"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 rain was drumming softly against the wide windows of Yaga's office, sliding in slow trails down the thick panes, setting the afternoon to a muffled rhythm. Outside, the sky was drowned in cold gray, and the school gardens shivered beneath the downpour. The scent of damp earth crept quietly into the corridors.
Satoru sat in his own armchair, legs crossed, the black blindfold still covering his eyes, as if he couldn't even be bothered to look at this world. And yet, he seemed to see everything. His fingers played absently with the edge of the seat while, in front of him, the aquarium cast a soft, bluish glow. The small fish moved slowly inside, suspended in another world—silent, peaceful, perfect.
Yaga sighed heavily. He had been speaking into the void for several minutes.
— "Satoru... Are you even listening?"
Silence. Then, from the depths of the chair:
— "Hmm. The fish seem to get along better than sorcerers, don't you think?"
Yaga didn't react. He knew that mocking tone far too well. He ran a hand over his forehead and pressed on, more firmly now:
— "Chihiro has to go back to the Zenin clan. We can't keep her here. You know what kind of scandal it would cause if they found out she's still alive."
