"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐰." - 𝑵𝒂𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏
⟶ He was born a king, and he reigned as a god. Gojo didn't walk-he crushed. His laughter slapped the w...
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Zenin Clan — Hall of Ancestors — A few days after the death of Toji Fushiguro
The air was thick with tension, heavy with bitter incense and ancestral grudges. The Hall of Ancestors was vast and austere, surrounded by dark pillars engraved with protective seals, old cursed weapons hanging solemnly on the walls. At the center, a wide tatami mat where clan members sat in rigid ranks, arranged by status. Silence dominated the space, broken only by the creak of folding knees and the rustling of ceremonial robes.
"Toji Fushiguro is dead," the elder of the council announced, voice dry and curt. "Killed by Satoru Gojo."
A shiver ran through the assembly.
The name "Gojo" echoed like a slap. That insolent prodigy, that unbearable heir of the rival clan, had humiliated the Zenin yet again. Worse: he had slain Toji — the outcast, the stray dog they had once cast out. His death shouldn't have mattered. Toji was nothing to them. But still... he carried their blood. And it was their pride that now bled.
"This Gojo has grown too bold," one of the elders growled.
