Shattered | Gojo Satoru

𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 : 𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃

As the day progressed, Gojo's office at Jujutsu High becomes a war room, a hive of activity buzzing with the urgency of their mission. Recognizing the gravity of the situation and the need for all available sources, Gojo has called upon old friends and trusted allies from his student years. Each brought their unique skills and knowledge to the table, enhancing the team's ability to decipher the mystery surrounding Miyu's disappearance and heritage.

Among them is Takeda, an expert in cursed objects, whose analytical skills are second to none. Then there is Kiyoko, renowned of her sensory abilities, which could prove crucial in detecting traces of ancient curses or energies that has eluded them so far. Another is Hiroshi, a strategist who could coordinate their efforts more efficiently and ensure that no resource is wasted.

As they pour over ancient texts and digital databases, cross-referencing known cursed sites and historical anomalies connected to the Amanojaku Clan, the atmosphere is one of controlled chaos. Maps dotted with pins and strings covering one wall, each thread a potential lead or a dead end yet to be confirmed.

Gojo, though heartened by the support of his friends, felt a growing anxiety that gnawed at his insides. Despite the progress, a part of him remains restless, a whisper in his mind that not all is well. It is an intuition he has come to trust, a sixth sense sharpened by years of battling curses and their unpredictable nature.

As the afternoon waned into evening, that whisper turns into roar. A sudden, overwhelming fear grips Gojo — a premonition of danger so intense it feels as though the air has been sucked from the room. His hands tremble slightly as he braced against the edge of the desk, his eyes closing as he tried to center himself.

"Gojo? Are you alright?" Kiyoko's voice cut through his distress, her eyes narrowed in concern as she observes him.

Gojo opens his eyes, the usual icy calm of his blue gaze replaced with a storm of emotion. "Something's wrong," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper. "It's Miyu... I can feel it. She's in danger. Serious danger."

The room fell silent, the severity of Gojo's words hanging heavy in the air. Takeda put down the ancient scroll he is examining, and Hiroshi paused mid-conversation, their expressions turning grave.

"We need to accelerate our efforts," Hiroshi stated, moving towards the large map on the wall. "If Gojo's intuition is correct, and it usually is, we're running out of time."

"Let's double-check any locations tied to the Amanojaku Clan we haven't investigated yet," Takeda suggested, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he brings up a list of coordinates on the screen.

Kiyoko, meanwhile, closed her eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration as she extend her senses, reaching out for any trace of Miyu's aura or any residual energies that might give them a clue.

Gojo tries to regain control over his emotions, channeling his fear into action. "We need to be ready to move out at a moment's notice," he instructed, his voice regaining some of its usual command. "Prepare any necessary equipment. If we find anything — anything at all — we hit the ground running."

As the team hustled, their tasks clear and their purpose renewed, Gojo stands there for a moment at the window, looking out over the grounds of Jujutsu High. The fear for Miyu's safety remains, a constant ache in his heart, but so too does his resolve.

"I will find you, Miyu," he whispers into the twilight, his promise a vow against the encroaching darkness. "Hang on."

The sense of urgency is palpable, each of them driven by Gojo's premonition and their shared community to bring Miyu back safely.