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

Chapter 12

Seijuro reclined against the pillows of his large, traditional Japanese bed, his gaze drifting to the ceiling. A thick bandage wrapped tightly around his midsection reminded him of the wound Toji had inflicted—a sharp, throbbing pain that had dulled over the last day but refused to fade completely.

"Man, I wish Shoko Ieri or Yuta were here to heal me," he muttered, sighing.

He longed for the healing effects of positive cursed energy, but he knew it was wishful thinking. In this timeline, neither Shoko nor Yuta could wield their respective abilities yet. Shoko, though skilled, was likely still a student learning the ropes, and Yuta... well, Yuta probably hadn't even been born yet.

Seijuro shifted slightly, wincing as a sharp pain shot through his side. "There's Satoru..." he mused.

But he dismissed the thought almost immediately. Satoru, at this point, was far from mastering positive cursed energy. The only reason he'd been able to use it in the future was his near-death experience at Toji's hands—a moment that had pushed him to unlock new depths of his power. Seijuro wasn't about to put Satoru in that kind of situation.

Sighing, he turned his head to look out the window. The soft sunlight filtered through the paper shoji screens, casting warm patterns on the floor. Outside, the garden was tranquil, with koi lazily swimming in the pond and the wind gently rustling the leaves. It was a peaceful scene, a sharp contrast to the chaos of his battle with Toji the day before.

"And then there's Toji..." Seijuro muttered to himself, his expression darkening slightly.

He could only hope the mercenary would reconsider his offer. The man was a force to be reckoned with, and having him as an ally would be invaluable. But if Toji refused... Seijuro would have no choice but to deal with him permanently. The thought sent a chill down his spine.

He clenched his hands into fists, the memory of the fight replaying in his mind. I barely defeated him... The realization was sobering. Toji was faster, stronger, and far more experienced. The only reason Seijuro had survived was the overwhelming power that had surged from within him—power he didn't fully understand.

"I need to train harder," Seijuro said aloud, his tone resolute.

He couldn't afford to remain this weak. If someone like Toji could push him to the brink, what would happen if someone even stronger came for him? Or worse... for Satoru?

Then, there was the strange sensation he'd felt during the fight. His instincts had flared to life, driving him to unleash those destructive blue energy blasts. It wasn't just a fight-or-flight response—it was something deeper, more primal.

"That was weird..." Seijuro muttered, looking down at his hands. He flexed his fingers, expecting to see the glowing blue energy manifest again.

He'd always thought channeling cursed energy was tied to negative emotions—anger, fear, hatred. It felt like an electric current coursing through your body, a chaotic force begging for release. But what he'd felt during the fight was different. It wasn't just about survival; it was about destruction. The overwhelming urge to destroy everything in his path had been intoxicating.

"Man, whatever that was..." Seijuro paused, a strange smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "It felt great."

The thought disturbed him. Seijuro—or rather, David—had always been a person who appreciated cleanliness and order in his previous life. Chaos and destruction had never appealed to him. Yet, at that moment, releasing those "blues" had brought him a strange, twisted satisfaction.

His gaze returned to the window, his thoughts swirling. 'What's happening to me?'

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.