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A whole consisting of 3 parts.
Pride
Ideals
Virtue
3 parts were 1 whole
3 became 2
Virtue disappeared leaving them without control.
Without sense and reason, ideals also break no matter how noble they are.
1 was the only part that remained.
Broken,
Without control,
Alone,
There stood the pride before the bloody body of its second counterpart.
The pride was broken, yet still alive.
He breathes
He fights
He leads and teaches
He opposes
But is he really alive?
The man whose eyes resembled the endless skies leaned cautiously back in his chair as he picked up one of the many framed pictures he had on his desk at school. His long fingers tenderly stroked the elegantly engraved frame as his crystal blue eyes roamed over the joyful faces and a slight lonely smile hung on his pink lips.
The man has several more such photos hanging in his flat. And one that swings around his heart day in and day out. It is attached to a slender and delicate silver chain in the shape of a diamond.
The silver keepsake has been engraved by hand with great care.
This piece of jewellery is one of the few mementos he still has of his teacher. The white-haired man can still picture her sitting there, fiddling with the little pendant, her tongue slightly out of her mouth, one of her little quirks that she did when she was focused.The loneliness in Gojo Satoru's smile grew stronger as he began to remember the people in the picture.
All the moments they had together.
Yes together, not like now.
Now he has neither control nor strength.
No one keeps him grounded anymore, nor does anyone build him up.
The foundation of his existence was torn and destroyed by him.
Gojo Satoru now stood alone in this cruel sea full of movement and emotions, but how he wished he could stay in the past with his old but beautiful mistakes for the rest of his time.
Yet the future was like a huge tsunami, dragging everything and everyone with it, whether you wanted it or not.
This sea is threatening to submerge him.
He is drowning.
Every day, piece by piece.
Satoru Gojo is drowning in the Black Sea as the water changed day by day into the disgusting and sinister muddy mire of a swamp.
If it continues like this, it will not be long before he is completely captured by the swamp and sinks to the bottom of the dark broth.
Now the person called the strongest is nothing more than a singularity.
Indeed Gojo Satoru is nowadays a singularity, an anomaly They all were.
Abnormalities but back then they were complete, a complete and perfect universe.
Of course, this universe needed 3 people to function.
They all complemented each other.
Unfortunately, one universe cannot exist within another, so fate decided to tear them apart.
Piece by piece, it broke apart before only he existed.
The head of the Gojo clan
Teacher at the school of magic
the strongest jujutsu sorcerer
That is who Gojo Satoru is.
But how he longed for the times when things were different.
To the times when he was thrown into the dirt daily by the blue-haired woman while she complained about his "God awful posture".
He would love to go back to the time he saw Getou laughing his head off as he watched the two candy lovers argue over the different kinds of caramel and which was better than the other.
He would like to go back to the time when he didn't have to deal with clan politics or protect his students from the pressing threat of execution.
He would like to go back to the time when he was not the strongest.
He would like to go back to when he was just Satoru.
But Satoru only existed with the two people who forced their way into his heart to make a home there. But when they left, they also took a part of his heart with them.
In his pale hands he holds only the pieces that remained.
"Shoko-san, I have a question."
The overly tired doctor looked in the direction of the training field when she saw a pink haired teenager coming towards her. Behind him were the rest of the 1st and 2nd year trainees who could ill conceal their curiosity in the answer she could possibly give them. This now brought out her own curiosity in the brown haired one. She was now interested to see what question the students would ask her.
"Well, we were all interested to see if you could tell us who the woman is in the pictures that are on Gojo Sensei's desk. She must have been someone important, after all, since she's not only on Sensei's table, but Nanamin's as well, and if I recall correctly, a picture of her was also on yours, wasn't it?"
The students mused back when they asked their white-haired teacher about the mysterious woman.
But every time they asked about her, he got a funny look in his eyes. When the usually energetic teacher suddenly indulged in a melancholic silence and became fixated on the faces that could be seen in the pictures. His eyes seemed to be caught in another time.
In the end, he never answered the question.
Shoko was not surprised that even to this day the white-haired one was unable to talk about the young woman.
Because to sit down and talk about her would mean that he would accept it, he would accept that she had completely disappeared from the face of the earth and so would never return.
With Getou it was different or rather easier, after all he was the person who had killed him, but with her it was more complicated she was not only a partner or friend.
She was also his teacher without him he would not be nearly as strong as he was today and not only in martial arts had she brought him to new heights. She was a thread of contemplation, someone whose guidance even he would follow, someone who passed on his dreams to him.
Shoko exhaled heavily before she began, "Chimiko Regalis."
Several pairs of eyes looked in surprise in the brown haired one's direction.
"Chimiko Regalis, that's the name of the woman in the pictures.
" Realisation ran across the students' eyes as they tried to remember if they had ever heard that name. Of course, Ieri noticed those looks.
"Chimiko Sensei was a teacher at this school to be specific. She was a teacher of ours. She was young, right after she finished school she started her teaching job here."
Shoko leaned back slightly, trying to find a comfortable position as her thoughts drifted back to her mentor.
"Chimiko Regalis was a special grade jujutsu sorcerer and the strongest of her generation, she was on a different level than Gojo. Please don't get me wrong both are the strongest in their respective fields.
When it comes to curse energy and technique it would be Gojo, but even if that's the case, he's never won a fight against her and even though I don't know exactly how strong he is now, I know one thing."
"...He would still lose."
The students' looks were very sceptical. A small laugh escaped Ieri.
"She was a master of weapons. One of the main reasons she has the special grade status is because she doesn't really need to use her technique even without it just using the curse weapons she has on hand, she can deal with curses of any grade without any problems.
Gojo would only be half as strong as she is today if it wasn't for her hard training and the high expectations she had for her students.
It was always a spectacle, there was never a day when he didn't come to the infirmary wing completely filthy and tired to be healed.
In her opinion, it was training for all, as healing others helped me along.
"But no matter how much expectation she had for her students, she had even more on herself Chimiko never sat around when she wasn't sleeping or on a mission she was training ... to be honest, her ambition also brought more motivation in her students.
Well, even if we were theoretically her students, she was not much older than us there was just a 5 years difference so when we started school she had finished her education at the same time.
You could say she was more of a senpai than a sensei."
Shoko usually did not talk so much and then about a particular person but no one said anything to pull her out of her reminiscence because with every word the doctor spoke it raised even more interest in the hearts of the students.
After all, this way one can learn that there was a stronger person before Gojo Satoru.
Thus, it could also be said that she had passed this torch to him.
The group did not have to ask what happened to the cheerful-looking woman, just from the behaviour of Shoko and Gojo they could find out that this strong person was no longer walking this earth. But there were even bigger questions after all, if she was so strong how could it happen that she was dead?
But although all the students wondered about it, no one asked the question.
During the narration, Yaga, who had come out of his office, saw the group that had gathered around the 28-year-old.He quickly understood why the small group had formed.
"It seems a few are interested in the stories of the past and not in training."
The words were spoken without any energy, whereupon, of course, all faces turned to the bespectacled headmaster.
"Yaga-sensei can you also tell us something about Ms Regalis?"
The voice came surprisingly from Megumi, having seen several photos of the woman, his curiosity had been piqued for years.
"There is not much I can say about her except that I often see her in Satoru. Like a ghost, both of them were, so cruelly energetic, it just suited Chimiko better and wasn't as annoying."
The students' looks hinted at doubt, even Yaga had to think again about his statement.
"It's quite simple she showed the people around her her wishes and dreams and after she left they took it in their own hands to finish them for her as she was no longer able to.I saw how slowly but surely the people around her changed you could see it in the behaviour of the others which had probably been a way for those people to never forget her or in that sense you can say Regalis never really left here. Her dreams, her will, wishes, strengths, words, even her behaviour lives on in these people."
Those were the last words he spoke before he left, the same was also with ieri and now the students stood there as they slowly digested the information they received from the two adults.
"you know, something's strange."
At Maki's words, everyone looked to the green haired one as she continued. "Everyone has been talking about her being 'gone', but no one has ever said she actually died...could it be that Chimiko Regalis just disappeared a few years ago without leaving anything behind.
I mean, that would explain the headmaster's vague account and Satoru's unwillingness to talk about it again. No one knows if she really passed away."
A light seemed to go on in the heads of the others - yes, that should make sense.
It's just that certain people have accepted the death, while others were still under the belief that she's out there somewhere.
But through the stories, the students found out about their teacher's missing teacher.
Chimiko Regalis was someone who writes stories, be it those of her students, friends, partners or co-workers.
She writes them all down, even the history of the world.
Future and past,a slight smirk crossed a pair of red painted lips as another book was closed and found a place on one of the many large shelves.
The hand that stroked the written memories with gentle tenderness stopped carefully in front of a book.
A series of books that had been lovingly cared for, these books were often picked up and read. The hand, roughened by years of training with all kinds of weapons, stopped at the beginning of the series before the person who owned the hand decided to reminisce about the past.
A lonely place in the endless emptiness of this place. Apart from the memories she had written down, there was no soul here, only the endless darkness.
The final resting place.
The place where all humanity will eventually appear.
The silent figure moved towards the only table in this wondrous library. She thought to herself that it could do no harm to revel a little in the happy years.
After all, it had been a while since anyone had come to see her, even Yu had already said goodbye.
So she has time while she waits for the rest, but even though she is a little lonely, she hopes that every single one of them will take as long as possible to get to this place.
A slight giggle falls from the woman's lips.
This is the only time she would allow them to be late.
Leisurely, the hair that resembles a waterfall is seen blowing slowly to the movement of her body. Relaxed against the chair, the golden irises concentrated on the carefully written book, as if it were the greatest treasure of the lonely guardian.
On the book, written only in golden ink, was a date.
But it was written with such light guidance that the emotions practically flooded over.
The date written in beautiful script was the date of-
15. 09. 2005
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Sensei - teacher
Senpai - upper classman
San - polite form of address