"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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— The Zenin Estate
The brush dipped into the black ink before gliding over the paper. One stroke. Then another. Precise, sharp, unyielding.
Naoya signed document after document, slouched in a lacquered wooden chair. The Zenin estate's audience hall was vast, bathed in a pale light filtering through the shoji screens. Around him, men waited in silence—servants standing back, guards impassive.
The scent of paper, ink, and old wood filled his nostrils. A stench of decaying traditions and archaic bureaucracy.
— And what the hell is this one for?
An administrator stepped forward, bowing slightly.
— The declaration of disappearance for Chihiro-sama, Naoya-sama.
The brush hesitated. A fraction of a second.
Then it moved again, without the slightest hesitation.
— Hm. Dead, dead, dead... They all end up like that anyway.
He pressed his seal onto the paper and flicked it onto the pile with his fingertips.
