𝐄𝐌𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 • y! v! jjk x f! arab! oc!

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is this the pinnacle of sorcery, they lost to a monkey like me"

»the humbled one« - musicality

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20 January 2006 - 20:30

Zenin mansion [Tokyo - Japan]

"Thank you all for coming today. It's been a hundred years since the most influential sorcerer's families have been reunited to celebrate the astonishing eminence of the jujutsu art since the Heian era." Announced proudly the head of the Zenin Clan. "We particularly celebrate the presence of the only possessor of the limitless and six-eyes in centuries: Gojo Satoru!" echoed the man's voice.

However, despite his sugar-coated speech and all the praises he gave to the young Gojo member, his voice was laced with venom as jealousy took place and corrupted his heart.

A bunch of applause echoed through the elegant shoji. It was the first official gathering between the greatest regent families in the field of jujutsu. There also were a bunch of other influential families such as chaebol from Korea or other billionaires that were coming from all around the world. Gatherings like this were the perfect opportunity for heads to expand their knowledge and tie new relationships although superficial and based on pure lies. However, even though the sight of the luxurious mansion was a pleasure for the eyes, the excess of these fancies and the envy of the jujutsu members corrupted by money made it hard to appreciate such a luxurious landscape.

This banquet itself was imminent proof of Clan Zenin's ostentation. The tables were filled with all kinds of exotic dishes, the most refined wines, and the soft traditional Japanese music performed by the various geishas under the lights.
But despite the mesmerizing banquet, Gojo Satoru was bored. He was certainly the star of the evening but the frequent sight of this kind of luxuries made him tasteless and insensitive to its beauty. He didn't even want to come in the first place, he rather be passing his time flirting with Tokyo's beauties but his father forced him to come with a lot of negotiations.

"Ah... If only Suguru was here. At this rate being with Nanami is better than being there." Sighed the white-haired male while playing with the soju glass and having a bored expression.

But soon, his annoyed expression faded as he heard a fuss coming from a hidden spot in the Japanese garden. It was imperceptible and no one except him seemed to notice the shouting noises. Yet his ears picked up some argument that included the Zenin head and a mere servant.

"Oh~ Drama here I come..." The white-haired boy had a Cheshire smile on his face as he imagined the fuss getting bigger and bigger.

Now, taken by a momentum of curiosity, Satoru followed the sounds.

"Where are they?" asked coldly Naobito, the current Zenin clan head while grabbing the servant's hair harshly.

"M-master... Please spare me! I don't know where they are!" cried the maid, which made Gojo feel bad for her.

"You foolish and useless woman! I promised everyone here that the Benkhlifa Clan would be there... What should I do, what should I fucking do now?" Repeated Naobito while going back and forth to try and calm his anxiousness.

Benkhlifa? Is it a new jujutsu clan? I never heard of them before... I should probably ask Suguru about it. Still, his actions are exaggerated. I'm somehow sure that if I didn't come he wouldn't have made that fuss, even if I'm the star of this night. Now, who's this clan-

"Naoya! Come here, I need you right now!" Howled Naobito, startling the white-haired man, "Did you talk with Layal? Is she willing to come?"

"Father... No, I didn't have the chance to call her, or to ever talk to her." The young boy bowed his head as a sign of respect.

5̷̡̯͇̗̭͇̐̅̂̿̓ ̷̨̖̹͈̩̗̩̭̋̐ͅ

Oh... Is it Naoya Zenin? I think that I saw him at school...

4̴͇̤͌́̇̍̇̒͐̈́ ̵̡͎͕͚͕̳͇̩͕̰̏̋̒̈́̈́̚

"She will be your wife! You dumb child! You can't even talk to a woman? Go, I don't want to see you."

3̷͚̱̰̙͇̀̾̀̍͘͜͝͝͠ ̷̧̨͎͖̦̮̥̤̱̯̆̌

The more Gojo was hearing Naobito talk, the angrier he was. It was official, he had a deep hatred toward the jujutsu hierarchy. It was a complete nonsense for him. They were no longer in a feudal society so no one deserved to be treated this way.

̷̣̻͍̫̏̅̑̕͝2̵̨͍̳̯̘̭̟̐͒͛̈́̓ ̸̡̛͍̣̖͑̀̅̃

"I better be calling Suguru, I need to calm down right now..." He whispered as he sat down in his previous place. "Hi, Suguru-"

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Suddenly, before he could do anything else an explosion occurred from the garden. Silence reigned for the next few seconds. Gojo, still in shock, turned to the other guests only to see that everyone was as petrified as he was. The explosion sounded just like a massive shooting that only lasted a few seconds. Not that he was afraid, far from that. Indeed, he was actually a bit nervous, it was the first time he attended an explosion that was this big, even after fighting special-grade curses. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little excitement. Maybe the gathering will no longer be boring.

"Satoru. Satoru! Do you hear me? What happened?" Asked Suguru, worried. The sound was startling enough for him to get anxious.

"Geto, I'll call you later." Claimed Satoru in a serious tone.

"Wait, no-" These words were Suguru's last before the first-grade hung up the phone on his best friend. He then rushed to the garden to check what happened with a big smile on his face. And then he saw it...

Gojo was hardly impressed by anything now that he was the strongest, but how could he not be fascinated by the sight of a huge blue-colored and bright magic seal on the Zenin mansion's garden? And how can he not be dazzled when three foreign persons who appeared miraculously in the middle of the seal?