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"Why do you keep saying that my eyes look beautiful, Lady Minamoto?" A young Gojō asked, looking at the girl with curiosity.

She had kept saying that ever since they had first met. He wondered why that was. She would often wear that lifeless smile on her face, smiling without her eyes shining in any way.

"Because they are.." She would often answer, before turning away and changing their topic into something else.

He knew she lied all the time but couldn't help but feel the truthfulness in her words. He had always heard it from others but no one had ever affected him in the same way she did.

"Form a contract with me, Gojō Satoru.."

There was a certain charm in the way she spoke that differed from others. From the way her mouth moved, to the way her eyes would glint mysteriously.

She was like painful bliss in a world full of suffering and darkness. A soft embrace he never expected to receive. Something that he would not mind suffocate him.

"Why should I accept?"

"You have no other choice.."

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Gojō, of all people, always knew how hard it was to actually become acquainted with Sayuri. It was no walk in the park. As admirable she was, nobody could ever tell what was going on in that pretty little head of hers.

Minamoto Sayuri was a force to be reckoned with. She was born and raised around people who loved power more than anything in the world. She grew up thinking that everything she must do must be perfectly planned in order to get what she wanted, he knew that.

She was born as the mirror image of the great fox spirit, Tomoe no Myōbu. A person powerful enough to make the entire world grovel under her feet if she wanted to. Some said she was his reincarnation. Some said she was him in the form of a mortal.

She displayed her dominance to everyone she met as if it was a necessity she could never forget. She embodied control and dominance. That was exactly why her father, the Head of the Minamoto clan, despised her but eventually came to acknowledge her as a huge threat to the clan's so-called 'peace'.

It was no surprise that his students had heard of her before. Her clan, the Minamoto clans or the Genji, or whatever the non-sorcerers called them, had a grip over the citizens of Japan through the Genke. That not only ensured their monopoly in business but also amplified their Puppeteer technique.

Sayuri was the one who mostly did interviews and satiated the citizens' curiosity. So it was no surprise that his students had heard of her before they even officially entered Jujutsu society.

The media might show that her father was the genius in control but to those who knew her, it was an obvious lie. She was truly the one who held most power. He already knew that she had gotten a good number of the higher-ups under her iron grip.

"Look, my dear students. We kind of grew up together, okay?" He stated, avoiding even the slightest bit of negative emotion to slip into his expression.

He looked back to his phone and patiently waited for her text him about her current whereabouts. She had told him that she would come to meet him and his students.
But it seemed unlikely that she would come.