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

Chapter 26

"So, why the hell am I riding in a limo?" an elderly man with a face full of wrinkles, short white hair, and sharp green eyes grumbled. Wasuke Itadori was visibly irritated, his expression like a thundercloud as he glanced around the luxurious interior.

He turned to Jin, his voice rising. "Not only did you sell our house and café, but you even dragged me into this circus! You had me packing like I was some kind of spry youngster!"

Jin, seated next to his father, winced slightly at the scolding. "I'm sorry, Dad, but it's for your safety. I didn't have a choice."

"Didn't have a choice?" Wasuke scoffed, narrowing his eyes. "You expect me to believe that nonsense? You're not exactly the adventurous type, Jin! And what kind of trouble could you have possibly gotten yourself into?"

Kaori, sitting across from them with Seijuro, stifled a chuckle, while Seijuro leaned back in his seat with an amused smirk.

The truth was, Wasuke's day had been nothing short of chaotic. One moment, he was sipping tea in their cozy café; the next, Jin frantically told him to pack up everything they owned because their lives were in danger. When Wasuke had asked why, Jin's response had been vague—just mutterings about "evil people" and "Seijuro Gojo" being their only chance at survival.

The real shock came when he stepped outside and saw a sleek black limo waiting for them. Wasuke's initial thought had been that the mafia had finally come to collect on a debt he didn't even know they owed. He'd tensed up immediately, only to be surprised when Jin seemed excited rather than terrified.

Then, out stepped the white-haired, crimson-eyed man who introduced himself as Seijuro Gojo. Wasuke had been wary, asking Jin hushedly if this was some old friend of his son's. Jin had nodded, though Wasuke could tell there was more to the story.

Introductions followed, but the real bombshell came when Seijuro started explaining things—cursed energy, cursed spirits, jujutsu sorcerers, and the real threats that had made their peaceful lives untenable. Wasuke struggled to wrap his head around all of it, especially the part where Jin was apparently "special" and had "potential" to become a sorcerer.

Now, sitting in the plush limo, Wasuke's frustration boiled over. He glared at Jin, his voice rising. "You stupid son of mine! What possessed you to get yourself involved in this cursed nonsense? Have you lost your mind?"

Jin sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. "Dad, I didn't choose this. It's not like I went out looking for trouble! Trouble found me."

"Trouble found you?" Wasuke threw up his hands. "Well, congratulations, you're officially a magnet for disaster! And what about me? You've dragged me into it, too!"

Seijuro, watching the exchange with a smirk, finally decided to step in. "Relax, Wasuke-san," he said, his tone calm yet commanding. "Your son didn't ask for this, but he's handling it well. Better than most would in his position."

Wasuke turned his sharp green eyes to Seijuro. "And who exactly are you to be lecturing me, young man?"

Seijuro's smirk widened slightly. "Someone who's saving your lives, apparently."

Kaori snorted, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her laughter. "You've got to admit, Itadori-san, he's not wrong."

Wasuke huffed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat. "Fine. But if this whole situation gets us killed, I'm holding you responsible."

"Noted," Seijuro replied with a mock salute.

The tension in the limo lightened somewhat, though Wasuke continued to grumble under his breath. Jin, meanwhile, stared out the window, clearly trying to avoid his father's ire.