Shattered | Gojo Satoru

𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 : 𝓉𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒

Gojo walks through the dense forest, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. The confrontation with Miyu has left him unsettled. The fierce determination in her eyes, the way she has challenged his decision — it all gnaws at him. But he couldn't waver now. The stakes are too high, and the enemy is closing in. He couldn't let him exploit her, couldn't allow her to be used as a weapon.

Yet, even as he repeat this to himself, the image of her hurt and frustration lingers in his mind. He has seen the pain in her eyes when he refuses to bring her along. He has seen her resolve hardened, but also the fear beneath it — the fear of losing him, the fear of being left behind.

But Gojo is resolute. He has made up his mind. Leaving her behind is the only way to ensure her safety. He couldn't bear the thought of her being in danger, especially not when their enemies are so focus on using her as a tool for his destruction. He needs to focus on the task at hand — eliminating the threat, once and for all.

Still, as he approaches the clearing where he has planned to meet his allies, a heavy sense of foreboding settles over him. What if he is making a mistake? What if, by pushing her away, he is playing right into the enemy's hands?

His steps slow as these thoughts swirl in his mind, but he forces himself to keep moving. He couldn't afford to be distracted. The plan is in motion, and he needs to see it through.

When he arrives at the clearing, Gojo is greeted by his allies — strong sorcerers who have fought by his side before. They exchange brief nods, understanding the gravity of the situation without needing to say much. They are all aware of the danger they are walking into, and they are prepared to face it head-on.

Gojo lays out the details of the plan, carefully omitting any mention of Miyu. He couldn't let them know how much she weighs on his mind. They need to focus on the mission, not on the personal turmoil that is tearing him apart.

As they finalized their preparations, Gojo felt a pang of guilt. Miyu has always been his anchor, his reason for pushing forward. And now, he is shutting her out, keeping her in the dark. But he knows that if he doesn't, if he allows her to be part of this, the risks would be too great.

"Ready?" one of the sorcerer asked, breaking Gojo out of his thoughts.

Gojo nods, his expression hardening. "Let's move."

They set off, moving swiftly and silently through the forest. Gojo takes the lead, his senses on high alert. Every rustle of leaves, every distant sound, could be the sign of the enemy lying in the wait. He knows they are out there, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

As they move deeper into the forest, Gojo couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something is wrong. He has spent years honing his instincts, and they are screaming at him now. But he pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand.

Hours passed, and the forest grown darker, more oppressive. Gojo's team remains vigilant, but the tension is palpable. They are getting closer to their target — an old, abandoned temple deep within the forest, where the enemy is rumoured to be hiding.

When they finally reach the temple, Gojo's unease intensifies. The place is eerily quiet, too quiet. He signals for his team to spread out, to be ready for anything. As they cautiously approach the entrance, the air seems to grow heavier, charged with a dark energy.

Gojo's hands tighten around the hilt of his weapon as he pushes open the heavy wooden doors. The interior of the temple is dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls. But it isn't the darkness that unnerves him — it is the sense of something lurking just out of sight, something malevolent and waiting.