Jujutsu Kaisen: Transmigrated As Satoru's Father

Chapter 16

"Haa!"

Satoru dashed forward, his small frame a blur as he aimed a punch straight at Seijuro's midsection. His determination was clear in his narrowed blue eyes, which sparkled with focus and a hint of pride, eager to show his progress.

Seijuro, standing calmly, watched the approach with a subtle smirk. When Satoru's punch was about to land, he sidestepped fluidly, his hands moving precisely. With a graceful turn of his wrist and a weight shift, he redirected Satoru's momentum, causing the boy to stumble forward.

"This is Aikido, Satoru," Seijuro said with a faint chuckle, spinning lightly to face his son again. "All about using your opponent's energy against them."

Satoru quickly regained his footing, his expression annoyed but not discouraged. "Hah! You won't catch me off guard again!" he declared, charging forward again.

The sparring continued.

Satoru unleashed a series of rapid strikes, each one faster and more precise than the last. Seijuro, despite his bandaged torso and lingering pain from the fight with Toji, moved like water, his movements smooth and controlled. He deflected each attack with practiced ease, redirecting punches and dodging kicks as though he could read Satoru's mind.

Seijuro attempted a counterattack, sweeping low to catch Satoru off balance. But Satoru jumped back at the last moment, flipping in midair and landing with surprising agility.

"Not bad," Seijuro said, genuinely impressed. "You're improving."

Satoru gritted his teeth, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. Even with his Six Eyes, his father's speed was uncanny. He could see Seijuro's movements clearly, but reacting to them was different. It was as if his father's instincts were sharper than what his eyes could predict.

Satoru took a step back, creating distance between them. Seijuro tilted his head, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "Why the sudden retreat, Satoru?"

A smirk tugged at Satoru's lips. "I'll show you my progress, Father."

Seijuro raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. "Oh? Let's see what you've got, then."

Satoru planted his feet firmly, his eyes glowing faintly as he concentrated. He raised his hand, and the air around him began to stir. The faint hum of cursed energy grew louder, causing the grass beneath him to ripple as though moved by an invisible force.

He was summoning Blue.

A small, vibrant blue orb began to form in the space just above Satoru's outstretched palm. It pulsed faintly, its color a deep, brilliant azure, and the surrounding air seemed drawn toward it.

Seijuro's eyes widened slightly as he watched his son. He hadn't anticipated Satoru going all out during their sparring session, especially not after the damage the boy's Blue caused in their training area last time.

Still, Seijuro didn't move. He remained standing where he was, his stance calm but ready. "Well then," he said, a teasing smirk on his lips. "Don't keep me waiting, Satoru."

Satoru gritted his teeth, pouring more energy into the orb. It grew larger, its edges crackling with raw power. His hands trembled slightly under the strain, but his smirk remained.

"You said this wouldn't be easy," Satoru said, his voice steady despite the effort. "So, I won't hold back!"

The Blue orb in his palm shone brighter, its gravitational pull intensifying. Even Seijuro could feel its force from where he stood. But instead of being concerned, he chuckled softly, his crimson eyes sparkling with pride and amusement.