Fog of War || Jujutsu Kaisen x Male Reader

Fortress Shikoku

A chill crawled down your spine as your eyes landed on a familiar set of large doors. Years have passed since your last time here and yet the large wooden doors seem to always grow taller. The joy that once filled you staring at these doors now was filled with a sense of oncoming dread. Your body begged you to simply turn around but you knew that you couldn't. Shifting your shoulder to adjust the bag that rested upon it, your left hand reached forward to apply pressure to one of the doors as the feeling of cool metal resting on your face reminded you of a lie you already had to prepare for those gathered inside. But it would fit right in this place filled with them. The fingers of your hand almost felt like they burned against the wood, applying a mighty push to force the large entryway open. The courtyard that appeared before your eyes was devoid of the playful excitement of childhood you remembered. Instead, it was quiet and lit only by the grew sky above, all while a single worker toiled at the hedges. The worker turned to look at the entrance at the sound of the hinges and simply nodded at you before returning to his work. It seems he didn't want to be involved as much as you did. 

The compound remained the same. Flash-frozen in time, it had stayed this way since the earliest you could remember, though gauging from photos from before your time it had been redecorated at least once. Though now the nostalgia that you should be filled with was instead replaced with the sights and smells of recently applied cleaning products and intrigue of matters you didn't want to be involved with. Opening the sliding door to the compound, you were greeted by silence. Slipping free of your shoes, you could still feel the cold wooden floor under your socked feet as you took careful steps into the large entryway before you were standing in a corridor. Before you were a much smaller courtyard while on your sides were more hallways, though you already knew where to go. Intense yelling permeated the compound as you moved closer and closer, feeling the rumbles of many different voices under your footsteps as you reached a sliding door. The poor door was all held in the cacophony of noise you were about to unleash as your left hand lowered and slid the door open...

Inside was nothing short of the most polite chaos. People shouting and barking like raving dogs in a large atrium filled with seats. It reminded you of a parliament but was far less formal than one. Seats both filled and empty dotted the room as people young and old tore into each other. Directly in front of you across the room was a raised podium and behind that raised up even further were two seats. Kneeling in them was an older woman and older man, commanding a sense of respect among those gathered though remaining silent as a third individual shuffled in front of the podium. A head of short and combed grey hair led down to a stern-looking face with a few wrinkles. The man raised a clenched fist to his mouth to gently clear his throat before lowering it. Taking a moment to adjust his green robe, the male looked up with a bored expression before speaking out...

???: SHUT THE HELL UP!!!

The atrium fell silent as all attention fell on the man. Said man took a moment to clear his throat again before returning to what he was saying.

???: Now then... We may be missing members and the first official meeting may be delayed, but we are to show respect to the elders gathered here! You are all acting like a pack of feral dogs. This is not a meeting of political powers... but families concerned for our futures. What we lack in blood ties we make up in a commitment that will hold till the end of time. We have our differences of course as any group does but we should not tear out our throats as sharks circle in the waters around us. This confederation stands firm in our commitment to independence from the influence of the big three, and we must stand resolute together, lest we be destroyed one by one till we are nothing left but puppets of the other sorcerer families. For now, we will contend with a roll call of all families present. Please take the moment to return to your seats to stand with your family members.