HAVEN || SATORU GOJO

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FROM THE MOMENT HE WAS BORN, Satoru Gojo knew that he was special. His birth was the sprout of enormous cursed energy as many prayed on his early demise. A child born with the Six Eyes and the Limitless was a child destined for domination, toppling over the scales of balance. His birth was not a blessed one.

He had a sense of the social darwinism in society grasped at a young age. He held his head up high, and looked down upon others with his cold cerulean gaze. He alone led one of the great sorcerer families to dominate the Jujutsu world.

His understanding and certainty of how power worked had never wavered.

Satoru Gojo was sure .. until he wasn't.

He had never felt humility before, such a humanoid emotion. The boy always sat himself upon a pedestal of an arrogant god.

Round almond eyes that peeled off his detached nonchalant demeanor. She stood there before him, insulting his being. He was merely seven at the time and since their encounter, he was sure of it—she was the start of his downfall.

The two that were born into families of jujutsu sorcerers, one hailing from one of the three great clans, and the other, a descendant of a tutelary deity, she who was an entity of divinity, holding the angel's trumpets in her authority.

She was older than him, but he couldn't bring himself to call her his senior.

His only childhood regret at that time was having met her and having the unfortunate circumstance of doing so. Since that regrettable day he had been hearing more and more about her, about her feats, about her accomplishments .. about how she could potentially rival him.

It irked him.

Although he was born with the inherited cursed techniques of the Gojo family, Satoru Gojo did work hard in honing his techniques and perfecting his cursed energy, so much to the extent that from a young single digit age, he was hardly able to be bossed around.

Rieka Urashima, she was born with the talent, born with the family, born with the skill.

Born with everything.

Truly, loved by the gods.

She was everything he was not .. and he was everything she could possibly want to be.

Even if he was the child born between the fragment of balance in the world, the type of calamity meant to bewitch the turmoil of scales. Hair, more ivory pure with the unhinged hue of white and eyes the idyllic imagery of a cold cavern frostbite enhanced with jewels, the most perfect cerulean. Blessed by the heavens and the earth, the irregularity of the regular.

Always surrounded by people, Satoru Gojo always was lonely. Although such a non-foreign feeling, he didn't feel like so. He was at a standstill with the world at such a young age.

All of the next heads of sorcerer families were all raised a certain way, trained from the moment they were born to take over their respective clan.

The three great sorcerer families were no exception. Rigorous training to concentrate the amount of cursed energy that would refine their future expectations, and copious amounts of disciplining that would create habits suited to become a sorcerer family head that would lead the Jujutsu world.

Despite the Gojo family being down to their last main descendant, this was no different for the singular lone child, the holder of the Six Eyes and the Limitless technique.

He was beyond his years in training and mentality, he was arrogant, however for good reason.

So, when he had reached a stage in his training and upbringing that was greatly ahead of those his age of the Kamo and Zen'in family, as well as any other minor clan, he was confused why there was someone on his level of skill that had reached this point ..