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

Chapter 10

'I... can't... lose...' Seijuro's thoughts were scattered, his resolve wavering. But deep down, he knew one thing: he couldn't give up. Not with Satoru depending on him.

Toji approached Seijuro with slow, deliberate steps, his green eyes glinting with cold amusement. His heavy boots crunched against the ground, echoing in the silent alleyway. Reaching Seijuro, he bent down and grabbed a fistful of his white hair, yanking him upward with little effort.

"This is what the head of the Gojo clan can do?" Toji sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. He tilted Seijuro's head back, forcing him to look in the eye. "With all your blessed talents, lost to a monkey like me who can't even use Jujutsu."

Seijuro's heart sank. The words hit him like a physical blow, freezing him in place. He immediately recognized that line— the same phrase Toji had thrown at Geto in the Hidden Inventory arc. Hearing it now, directed at him, cut deeper than the pain in his body.

Toji's expression remained cold, though his grin flickered with disappointment. He had taken this job not just for the absurdly high payment of one billion yen but for the promise of a challenge. A fight against the head of the Gojo clan was supposed to be thrilling, a chance to test his limits against one of the strongest in the sorcery world.

Instead, Toji had found Seijuro struggling to even keep up, fumbling as though he didn't know how to use his cursed techniques at all.

At first, Toji had assumed it was a trick—that Seijuro was merely toying with him, luring him into a trap. But as the battle dragged on, it became glaringly obvious that wasn't the case. This wasn't a clever ploy or a masterful feint. Seijuro was simply... weak.

The thought filled Toji with contempt. Yet, there was also a hollow satisfaction. For years, he had been treated as inferior, cast aside by the sorcery world for his lack of cursed energy. Now, he was dismantling one of its most powerful names with nothing but raw skill and physical strength.

"I expected more from the head of the Gojo clan," Toji growled, his tone cold and biting. "All I experienced... was disappointment. A waste of my time."

With that, he slammed Seijuro's head into the wall behind him. The impact reverberated through the alley, sending cracks splintering through the stone.

Seijuro's vision blurred, the world spinning as a sharp pain exploded through his skull. He slumped forward, his body limp, his breaths shallow. Blood trickled down his forehead, pooling beneath him as his strength faded.

'Is this it?' Seijuro thought as his body sagged against the wall, his strength waning.

The world blurred around him, the sharp pain in his head pounding like a drumbeat. His breaths came shallow and labored, and the metallic taste of blood lingered on his tongue.

'I was given a second chance...' The thought echoed in his mind, heavy with regret.

He had been pulled from the mundanity of his previous life as David—a man who had struggled and sacrificed, only to have his life cruelly ripped away by others. Now, in this new world, in this new body, he had found purpose, a son to protect, and perhaps a chance to be more than the failure he had once been.

But here he was, once again staring into the abyss, about to die at someone else's hands.

'No...' The thought burned brighter, defiant. 'Not now... Not again!'

Something deep within him surged, a primal, unyielding force. He refused to let it end here, not while Satoru was out there, not while he still had so much left to do.

The air around him shifted.

Unbeknownst to Seijuro, a large circular glyph appeared beneath him, glowing with an intense light blue hue. The intricate patterns within the glyph spun and pulsed with raw energy, like the ticking of a cosmic clock. Sparks crackled in the air, illuminating the alley with a bright, electric glow.