𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Ch. 45

   𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲. But, where was he? She had apparently seen him just minutes ago in Shinjuku, but it was such a large city, it'd take forever for him to find the one he had to kill.

That's when he felt the energy, the familiar one he knew to memorize the smell of. It wasn't approaching him, but it was definitely furthering the space between the two of them, purposefully. His fists bunched at his sides as began to chase after it, anxious to finally live through the moment he had mentally prepared himself for.

   The thick rush of people whirring past him became all but a blur as he continued to slide in between the rough nudge of rushing bodies against each other. Puddles of murky water were constantly being splashed onto his shoes with the heavy steps everyone else made while they pushed past his emotionless, hollow body.

The rain was heavy earlier today, which gave him another chance to go searching for his old friend, since Rintaro would want to stay home and out of the rain. Yet, here they were now ten days into her self appointed isolation where there was no possible way she would leave the room, even if the rain had already cleared.

   The situation Suguru had forced the whole Jujutsu community into had taken a toll on each person alike, whether they had known him or not. Forcing new laws of exile and exorcisms on sight all into the hands of sorcerers who truly had no clue about the thousands of tricks he would have up his sleeves.

   He would go down, but not without a fight, and certainly not by a first grade sorcerers hands. Hence the reason for Yaga solely entrusting the exorcism job into his hands already full of other responsibilities and obligations. Which, all seemed to cascade into a drop down box labeled Rintaro in bold letters each time.

   The wave of energy was nearing, almost like it had stopped once it realized it was being followed by somebody. This didn't scare the Gojo one bit, since he had already cemented into his mind that he would lack any fear and get the job done mercilessly. Regardless, of the victims previous meaning in his life.

   He was coming closer to the source of energy, since it had stopped just for him. And there, in the mere distance up ahead, partitioning the rushed wave of civilians was the criminal himself. Geto Suguru, special grade criminal sorcerer. "Explain yourself, Suguru." Satoru managed to let out.

"Didn't you hear from Shoko? There's not much else to it." His old friend stood there in a dark long sleeved shirt that naturally fell into his black pants, the cuffs dyed a darker shade with the continued splash of puddles onto them.

"So, you'll just kill everyone who's a non sorcerer... Even your parents?" The Gojo took an angered step forward, his nails digging farther into the already thin skin of his palms.

"I can't go making exceptions for my parents, right? They were worthlessly taking up space in the world I wish to create." He patiently pocketed his hands to show that he had no intention of fighting the one he still cared for, despite the current face he wore. "And, those people aren't my only family."

"That's not what I'm asking. I thought you were against killing people if it was meaningless?!" Satoru's thoughts blurred only to focus his mind on the person who easily replied by saying there was meaning, significances, and purpose behind the decisions leading to their current situation.

"No, there isn't. You want to make a world of only sorcers by killing every non sorcerer. No fucking way that's gonna work." His Six Eyes rolled angrily, already done with the conversation he had forced himself into. "Trying dumb stuff that you know doesn't work, is as meaningless as it gets." He lowly muttered.