythm. The air around him grew heavy, charged with almost alive power.

Seijuro's instincts took over. His right arm raised, and the energy coalesced into a massive blue orb shimmered with swirling patterns. The glyph beneath him brightened, its intricate lines glowing fiercely as if responding to his determination.

"Here I go, Satoru!" Seijuro shouted, his voice steady but tinged with excitement.

Satoru's eyes widened in alarm. 'He's going all out!' he thought.

Without hesitation, Satoru unleashed his own Blue, the orb in his hands shooting forward with intense force.

Seijuro watched the incoming attack, his crimson eyes narrowing.

"Destruction..." he muttered under his breath.

The blue orb in Seijuro's hand burst outward into a massive beam, tearing through the air like a force of nature. The beam spiraled with star-like trails, its brightness lighting up the entire training ground. It collided head-on with Satoru's Blue.

-BOOM!

The impact was loud, and the collision of their techniques created a massive explosion of light and energy. A shockwave tore through the training area, ripping the ground and shaking the surrounding structures.

Seijuro and Satoru were thrown backward, their feet skidding across the ground as they struggled to maintain balance. Toji, despite his quick reflexes, was also pushed back, forced to plant himself firmly to avoid being toppled.

As the dust and smoke settled, the training ground was again left in ruins. A massive crater marked the area between them, evidence of the power both father and son had unleashed.

Seijuro coughed, brushing dirt off his yukata as he returned to his feet.

"Satoru," he called out, his tone tinged with pride and amusement. "You've gotten stronger."

Satoru groaned, sitting up and shaking his head to clear the dizziness. "You didn't tell me you were going to use Blue too, Father!" he complained, though there was a hint of a smile on his face.

Despite the exhaustion, Satoru was thrilled—his father had recognized his strength.

Toji, standing nearby, dusted off his pants and blew a low whistle.

"You two sure know how to make a mess," he muttered, though his sharp eyes lingered on Seijuro. 'That wasn't normal cursed energy... There's something off about him.'

Seijuro smirked, offering Satoru a hand to help him up. "Mess or not, this was good progress. Let's call it a day before we destroy the entire compound again."

Seijuro couldn't help but smile as he surveyed the aftermath of their sparring session. The training area was in complete disarray, but his heart swelled with pride. He could now control his cursed energy better. Satoru had successfully summoned Blue, and Toji had officially joined as their ally. While uncertain, the future felt less daunting with these wins under his belt.

"Gojo-Sama, what's goin—"

A servant's voice broke through his thoughts, but they froze mid-sentence as they stepped into the destroyed training area. Their eyes widened as they took in the shattered ground, the faint trails of scorched energy still lingering in the air, and the massive crater in the center.

The servant's thoughts raced. 'Didn't we just repair this?'

Yet, despite their internal frustration, they dared not voice their thoughts aloud. After all, Seijuro was the head of the Gojo clan, and it wasn't their place to criticize.

"Haha," Seijuro laughed sheepishly, scratching his head. "It seems... we got caught."

Satoru blinked at his father, a familiar feeling welling up within him. This wasn't the cold, distant man he had grown up fearing. This was the new Seijuro, lighthearted and even playful despite the situation. It was such a stark contrast to his old demeanor that it still caught Satoru off guard. But deep down, he liked this version of his father—the one who could smile even after causing a mess.

Satoru softly smiled as he held Satoru Junior, who went to him, in his arms as he stood quietly.

Toji, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leaned against a nearby post.

"You're the head of the Gojo clan," Toji said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "And this is how you handle wrecking your training grounds? By laughing it off?"

Seijuro turned to Toji with a grin. "What else can I do? It's already broken. Might as well laugh about it."

Toji shook his head, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips despite himself.

'This guy's not what I expected from a clan head,' he thought. 'Doesn't act high and mighty at all. It's... strange, but not bad.'

The servant, regaining their composure, cleared their throat delicately.

"Uhm, Seijuro-Sama," they said hesitantly, "should we proceed with the reconstruction... and the associated fees?"

Seijuro nodded immediately. "Yes, we should," he said, his tone suddenly more formal. He turned back to the servant, his expression light but resolute. "Let the finance department know they'll have the budget. I'll approve the documents as soon as they're ready."

The servant bowed deeply.

"Understood, Gojo-Sama," they said, though their gaze briefly flickered toward the wreckage with a faint sense of exasperation before they hurried off.

Seijuro turned back to Satoru and Toji, letting out a long sigh. "Well," he said, stretching his arms overhead, "looks like I'll be spending more time signing papers. Again."

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In a dimly lit office filled with the faint smell of smoke and a clutter of books, papers, and odd trinkets, a woman with long auburn red hair tied neatly in a ponytail leaned back in her chair. Her auburn eyes, framed by sleek glasses, flicked across the lines of an old newspaper on her desk. She wore a crisp white blouse under an orange-brown jacket, the color complementing the earthy tones of her surroundings.

A cigarette rested between her fingers, a thin stream of smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. She glanced up momentarily, watching it dissipate before returning to the article.

"It's a good thing I managed to snag this before the news agency pulled it," she muttered, a sly smile on her lips.

The headline read: "Tokyo Streets Ablaze: Mysterious Blue Beams and the Fight That Shocked the City." The image accompanying it was grainy but unmistakable—two figures in battle, one surrounded by spiraling blue beams that shimmered like starlight. The white-haired man with crimson eyes was at the center of it all.

Her brow furrowed slightly. "The news agency stopped publishing this story, huh?" she mused aloud, her voice low and contemplative. "That's... strange."

Her gaze drifted toward the muted television in the corner of the room. The screen displayed a pre-recorded statement from the president of the agency, who looked visibly uncomfortable.

"We deeply regret publishing false information regarding the alleged fight. The so-called videos and testimonies were fabricated using advanced CGI and misleading accounts. We sincerely apologize for the confusion caused."

The woman scoffed, exhaling smoke through her nose. "Fabricated, my ass."

She tapped her cigarette into a nearby ashtray overflowing with ashes and butts. Her lips curled into a smirk as she shook her head. "The Jujutsu higher-ups must've pulled some strings. They'd never let normal people get a glimpse of their world."

The newspaper crinkled as she folded it neatly, her gaze lingering on the image of the man unleashing the blue beams. Her fingers traced the outline of his face absentmindedly.

"Isn't that the head of the Gojo clan?" she muttered, her interest piqued.

Though she wasn't a part of the jujutsu world, she was well aware of the three great families that governed it. The Gojo clan, the Kamo clan, and the Zenin clan—names that carried weight and influence far beyond what most could comprehend.

But this? This was different.

Her mind churned as she considered the implications. "Those beams... they were visible to non-sorcerers. That's not how cursed techniques work," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "If normal people could see them, that means..."

Her words trailed off as she extinguished her cigarette, grinding it into the ashtray with a sharp twist. A flicker of excitement danced in her eyes.

"This isn't cursed energy," she concluded, leaning back in her chair. "This is something else entirely. Something worth investigating."

She picked up the folded newspaper and placed it on a stack of other documents on her desk. Reaching for a fresh cigarette, she lit it with practiced ease, inhaling deeply as she stared out the window.

"This could be big," she murmured, exhaling a plume of smoke that clouded her reflection in the glass. "And I'm not one to let an opportunity like this slip by."

Her gaze turned sharp, her mind already formulating the next steps