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

Chapter 19

9 hours and 12 minutes earlier...

Seijuro stepped out of the bustling Sendai train station, the lively hum of city life immediately enveloping him. Dressed in a white hoodie, black jeans, and pristine white sneakers, his attire was deliberately simple—ideal for blending in while maintaining mobility. He didn't want to stand out in a city filled with ordinary citizens.

"Seijuro-sama," a voice called from behind.

Turning, he saw two of his servants approaching, their appearances modest yet professional. Both were dressed in plain, unassuming suits—perfect for their roles as information gatherers. They nodded respectfully, their expressions calm but focused.

"Let's head to the hotel we booked," Seijuro said, his tone steady but purposeful.

The servants immediately hailed a cab, and the trio embarked on a short journey through the streets of Sendai City. The cab weaved through the urban sprawl, past a mix of high-rise buildings and quiet residential streets. After a brief ride, they arrived at a high-end hotel nestled in one of the quieter, more upscale neighborhoods.

The lobby exuded understated elegance, with polished marble floors reflecting the warm glow of crystal chandeliers hanging above. Soft piano music floated through the air, adding a refined, almost serene touch to the atmosphere. Behind the reception desk, a cheerful receptionist greeted them with a practiced smile.

"Welcome to the Sendai Grand Hotel," she said warmly. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Yes," one of the servants replied, stepping forward smoothly. "It's under the name Gojo."

The receptionist's hands moved swiftly over her keyboard before she nodded. "Ah, yes. We have your reservation here—three rooms. One master suite and two deluxe rooms. I'll have the concierge escort you to your accommodations."

The check-in process was seamless, thanks to the thorough preparation of Seijuro's servants. Within minutes, they were led through the hotel's halls to their respective rooms.

"This is your suite, Mister Gojo," the concierge said, opening the door to Seijuro's room.

Seijuro stepped inside, pausing momentarily to take in the luxurious surroundings. The suite was a perfect blend of modernity and sophistication. Floor-to-ceiling windows provided a stunning view of the city skyline, the lights twinkling like stars against the deepening twilight. A king-sized bed, draped in pristine linens, sat at the room's center, flanked by sleek nightstands. A plush sofa invited relaxation in one corner, while a glass desk with minimalist decor stood ready for work.

Releasing a deep sigh, Seijuro kicked off his sneakers and let himself fall backward onto the bed. The mattress cradled him like a cloud, offering a moment of respite from the weight of his mission.

He stared at the ceiling, his mind already shifting back to business. "Alright..." he muttered, the faintest edge of determination creeping into his voice. "Time to start gathering information about Kaori Itadori."

Though the room offered every comfort he could imagine, Seijuro knew rest would have to wait. There was too much at stake.

After several minutes of collecting his thoughts, Seijuro rose from his plush hotel bed and headed to the adjoining room where his servants were stationed.

-Knock! Knock!

The door opened almost immediately, revealing the two servants who greeted him with a respectful bow.

"Seijuro-sama," one said, stepping aside to let him in.

Though less opulent than Seijuro's suite, the servants' room was immaculately organized. A laptop glowed softly on the desk, casting light on a corkboard on the wall. The board was filled with maps of Sendai, photographs, sticky notes, and pins connected by thin strings, forming a web of information.