命运的羁绊 - B O N D S O F F A T E

" 命运的羁绊 " - ENG TRANSLATION

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Suguru Geto walked alone on the dimly lit streets of Tokyo, his gaze cold and distant, carrying the remnants of past friendships in his heart. The city bustled with life, full of vitality, but to Suguru, it was nothing more than a hollow hum in the background, a cruel reminder of the world he had chosen to abandon.

He stopped in front of a familiar alley, memories of earlier days flooding his mind. They had once walked here side by side, laughing together, sharing dreams and fears. Back then, they were just two young jujutsu sorcerers, full of hope and ambition. The world had not yet crushed them with despair.

But now, everything had changed. The world had shown its true face, and Suguru had seen the ugliness hidden beneath the surface. Jujutsu sorcerers were nothing more than tools, used and discarded by a society that cared nothing for their sacrifices. He had decided to change all of this, even if it meant walking a dark path.

He recalled the last time they met, the memory still vivid. Satoru's eyes were filled with anger, disbelief, and most painfully, betrayal. Suguru had expected the anger and distrust, but the sense of betrayal cut deeper than any curse could.

"Suguru," Satoru's voice echoed in his mind, as clear as if he were standing beside him, "Why are you doing this? We could have changed the world together, you and me."

Suguru clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. The pain was nothing compared to the turmoil within him. He had never imagined it would come to this, never thought they would become enemies. But the world had left him no choice.

"We were supposed to be the strongest," Suguru murmured to the empty street, his voice barely audible, "But what's the point of strength if we're just puppets?"

He had tried to make Satoru understand, had tried to explain how broken the system they upheld was, and how it needed to be torn down and rebuilt. But Satoru was blinded by ideals, believing they could change everything from within. Maybe, in another world, that could have been true. But not in this one. When the world was so deeply corrupted, all hope became nothing more than an illusion.

Even so, even standing on the opposite side of the battlefield, Suguru couldn't bring himself to hate Satoru. He hated the system, hated the curses, hated the weak who clung to the strong out of fear, but he couldn't hate Satoru. He absolutely couldn't.

He remembered the first time they met, an uninvited memory, but one he cherished the most. They were both young then, eager to prove themselves. Satoru was full of confidence, even a bit arrogant, but Suguru saw something different in him-a determination, a drive to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. It was that drive that had connected them, forming a bond Suguru thought would never break.

But like all things, bonds are fragile. When they break, they leave deep scars that never truly heal.

Suguru shook his head, trying to dispel the memories, but they clung to him like a second skin. He remembered the nights they spent talking about the future, about life after becoming the strongest. Satoru wanted to protect, to save everyone he could. Suguru once shared the same desire. But he had to face the harsh reality: not everyone was worth saving.

He closed his eyes, feeling the weight of his choices pressing down on him. He knew what he was doing was wrong-in some twisted sense, he had become what he once opposed. But he couldn't stop now, couldn't turn back. He had gone too far, lost too deep in the darkness.

A part of him wondered if Satoru still thought of him, if he still cared. But he quickly pushed that thought aside. It didn't matter anymore. He was no longer the person he once was, and the friend Satoru once knew was dead, buried under the weight of hatred and despair.

Even so, as he told himself these things, he knew it wasn't entirely true. Because deep down, at the core of his being, he still cared. He still wished things could have been different. He still missed Satoru, missed the days when they were just two kids who had the whole world ahead of them.

But those days were gone, irretrievable. Now, all that remained was the path he had chosen and the consequences that came with it.

"Suguru," that voice whispered again in his mind, softer this time, almost pleading, "Come back."

But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Because coming back would mean admitting he was wrong, facing the guilt and pain he had buried deep inside. And he no longer had the strength to face it all.

He turned and left the alley, leaving behind the memories that haunted him. The night was cold, the air biting, but he barely noticed. He had a mission, a purpose; he couldn't afford distractions.

Yet even as he turned away, he couldn't help but glance back one last time, hoping-praying-that Satoru would understand. Hoping he could forgive him, even though Suguru would never forgive himself.

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Meanwhile, somewhere far away...

Satoru Gojo stood alone on the rooftop of Jujutsu High, his eyes fixed on the horizon. The wind tousled his white hair, but he paid it no mind. His thoughts drifted to the friend who once fought by his side, the one who once shared his dreams.

He tried to move forward, tried to forget. But how could he? Suguru wasn't just a friend; he was a part of Satoru's soul, a part that had been torn away, leaving a wound that refused to heal.

He replayed their last conversation over and over in his mind, trying to pinpoint the moment everything went wrong. He tried to find the words that might have saved Suguru, might have pulled him back from the abyss. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find them.

"Suguru," Satoru murmured to the night, his voice heavy with emotion, "Why did it have to end like this?"

He had always been strong, always prided himself on being able to protect those he cared about. But with Suguru, he had failed. He had watched helplessly as his best friend fell into darkness, powerless to stop it.

The memories of their time together lingered in his mind, a sweet yet painful reminder of what he once had and could never have again. He remembered Suguru's smile, the light in his eyes when they talked about the future. He remembered the times they fought side by side, trusting each other completely.

But those days were gone, replaced by a harsh reality that Satoru wished he could change. But he couldn't. No matter how strong he was, no matter how many curses he exorcised, he couldn't turn back time. He couldn't undo what had been done.

And so, he was left with only memories and regrets, and a void that no power could ever fill.

"Suguru," he whispered again, his voice trembling, "I'm sorry."

But the wind carried his words away, leaving him alone with his guilt.

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Epilogue:

Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo are two sides of the same coin, bound by fate, yet torn apart by choice. They are the strongest, but even the strongest cannot escape the cruelty of the world.

They are friends, they are enemies, they are everything, and they are nothing.

In the end, they are just two broken souls, lost in a world that never truly understood them.