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

Chapter 35

As Seijuro, Satoru, Suguru, and Suguru's father stepped inside the house, a sense of warmth filled the modest space. The scent of freshly brewed tea lingered in the air, and family photos adorned the walls—simple yet full of cherished memories.

Suguru's father, turned to his son with a gentle smile. "Suguru, why don't you show Satoru-kun to your room?"

Suguru blinked, then nodded. "Okie." He turned to Satoru and held out his hand. "Follow me."

Satoru grinned and eagerly took his hand. "Yay! Let's go!"

As the two boys disappeared down the hallway, their excited chatter echoing faintly, Suguru's father exhaled in relief. It had been a stressful day, but seeing his son happy and safe put him at ease.

Turning to Seijuro, Suguru's father gestured toward the living room. "Now that it's just us, let's sit down and talk."

Seijuro nodded. "Sounds good, Geto-san."

Suguru's father chuckled. "Ah, just Masamune is fine. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier."

Seijuro waved his hand dismissively. "No worries at all, Masamune-san."

They moved to the living room, a cozy yet tidy space with a low wooden table at its center. A teapot and cups were already placed on a tray, steam rising from them. Masamune motioned for Seijuro to sit across from him.

As they settled in, Masamune let out a deep sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "First of all, thank you for bringing Suguru back. He was missing for almost six hours—I was worried sick."

Seijuro offered a small smile. "It's nothing, really. I'm just glad we found him before anything bad happened."

Masamune nodded, gratitude evident in his expression. But now that they were alone, Seijuro knew it was time to shift the conversation to something more important.

"Masamune-san," Seijuro started, his tone shifting to something more serious, "there's something we need to discuss—about Suguru-kun

, about cursed energy, and about the world he's unknowingly been born into."

Masamune's brow furrowed slightly. "Cursed energy...? What do you mean?"

Seijuro leaned forward slightly, his crimson eyes locking onto Masamune's. "I'll explain everything, but first—how much do you know about sorcerers?"

Masamune frowned, his fingers tightening slightly around the teacup in front of him. "Sorcerers? You mean... like those old myths and fairy tales?"

Seijuro exhaled, leaning back slightly. He had expected this reaction. The vast majority of non-sorcerers had no knowledge of Jujutsu society—unless they were directly involved in it.

"No, not myths. Reality." Seijuro gestured toward the hallway where Satoru and Suguru had disappeared. "Your son has immense cursed energy, Masamune-san. More than some adult sorcerers I've encountered."

Masamune's eyes widened slightly, but he remained silent, waiting for Seijuro to elaborate.

"Cursed energy is a form of power that exists within all humans, born from negative emotions." Seijuro continued. "Most people produce it without realizing it, but very few—like your son—are capable of controlling it. Those people are called Jujutsu Sorcerers."

Masamune placed his cup down on the table carefully. "And what exactly does a Jujutsu Sorcerer... do?"

Seijuro met his gaze head-on. "We exorcise curses. Creatures born from humanity's accumulated negativity—fear, hatred, resentment. They take form and prey on people. It's the responsibility of sorcerers to destroy them before they wreak havoc."