Jujutsu Kaisen - Orbiting a black hole

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Of all the responsibilities in his life, probably acting as head of the Gojo clan was the one that took the longest to assume. Not that he wasn't aware of how it all works out in that respect and has not left the protecteds eat out of his hand from an early age, but even so the older ones still tended to see him as an idiot brat and it had only been a short time since, in fact, he took the reins of control and mingled in this unbearable environment of politics.

In part, he found it amusing to see how most of these people trembled with fear and rage every time he attended their boring meetings. But there were also many of them who looked at him with a pride he didn't know how to handle, even though it was just more of the usual idolatry. The last mentioned were at least useful, they supported him.

Obviously, his own clan was the first place that made significant changes in the way they came to see the world. He was the almighty and they gave him the moral to do this kind of thing, it wasn't very difficult.

The Gojos were a very old and too powerful family since they had come into existence, so Satoru supposed that part of the fact that the adaptation went well came from the detail that they were desperate at how much they had declined in this respect in the fifty years before their birth.

Each of them yearned for a real leader, who elevates them to old levels

Even the elders, who disliked him, could not deny that he was the best sorcerer in the clan since the golden age of jujutsu. Of course would make good use of that common sense.

But the matchmaking matriarchs were still a real nuisance. It could be said that he had even improved his teleport with the sole intention of disappearing whenever he could feel one of them getting close.

Initially, he resented them for their very explicit prejudice against Uyara's nationality and for how they disapproved of their closeness, because his friend was a threat to the integrity of the family's lineage. Now he resented that, with respect for their boss's opinion on the matter, Kioku had apparently become the ideal wife and was sure he could find handmade baby clothes for their children somewhere.

He got sick of this behavior because knew that the Brazilian was terrified of the idea of ​​having a child and, mainly, because it was obvious that, from the moment the idea of how an heir who blended the two powers could be beneficial emerged, neither of them continued to see the woman as a person. Just like a breeding cow.

The mind-curser had this tendency to always make inferior minds see her that way, and she liked to explore the high expectancy associated with such ridiculous vision. It was no different now, even if it wasn't deliberate in the current circumstances.

He was watching her from afar, leaning against the library door, as she led her sycophant battalion through several columns of ancient archives in search of something to guide in her mission. Something that theoretically should be her job, but suggestions about considering fertility treatment soon after marriage could move the world.

Satoru didn't even know there would be a wedding. However, he knew he would end up being dragged to work if there weren't other people so eager to serve his supposed bride, so he let them imagine what they wanted and didn't deny anything.

He was beginning to suspect that would have to anticipate the request for his friend's hand if he wanted the clan not to do it before him.

Uyara was sitting comfortably, drinking tea as she trained three pupils and ate the sweets the cooks brought to please her.

There were at least five other elderly women around who were translating the records who might have the information she needed, as her Japanese would never be good enough to understand it. But not for a moment did he believe his friend was relaxing.