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世
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?
ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ?
❝ ─𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦?
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦?
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦. ❠
๋࣭ ⭑ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ⭑
๋࣭⭑ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ .𖥔 ݁ ˖
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As the sun begins to dip below the horizon, Tokyo transforms into a mesmerizing landscape of bright skyscrapers against the backdrop of the fading twilight. The streets come alive with the hustle and bustle of commuters and locals, while the towering buildings reflect the warm hues of the setting sun. The iconic Tokyo Tower pierce through the skyline, casting their long shadows over the cityscape. Amidst the urban sprawl, pockets of serene greenery offer moments of respite, creating a juxtaposition of nature and technology.
As the city lights flicker to life, an air of mystique enveloped the grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High. Within the school's ancient walls, illuminated by flickering torches and mystical runes, sorcerers of the different clans gathered for a night of sorcery. Shadows danced across the courtyard as students honed their skills, weaving intricate spells, dominating the curse energy around them and summoning ethereal beings under the guidance of seasoned masters. The scent of incense hung in the air, mingling with the faint whispers of caged curse spirits that were displayed before the audience. In this convergence of tradition and modernity, Tokyo Jujutsu High became a beacon of enchantment, casting its spell over the cityscape and beckoning those attuned to the mysteries.
"Shall we take a look at the events of 2005 Jujutsu night of spells event?" A Jujutsu sorcerer who was probably a third year student at Kyoto high was recording himself in the camera, walking through the rows of old and young sorcerers. "We have a mind blowing news." One of his friend jumped on his shoulder excitedly. She cooed clapping her hands. "That's right." The guy agreed draping his arm around his friend's shoulder. "The final part of tonight's event is currently going on in the main ground. In which the best sorcerer from each clan uses a technique he/she has mastered to kill the curse in one blow. And unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru from Gojo clan is performing very well."
The guy explained to his virtual viewers enthusiastically. "He's young, but doing very well." His friend cheered up on which he agreed again. "You're right, he's only a first year against the adult higher grade sorcerers. I hope he overcome the pressure and become the winner." The guy replied crossing his fingers. He looked at his friend and smiled cheerfully as he lifted his arm up from her shoulder. "We're rooting for him. Now we'll take you to the actual performance too." With that he turned his camera, recording the center of the big circle now.
The spectators gathered in anticipation, a hushed reverence fell over the courtyard of Tokyo Jujutsu High. In the center, a large circle had formed, with eager onlookers craning their necks for a better view. At the perimeter of the circle stood the performing sorcerers, their expressions focused and determined, each one a master of their craft. Before them, in a row of sturdy cages, lurked the curse spirits, their malevolent presence palpable even through the iron bars. Each cage contained a different manifestation of darkness, twisted and contorted into grotesque forms that seemed to writhe with anticipation
"Here's the Tokyo Jujutsu High campus center. The final event of tonight 'Jujutsu night of spells' has already begun. I really hope Gojo Satoru takes the win. Honestly non of us here expected him to be in lead. Those sorcerers next to him are full fledged sorcerers from powerful clans. It's also his first year in jujutsu high too. And with no doubt his first 'jujutsu night of spells event'. The 15 year-old is doing such a good job against the stronger sorcerers. I wonder if he can actually win."
The guy said while his camera was recording the sorcerers who stood in a line facing the iron cages in front of them. In the middle of the angry looking men stood a boy with ocean blue eyes. His soft white locks painted with the tint of orange because of the torches. He stood firmly, fists clenched to each side. His eyes never leaving the curse in front of him which was thrashing. Soon the elders signaled them to prepare. The sorcerers stood in a line, their stances poised and their energies coiled like tightly wound springs, flaring around their bodies. With a silent signal, the cages were opened with loud screeching noise. As the cages swung open, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd, mingled with a sense of apprehension at the unleashed malevolence now free to roam.
The curse spirits, sensing their newfound freedom, surged forward with twisted glee, their dark forms twisting and contorting as they sought out their targets. The sorcerers simultaneously unleashed their techniques, a symphony of arcane power reverberating through the air. The atmosphere crackled with energy as the sorcerers channeled their mastery into devastating blows. One by one, the curse spirits were targeted, each sorcerer unleashing their unique technique with precision and skill. Arcs of lightning, torrents of flame, and waves of raw energy surged forth, converging on the cursed beings with deadly intent. Few fought in combat few summoned their own spirits.
In a dazzling display of supernatural prowess, the curse spirits were fighting for their lives against the powerful, decisive blow from each sorcerer. The air filled with the acrid scent of dissipating malevolence as the cages rattled with the force of the impact. The spectators erupted into applause, their admiration mingling with awe at the display of power before them. Amidst the flurry of activity, amidst the chaos and cacophony of battle, stood Gojo Satoru, a beacon of calm amidst the storm. His stance was unwavering, his gaze fixed with laser-like intensity on the curse spirit creeping towards him with malicious intent. With fists clenched at his sides, Satoru exuded an aura of quiet confidence, a silent declaration of his unrivaled power and mastery over the arcane. His expression remained stoic, betraying no hint of fear or doubt, as he assessed the approaching threat with a keen eye.
The curse spirit, sensing the formidable presence before it, hesitated for a moment, its malevolent gaze locked in a silent standoff with Satoru's unwavering stare. But he remained unmoved, his focus unbroken as he prepared to confront the creature with unparalleled skill and precision. As the battle raged on around them, the audience couldn't help but notice the enigmatic figure of Satoru standing seemingly motionless amidst the chaos. Murmurs of confusion rippled through the crowd as they observed his stoic demeanor and apparent inaction in the face of the encroaching curse spirit. Whispers spread like wildfire, speculation running rampant as to why Satoru, renowned for his unparalleled skill and prowess, remained still while others fought valiantly. Some wondered if he was testing the limits of his abilities, while others questioned if he was simply biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and some taunts saying he's weak and is afraid to face the curse.
"Gojo Satoru is still...just standing there. He needs to do something quick otherwise that curse will..." The guy, still recording, trailed of as he witnessed the scene in front of him. As the curse spirit lunged forward, its maw gaping wide with malicious intent, Satoru remained eerily still, his focus unbroken as he extended his hand forward with a determined expression. In that critical moment, he invoked a curse technique, a power he had yet to master fully.
"Jutsushiki Hanten - Aka"
These were the only words that escaped the young sorcerer's lips. A collective gasp escaped the lips of the audience as they witnessed his audacious move. The air crackled with anticipation, tension hanging thick as the curse spirit closed in, its malevolent aura pulsating with dark energy. With a surge of raw power, Satoru unleashed his curse technique with unparalleled precision. A brilliant crimson light erupted from his outstretched hand, engulfing the curse spirit in a blinding inferno of energy. The ground trembled beneath the force of his unleashed power as shockwaves rippled outward, sending shivers through the very fabric of reality.
In a heartbeat, the curse spirit was vanquished, its malevolent essence dissolving into nothingness before the overwhelming might of Gojo Satoru's curse technique. Silence descended upon the courtyard, broken only by the hushed whispers of awe and disbelief that swept through the stunned audience. the remaining curse spirits retrieved abruptly, rushing into shadows to save themselves from the young sorcerer. For in that moment, Satoru had transcended his own limitations, harnessing the full potential of his curse energy with a mastery that defied comprehension. And as the echoes of his victory reverberated through the air.
As the stunned silence lingered, it was Satoru's father who broke the silence, his heart swelling with pride as he rushed forward to embrace his 15-year-old son. With tears of joy glistening in his eyes, he enveloped his son in a tight hug, overcome with emotion at his son's stunning victory. "Satoru, my son!" he exclaimed, his voice ringing out with pride and admiration. "You've done it! You've mastered 'Reversal Red'!" For a moment the teenager remained in his smudge expression. But once he realized what happened, he wrapped his arms around his father tightly.
Feeling the warmth of his father's embrace and hearing his words of pride, his heart swelled with a mix of emotions. A radiant smile spread across his face, banishing any lingering doubts or insecurities as he returned his father's hug with equal fervor. "Dad," Satoru said, his voice filled with gratitude and joy, "thank you. I couldn't have done it without your support and guidance." In that moment, surrounded by the cheers and applause of their fellow sorcerers and spectators, Satoru's spirits soared, buoyed by the love and encouragement of his father. Together, they stood as a testament to the power of family and the unbreakable bond between them.
"He won?! It's awesome! Normally, young sorcerers loses their calm under great pressure, but he turned the game around. Seems like a new star is going to shine bright." The guy exclaimed unavailable to contain his excitement. Tears of pride and happiness streamed down Satoru's father's face, his emotions overflowing at the sight of his son's victory. Unable to contain his overwhelming feelings, he let out a choked sob. "My son," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "I am so proud of you. You've surpassed all expectations and shown the world the true extent of your power and potential." Satoru's eyes glistened with joy as he embraced his father once more, their shared moment of joy and love transcending words.
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As the night settled in, casting a soft glow through the windows of the houses, Gojo family gathered in the living room, seeking solace and comfort after a long day. The soft glow of the television illuminated their faces as they sat together, a sense of warmth and contentment filling the air. Satoru wasn't home. His mother reclined on the sofa, her expression one of peaceful relaxation as she watched the screen with a gentle smile. Beside her, Satoru's father and the clan leader, sat in his favorite armchair, a sense of quiet contentment radiating from him as he sipped on a cup of tea.
Satoru's younger brother, full of youthful energy, sprawled out on the floor with cushions scattered around him, his eyes alight with curiosity as he eagerly awaited the start of their chosen program. His enthusiasm was infectious, bringing a sense of vibrancy and joy to the room. Beside the young boy, Satoru's older sister sat perched on the edge of the sofa, a picture of grace and poise as she leaned in to join the family gathering. Her quiet strength and gentle demeanor added a sense of balance to the group, grounding them in the present moment with her serene presence.
Satoru's mother heard the doorbell, a sense of anticipation filled her. With a warm smile, she called out to her son, assuming it was him returning home. "Is that you, Satoru?" she called out, her voice filled with affection and eagerness. "Why are you so late?" With a sense of anticipation tinged with concern, she made her way towards the main door, eager to welcome her beloved son back home. "Where have you been? You missed out our favorite show. It's nearly over now." She kept talking while opening the door eagerly. With a broad smile she opened the door to greet her son but what she saw, stole her smile.
When his wife didn't returned to the dining room, Satoru's father got up to check on her. As Satoru's father approached his wife, a sense of dread crept over him as he noticed her motionless form on the floor. His heart pounding with fear, he rushed to her side, his worst fears confirmed as he saw the limbs completely contorted and her body disfigured.
Before he could fully comprehend the horror of the scene, a chilling sensation washed over him, alerting him to the presence of someone else in the room. With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he looked up to see a figure cloaked in darkness, their features obscured by a menacing mask. A surge of panic gripped Satoru's father as he realized the danger he was in, but before he could even utter a word or process the situation, the masked assailant unleashed a strange curse technique unlike anything he had ever seen. Waves of dark energy pulsed through the air, enveloping him in an inescapable grip.
Unable to defend himself, Satoru's father was powerless against the onslaught of the curse technique. Agonizing pain seared through his body as the dark energy consumed him, twisting and contorting his form in ways beyond comprehension. In a moment of sheer terror, he succumbed to the relentless assault of the curse technique, his life extinguished by the merciless force unleashed upon him. As the unknown entity stepped into the house, a palpable sense of dread hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the once peaceful home. With ruthless efficiency, it turned its attention to Satoru's younger brother, who stood frozen with fear as he witnessed the horror unfolding before him.
Without a moment's hesitation, the entity unleashed the same cursed technique that had claimed the lives of his parents, dark energy crackling with malevolent intent as it enveloped the young boy. Helpless to defend himself, Satoru's brother was consumed by the relentless force of the curse, his cries of terror silenced as he succumbed to its unfathomable power. Next, the entity turned its attention to Satoru's older sister, who stood paralyzed with shock at the sight of her family's demise. With a sense of cruel inevitability, she too fell victim to the same cursed technique, her form twisted and contorted by the dark energy until she too lay lifeless on the ground. In the wake of the unspeakable tragedy, the once vibrant household lay shrouded in darkness and despair, its walls echoing with the anguished cries of those who had been torn from this world by the merciless hand of fate. And then the unknown entity vanished into the night, leaving behind only death and devastation in its wake.
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"Today's first news. Two days ago, we delivered the news that an entire family in Shinjuku was mysteriously murdered. The investigators named the young boy, Gojo Satoru, who's also a member of the Gojo clan as prime suspect." The passerby's saw the news, some ignored, some stayed to give comments. "Gojo Satoru is locked in the clan's dungeon on suspicions of parricide. The clan members will soon take a decision about him. The head of Gojo clan, his wife, their older daughter and youngest son, were found death in their living room on the morning of 24. Their bodies were disfigured, bones broken and limbs contorted. While investigating Gojo Satoru, who was not home on that day, the investigators found many doubtful points regarding his whereabouts that day. The sorcerers who were helping in investigation sensed a high amount of curse energy around the place as well."
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"The sorcerers found traces of curse energy in the house. And according to them the curse energy they felt there is similar to Gojo. There are many citizens who still remember the touching moment during the jujutsu night of spells event. The scene where his father ran to him and they hugged is still vivid in the people's eyes. If Gojo really murdered them what could be the motive of his crime?" In the solemn confines of the meeting room, the elders of the Gojo clan gathered to discuss the tragic murders that had befallen their esteemed leader and his family. Faces drawn with grief and concern, they deliberated over the unsettling circumstances surrounding the heinous crime that had shaken their clan to its core.
Among them, Satoru, the young scion of the Gojo clan, stood bound in heavy chains, his once vibrant spirit subdued by the weight of suspicion and accusation. Enchanted with curse spells to prevent any attempt at escape, the chains served as a stark reminder of the grave accusations leveled against him. As the elders exchanged somber words and shared their suspicions, Satoru remained silent, his heart heavy with the burden of his family's loss and the unjust accusations weighing upon him. Though innocent of the crimes laid at his feet, he knew that his protestations would fall on deaf ears in the face of overwhelming evidence and the deep-seated mistrust of his clan members.
Surrounded by the oppressive atmosphere of suspicion and doubt, Satoru could only watch in silence as the fate of his own future hung precariously in the balance. In that moment, amidst the solemnity of the meeting room, the young scion of the Gojo clan found himself ensnared in a web of intrigue and betrayal, his path forward uncertain and fraught with peril. "His motive is still unclear. But according to the testimonies, he had been having troubles with his father after he declared he wanted to quite learning sorcery and wanted to live a normal life."
The meeting continued on while the young boy stood with his head hung low. "Well, that still doesn't fully explain why the heir of one of the most powerful clans would commit parricide. " A sorcerer approached Satoru and untied the chains from the wall. He walked towards the door and pulled at the chains as if leading an animal. As Satoru was forcibly led into the adjacent room, he found himself alone with Elder Sorcerer Yoshinobu Gakuganji, a figure known for his disdain towards him. The atmosphere in the chamber was tense, charged with the weight of Gakuganji's disapproval and suspicion. Gakuganji's gaze bore into Satoru with an intensity that made him uneasy, a silent accusation hanging in the air. Satoru stood his ground, his jaw clenched in defiance despite the palpable hostility radiating from the elder sorcerer.
"Two people saw you at the back door. How would you explain that?" As Gakuganji asked his question. Satoru's mind raced, grappling with the weight of the accusation and the gravity of the situation. Despite the elder sorcerer's piercing gaze and pointed question, Satoru remained lost in thought, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties. Caught off guard by Gakuganji's accusation, Satoru struggled to formulate a response, his thoughts scattered and disjointed as he searched for an explanation that would satisfy the elder sorcerer's doubts. But try as he might, he found himself unable to muster a coherent reply, his mind clouded by the fog of disbelief and confusion.
Silence hung heavy in the air as Satoru wrestled with his inner turmoil, his failure to respond only serving to deepen Gakuganji's suspicions. With each passing moment, the tension in the room grew palpable, the weight of Gakuganji's accusation bearing down upon Satoru like a leaden weight. But even as he struggled to find his voice, Satoru remained steadfast in his resolve to prove his innocence and uncover the truth behind the accusations leveled against him. In that moment of uncertainty and doubt, he clung to the hope that justice would prevail and the truth would ultimately set him free.
"You had a fight with your father a week before the incident. Then you told your friend that you find him annoying and you wish him gone, correct." As Gakuganji pressed the accusations against him, Satoru's expression twisted in horror at the distorted narrative being presented. His mind raced to make sense of the situation, a mix of disbelief and outrage welling up within him. "No, I didn't!" Satoru replied. "Is that right? I understand you wanted to live by yourself. Yeah...you must have. Didn't you?"
Gakuganji rose from his seat and approached Satoru. A sense of apprehension gripped the young teenager. He tensed slightly as he felt the elder sorcerer's hands come to rest on his shoulders, the weight of his touch bearing down upon him like a heavy burden. "Even so, you can't kill your own father. " Gakuganji grabbed a handful of Satoru's hairs. His grip tightened painfully around Satoru's hair, a sharp jolt of pain shot through the young teenager's body when the elder forcefully pinned his head on the table. He winced, gritting his teeth against the agony as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of the elder sorcerer's aggression.
"You mercilessly killed your mother who tried to stop you. You lost control, went unhinged and tortured everyone to death. What? Were you too scared to die after you killed them? You ran away, came back and cried in front of your parent's picture. Do you know what people call someone like you? A waste of space. You should be expelled from the society permanently. And that is my job. Do you understand me?" As Gakuganji delivered his damning accusations, each word landing like a blow to Satoru's already battered spirit, the young teenager felt his resolve falter. The weight of the elder sorcerer's words pressed down upon him, suffocating him with their merciless judgment.
Tears welled up in Satoru's eyes as he listened to Gakuganji's harsh words, his heart heavy with the weight of his grief and guilt. He wanted to protest, to scream out his innocence and plead for understanding, but the words caught in his throat, choked by the overwhelming sense of despair that threatened to consume him. When Gakuganji finally released him, Satoru remained slumped over the table, his spirit broken and his body wracked with silent sobs. He couldn't bring himself to raise his head, couldn't bear to look his accuser in the eye and see the disgust and contempt reflected there. Satoru felt as though he had lost everything – his family, his honor, and now, his hope for redemption. As the tears streamed down his cheeks, he closed his eyes, resigned to his fate as the weight of Gakuganji's judgment crushed him beneath its relentless weight.
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In the dimly lit confines of the eerie dungeon, Satoru sat alone, his spirit weighed down by the darkness that surrounded him. The air was heavy with a sense of despair as he grappled with the accusations leveled against him and the crushing weight of his isolation. The cold stone walls pressed in around him, suffocating him with their oppressive presence as he struggled to come to terms with the harsh reality of his situation.
But amidst the gloom, a ray of light pierced the darkness as Satoru's friend, a blonde haired boy entered the dungeon, his presence a welcome respite from the suffocating solitude. With a mixture of relief and apprehension, Satoru looked up to meet his friend's gaze, his eyes betraying the turmoil that raged within him. "Gojo-san," his friend began, his voice filled with concern and compassion, "how are you holding up?" Satoru's lips curved into a weary smile at the sight of his junior and friend, grateful for the brief moment of companionship in his otherwise lonely existence. "I've been better," he admitted, his voice tinged with sadness. "But I appreciate you coming to see me, Nanami."
As his friend settled beside him at the opposite side of the big iron bars that separated them, a sense of warmth washed over Satoru, dispelling some of the darkness that had taken root in his heart. For a fleeting moment, he felt a glimmer of hope amidst the despair, buoyed by the presence of someone who still believed in him despite the accusations and suspicions that had torn his world apart. "Suguru didn't came to see me?" Satoru asked Nanami when he didn't noticed the other one around. "Geto-san wanted to come but couldn't find the courage to. He feels useless that he can't do anything to help you." Nanami explained.
Satoru's heart sank at the news that Suguru hadn't come to visit him. Despite the circumstances, he had hoped for his best friend's presence, knowing that even a brief moment of companionship would provide some measure of comfort in his darkest hour. As Nanami explained Suguru's absence, Satoru couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He knew how much Suguru struggled with feelings of inadequacy and helplessness, and he wished he could reassure him that his presence alone was enough to lift his spirits. "It's okay," Satoru replied softly, his voice tinged with understanding. "Tell Suguru that he's not useless. His friendship means everything to me, and just knowing that he cares is enough to give me strength."
"Gojo-san, the elder, Yoshinobu Gakuganji is a man with big ambition. He's hoping to gain the place of a higher up. He's trying to score big with your case since you're famous. This is bad. Also, we had the funeral because we couldn't postpone it any longer. We buried everyone in a sunny field. Don't worry. Be strong. We're doing everything we can. Hang in there. Please...hang in there." As Nanami relayed the unsettling news about Elder Gakuganji's ambitions and the somber details of the funeral, a wave of grief and despair washed over him, threatening to engulf him entirely. Each word felt like a dagger to his heart, piercing him with a pain that was almost unbearable.
Despite his best efforts to remain composed, Satoru found himself unable to contain the overwhelming flood of emotions that surged within him. With a choked sob, he buried his face in his hands, his body wracked with uncontrollable sobs as the weight of his grief threatened to crush him beneath its relentless weight. His friend's words of support echoed faintly in the background, but in that moment, Satoru felt utterly alone, consumed by the magnitude of his loss and the sense of hopelessness that threatened to consume him. The sunny field where his family lay at rest felt impossibly distant, a cruel reminder of the irreparable void that now loomed over his life. Nanami sat there silently with his head hung low. The helpless cries of his senior were shaking his very bones as he tried his best to keep himself composed.
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The next day, Satoru found himself once again bound by the enchanted chains in the oppressive confines of the meeting room, a sense of resignation washed over him. The cold metal links pressed against his skin, serving as a physical reminder of the constraints that bound him, both physically and metaphorically. Surrounded by the stern faces of the clan elders, Satoru braced himself for the barrage of accusations and judgments that were sure to come. Despite his innocence, he knew that convincing them of the truth would be an uphill battle, with suspicion and mistrust clouding their judgment. Gakuganji was already prepared as he began stating his points.
"Considering the time and means of the crime, it's hard to say it was a crime of impulse. Mercilessly murdering one's own family under a carefully designed plan is a terrible and shocking crime. Moreover, the accused is a renowned sorcery student. A jujutsu sorcerer. One of those sorcerers who are considered heroes who saves the commoners from the curse spirits. On top of that he's a heir of Gojo clan. The sole bearer of limitless and six eyes. This incident is too shocking and incomparable in its severity. As to alert the society to the danger, I strongly request the clan give Gojo Satoru the maximum penalty allowed. The death penalty."
The 15-year-old remained motionless. "Well said." "Hang that rascal!" "You terrible human!" "DIE!" "Punish him." Voices echoed in the room as the other members clapped and showed support to the elder sorcerer who stood with a shit eating grin. As Gakuganji's manipulative words swayed the members and sealed Satoru's fate, the young teenager felt a surge of rage and desperation welling up within him. With every fiber of his being, he fought against the chains that bound him, his muscles straining against the cold metal links in a desperate bid for freedom.
In a moment of impulsive defiance, Satoru thrashed against his restraints with all his might, the chains groaning under the force of his onslaught. With a primal roar, he lunged towards Gakuganji, driven by a visceral need to confront the man who had orchestrated his downfall. But the sorcerers, sensing the danger of Satoru's sudden outburst, moved swiftly to intervene, their spells and techniques aimed at subduing the young teenager before he could cause harm. With a flurry of motion, they closed in around him, their combined efforts working to restrain him and quell the violent storm raging within him.
Despite their best efforts, Satoru's defiance persisted, his struggles fueled by a potent mix of rage, fear, and desperation. With each passing moment, the situation grew increasingly tense, the air crackling with the energy of impending conflict as Satoru fought tooth and nail against his captors. "You crazy jerk. How is this your conclusion? ... HOW IS THIS YOUR CONCLUSION? ! YOU JERK!" Satoru roared. His eyes were filled with fear, tears were welling up but his voice contained an immeasurable amount of hatred.