That Time When I Fell Down the Stairs and Became a Jujutsu Sorcerer

Chapter 8 - Rebellion

"Yaga-sensei… You can't be serious." I stammered, staring up at him, "There's no way…"

"I'm afraid so." Yaga said, his eyes on the floor and his brows furrowed, "Many of the school affiliated sorcerers are with them. They recruited Nanami and Haibara to their cause as well and have been killing anyone who sides with the higher-ups."

"What do we do?!" I said, grabbing his sleeve.

"The remaining two higher-ups are demanding retribution from the Gojo clan. They've asked that I send you to go as a representative to talk to the clan and find the boys' location." Yaga said, rubbing his temple, "They expect that Satoru and Suguru will show themselves for you and they seem to expect you to erase them."

I immediately clicked my tongue in frustration, "Right. Because I'd do that."

"I know. I'm sorry." Yaga said, putting his hand on my shoulder, "You and I are going to find them and try to talk some sense into them."

I nodded, "Where is Shoko?" I asked, "Is she with them?"

Yaga nodded, "Yes. They took her before you left on your mission the day before yesterday."

Nodding again, I cleared my lungs and stood up straight, "Right. Okay. Let's go find them."

Later, as we approached the imposing gates of the Gojo clan's estate, the air grew heavy with anticipation. Yaga walked beside me, his stern visage softened by a subtle warmth that always seemed reserved for quiet exchanges with his students. His experience and wisdom were evident in every deliberate step he took, his eyes focused and purposeful.

The gravel crunched under our feet as we crossed the threshold into the meticulously maintained garden, a blend of vibrant summer hues and the serenity of traditional Japanese design. Yaga's steady hand rested on my shoulder, offering both reassurance and a silent reminder of our purpose here, as we were greeted by some of the attendants. His presence felt like an anchor, grounding me in this unfamiliar world of power dynamics and negotiations.

We advanced through the estate's intricate corridors, the ornate architecture reflecting centuries of heritage and influence. Yaga's words were sparing but precise, imparting guidance that echoed in my mind. He carried himself with a stoicism that belied the depth of his care, a juxtaposition that spoke volumes. As we finally entered the meeting room, the gravity of the situation loomed.

The clan leader was seated at the head of the table. He must have been in his mid-sixties, the lines etched upon his face telling stories of countless memories. His pure white hair, meticulously groomed, framed a countenance that exuded authority. His bright blue eyes almost matched Satoru's, though they did not hold the same depth. Adorned in traditional Japanese attire, his garments were a harmonious blend of rich fabrics and intricate patterns, each fold and crease meticulously placed. A finely tailored kimono, resplendent in hues of blue with delicate motifs, draped over his broad shoulders. His hand, weathered by years of battle, was leading through a few pages in a packet when he took notice of me.

I bowed politely with Yaga, as he greeted the elder, "We've come at the request of the remaining higher-ups." Yaga said calmly, "This is Sarah, a grade two sorcerer. She is a very close friend of your Grandson."

"An honor to meet you, sir." I said calmly despite my heart thundering in my chest.

"As I understand it…" the elder began, "My headstrong grandson has started something that will likely be difficult to stop." He stood up and as he moved through the room his steps were measured and deliberate, embodying a quiet confidence.

Standing in front of me, he placed a finger under my chin and got a good look at me, gently tilting my head to the side. "Ah. I see." He said knowingly, "You're the one he spoke of."