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

Chapter 24

The woman tilted her head, her smile unwavering but distant, like an unbroken mask concealing something beyond comprehension. Her crimson gaze shifted to Mahito, freezing him in place as though his essence was scrutinized.

Mahito's usual smugness wavered. For the first time, the cursed spirit felt truly insignificant. His limbs refused to obey him as though the air around him conspired to hold him in place.

She began to walk, her movements fluid and deliberate, the hem of her white dress brushing softly against the ethereal flowers beneath her feet. Mahito's breath hitched—or at least, it felt like it should have- had his lungs to breathe. Yet, to his surprise, the woman didn't stop before him. She walked past him as if he were nothing more than a shadow in her path.

With great effort, Mahito managed to turn his head, his twisted grin replaced by a grimace of confusion and unease. He saw her approach Seijuro's frozen form, focusing entirely on the still, lifeless man standing amidst the strange domain.

The woman extended her hand, and Seijuro's body levitated gently into the air as if pulled by invisible threads. Mahito could only watch in stunned silence.

The woman's fingers caressed Seijuro's face with a gentleness that seemed almost maternal, her smile soft yet distant. "An elemental... pretending to be human... how quaint," she said, her tone laced with intrigue.

Her crimson eyes trailed down his form, her hand moving from his face to rest lightly on his chest. "You've forgotten who you are, brother. Your entanglement with these mortals... it isn't what Gaia intended."

Mahito's mind raced, trying to piece together what she was saying. Elemental? Brother? Gaia? The words meant little to him, but their weight was undeniable.

The woman's hand began to glow, a radiant light that enveloped Seijuro's body. His form pulsed with the same glow, the ethereal energy coursing through him like rivers of light. She manipulated his body gently, lowering him back to the ground, where he landed with a soft thud among the flowers.

Her empty smile lingered as she leaned closer to Seijuro, her voice a soft murmur. "Remember who you are, brother. You are far greater than this."

With that, she straightened, her movements elegant and deliberate, like a queen surveying her domain. Her crimson eyes turned to Mahito, who instinctively tensed, his body refusing to move but his cursed energy flaring in quiet rebellion.

Her gaze pierced through him, silencing even his thoughts. "Cursed spirits... your existence is insignificant to us elementals. You are mere echoes of despair, fleeting in the face of eternity."

Mahito swallowed hard—or would have if his form allowed it. For the first time, he felt fear that wasn't rooted in survival but in something far deeper—primal and unyielding.

She stepped closer, her presence suffocating. "Harm him, and you'll face not just my wrath but the world's wrath itself."

The words were spoken softly, yet they thundered through Mahito's very being. His usual defiance wavered as he felt something he had never experienced: the instinct to obey. This wasn't submission—it was survival.

The woman turned her crimson eyes toward Kenjaku, who stood motionless at a distance. Her serene expression betrayed no emotion, yet the sheer force of her presence sent waves of tension rippling through the air. The wind carried the faint scent of flowers, but nothing was peaceful about the atmosphere she commanded.

Her elegant steps barely disturbed the white flowers beneath her feet as she began walking toward him, each movement as deliberate as it was graceful.

Kaori and Jin stood rooted in place, their breaths shallow, their limbs frozen. They were mere spectators to something far beyond their understanding.