In Your Eyes

Chapter 2

 He was born in battle and expected to die there. Gojo Satoru was the head of his clan, regarded as a strong warrior and a smart leader. He led his men through countless battles against rival clans and curses.

The image that aristocrats stayed far from the frontlines was untrue, at least that's what's in his case. For many years since his father passed the seat down to him, Gojo stayed in the battleground of any fight.

To him, saying wars and politics were tiring was an understatement - it was exhausting to the point that he started to question if it was worth it. Was it truly worth watching his comrades die in the hands of their kind? Wasn't it that the curses were a bad enough problem to deal with?

A calamity in the form of a man named Sukuna Ryomen was a wandering threat in the lands. It was said that his pleasure lies only in destruction, death, and blood. If disaster was a person then clearly this man was the epitome of it. He was their true foe, his nemesis, and the strongest among the curses.

Gojo believed that if the Jujutsu sorcerers set aside their differences, the world would be in a much better form. Humans and curses were the opposing sides but power-hungry families and sorcerers infested the land with their selfish goals. And he as the strongest among them was left with a responsibility to unify them all.

He was privileged as the one who altered the balance of the world. But uniting everyone was not an easy task. People have their motives and ambitions to reach the highest peak of the ladder. Some wanted power, some wanted glory. Yet to him who had almost everything since his birth, Gojo Satoru desired none of these.

Deeply and only he could tell, something in his life was amiss.

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"You don't have that scar the last time I saw you."

Utahime didn't expect that the opening remarks of their night would be about this but she also wasn't surprised. Maybe it was time for her to get used to it.

"And I haven't seen you around recently." she replied as she poured him a cup of sake . Wait. That was a slip of tongue. But she wanted to humor him. Did she cross the line? Utahime was momentarily worried that her tone was a little disrespectful for not answering his statement but it wasn't a direct question so she didn't really bother. At the same time, she could not afford this man to complain to her superiors that the geisha they sent didn't know proper manners.

Gojo's smile was still present much to her relief. Alright, she didn't screw this up - yet.

"Didn't know you'll miss me that much."

Trained hands placed the teapot back in its place, Utahime assessed his words and calm her breathing. Was he trying to...flirt? Then again, she was no stranger to these acts from men, and the teasing smile drawn on his lips was a dead giveaway. She glanced up at his face. He's so attractive, much more closely. His dark blue layered garbs fitted the color of his eyes and complemented his hair perfectly but Utahime believed that this person would look like he was carved by the gods no matter what he wore.

They were not kids nor teenagers. Of course, it has been obvious that they've seen each other from time to time. Of course, it had been obvious that he was watching her at every chance he'd get and she wasn't blind to not notice him.

"Is Utahime your real name?" he asked and waited for her to pour another cup for her. "I heard most okiya change their geisha's name to something more of their liking."

"It is," she replied simply. "our okiya doesn't practice that tradition."

"That's more I like it." he raised the cup and took a sip. She could see how he didn't enjoy it that much like he wanted to spit it out based on his facial expression.