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Toji’s life went something like this: seduce; gamble; destroy.
That was basically all he did. Seduce women who would let him life off their generosity; gamble away money he never won back; kill the targets that he was hired to.
In a way, it was all just trying to feel alive: the pleasure of sex; the excitement of gambling; the thrill of killing, destroying. They were the only things that assuaged the numbness and made him feel something like human emotion.
He could tear the sorcerer world apart, if he really wanted to. But it wasn’t worth it to do work for free.
So in the end his life was just this: seduce, but only as much as necessary; gamble, but never enough to lose all his money; destroy, but never anyone of his own will, only those who others wanted dead enough to pay him to do it.
He just wanted to live the easy life, doing only just enough to feel alive and get paid. Just enough thrill, but never too much. Always playing it safe.
Seduce; gamble; destroy;—but taking it easy. Easy, easy, because there wasn’t anything to truly live for anyway. Not when he nearly lacked human emotion.
Up until Gojo Satoru, when he got carried away.
What doesn’t kill me better run—
When Toji saw Gojo Satoru back from the dead, he should have turned tail and run.
But seeing the Six Eyes there, a godly monster in the flesh, the very epitome of all that had denied Toji, degraded and dehumanized him, he was, for the first time, overcome with an insatiable appetite for destruction.
With all his jobs, he had only ever worked with certainties, optimizing his chances for success until they were indubitabilities; with Gojo Satoru returned with reversed cursed energy, he’d gambled; and like with all of his gambles, he’d lost.
Seduce; gamble; destroy. That was all his life had been, at best. Nothing more.
Ah, but one of his seductions had landed him with a son, Megumi. He’d been supposed to make good money off of the kid.
In whatever case, his life certainly wasn’t one that anyone would mourn.
(He’d forgotten about Naoya.)