Transmigrated As Satoru's Father (A Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

David slowly stood up, feeling disoriented from all that had just transpired. A nearby mirror caught his eye, and curiosity led him to approach it. He blinked in surprise as he saw his reflection—a young man with striking white hair, sharp red eyes, and fair skin, all wrapped in an elegant red kimono.

'Holy... I look like adult Satoru but with red eyes,' David thought, staring at his unfamiliar reflection.

It was a bizarre, almost surreal feeling to see himself like this—looking so much like the iconic character he had admired from the manga, yet different enough to know this was still him. His new identity, his new reality.

He exhaled and slid the door open, stepping out into the hallway. What greeted him was a breathtaking sight—a vast, meticulously designed garden surrounded by a sprawling traditional Japanese estate. The garden was lush with carefully manicured trees and plants, stone lanterns placed at precise intervals, and a koi pond that shimmered under the soft glow of the lanterns hanging from the house's eaves. Gravel paths meandered through the greenery, leading to different parts of the estate, while the distant sound of flowing water created a serene, almost meditative atmosphere. The house was massive, with long corridors lined with shoji doors, polished wood floors, and intricately carved beams.

"So, where's the dining room?" David muttered, glancing around.

This place was enormous, and he had no idea where anything was.

With no clear direction in mind, he sighed. "Looks like I'll just have to bullshit my way there."

He began walking through the house, the soft padding of his footsteps echoing in the quiet halls. As he wandered through the corridors, trying to get his bearings, he couldn't help but notice the people who passed by. Each time, they bowed deeply as he walked past them. The first few times, it startled him, but he quickly realized they must be servants. Their reverence was almost unsettling.

"This is weird," David murmured to himself.

He wasn't used to being treated with such deference, and the whole thing made him feel out of place.

As he continued walking, something else caught his attention. Aside from himself and Satoru, he hadn't seen anyone with white hair. The servants and the few people he saw in passing all had dark hair. He remembered how the Zen'in clan, another prestigious family in the series, was large and always bustling with members. Yet here, in the massive Gojo estate, it seemed only he and Satoru were present.

'Where are the other clan members?' David wondered. 'The Gojo clan is supposed to be powerful, but... it's just us here. Is this why the other clan members were absent in the anime or manga?'

The thought nagged at him. There had always been an air of mystery around the Gojo family's lineage, but now, living in it firsthand, the absence of other family members felt even more pronounced.

After what felt like an eternity of walking, he finally arrived at what seemed to be the dining room. He slid the door open and stepped inside, his eyes immediately taking in the size and elegance of the space. The traditional dining room was grand, with polished wooden floors and sliding shoji panels that opened to give a view of the garden. The low, lacquered table stretched across the room, long enough to seat many people, but the only person already seated was Satoru.

The room was eerily empty, save for him. Satoru sat at the side of the table, his posture perfect, his expression calm but distant. The other seats remained vacant, further emphasizing the strange isolation of this large, traditional house.

Satoru turned his head as David entered, his icy blue eyes locking onto him. He rose gracefully from his seat and bowed, a gesture full of respect but devoid of warmth.