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Geto Suguru could only wonder, what was the purpose of being a sorcerer? The very end of the path was the dead corpses of everyone he had ever cared about.
He had seen the flaws the world has to offer. He wasn’t a fan of it. But what else could he do aside from doing his best to defend those he should?
Geto Suguru vowed to protect all sorcerers around him. He did not care about non-sorcerers anymore. He just can’t see any more of his comrades getting hurt. He had never regretted this decision.
He smiled as he watched Nanako and Mimiko grow up, alongside Megumi. Those two enjoyed pestering Megumi. They had a funny sibling-like relationship. Suguru never regretted taking the twins away. He just wished he had done more to the village instead of just walking away. He enjoyed seeing the twins having fun with someone with similar interests, like Nobara. How happy they were.
Suguru would do anything to shield them from dangers.
He could not do anything about the humans producing cursed spirit though. He had sat down with Satoru and the both of them had a small talk about it. It was upsetting, but the truth.
All he could do was just swallow the negativity down to his very core. He should be able to do it. To protect those around him. Seeing them safe was worth it.
It had to be.
As long as they could be safe. He could use his curses to train the students when it came to practicing. Suguru never took on any missions after meeting the twins. He could not bring himself to do so. Cleaning humanity’s dirty work without any sort of reward, only his drained energy in return. How could he subject himself to that?
He could only watch and see as the first years train with the twins. Nanako and Mimiko were not like Maki and Mai. Nanako and Mimiko were fraternal twins unlike the Zen’in twins.
Mimiko’s technique was the most similar to Nobara’s. It involved the skin to skin contact of the target to Mimiko’s stuffed doll, then tying a noose around it to hang the target to death. The doll would essentially become the target when it was touched.
Nanako’s technique was less murderous at first glance. It manipulates photographed objects, good for long distance escaping. Though Suguru still trained Nanako to fight hand to hand. One can never have their guard down.
The Hasaba twins were amazing sorcerers, though Zen’in Maki could put them out with ease. A mere human. A mere human with super strength, like the very man who ruined his innocent youth.
Maki was a normal person, yet here she was. An exception to the school. It was people like her who caused problems for real sorcerers to fight against. Suguru often debated her whole existence and reason for being in the school.
Though he should not.
She was still fighting, on their side, so he should not judge her too harshly. At least she knew her place, somewhat.
Yuji was another exceptional fighter. He was so much like Haibara.
The reason why he decided to have students train with his curses.
So they would not die in missions against a curse they were unmatched against.
Geto Suguru would do all that he could to protect all that he has left. He shall never leave anyone behind. Everyone was going to be safe, he was going to grow in strength and train everyone so that they could defend themselves.
He made that promise with Gojo Satoru.
The path that Tsukumo had asked him to choose, and the one he picked was to protect everyone.
He was staying true to himself, right?
This was his true thought. His most sincere belief. His genuine self.
He did not like non-sorcerers but the safety of his friends was more important. He was not crazy enough to get rid of all non-sorcerers… right? It wasn’t something achievable… right?
His job now was to defend his friends. Humans were undeserving, but that did not mean that his fellow sorcerers should suffer. He would use his technique to help them, giving the students cursed spirits to practice with.
Nobody knew how curses even tasted like… How gross it was… How could he expect people to understand?
That was, until he met Yuji. The boy who reminded him of one of the main reasons why he chose to project everyone instead of rebelling.
Haibara Yu…
They were so similar…
Their smiles.
Their innocence.
Their need of helping those in need.
“Geto-Sensei!” Nobara’s loud and annoyed tone hung in the air as she ran out from the classroom and out into the field, calling out to him. “Nanako and Mimiko are up to their usual tricks again!”
Suguru laughed as he turned around to see the hilarious sight of Nobara suddenly having long pink hair, no doubt from Nanako’s technique of manipulating photographed objects. Nanako really enjoyed photoshop for this reason. Behind Nobara was Yuji, Megumi and the Hasaba twins, Yuji and Megumi had their hair swapped, no doubt that it was Nanako’s work. Nanako really enjoyed toying around with her juniors, teasing them nonstop and testing her new photoshop technique on them.
“Nanako,” Suguru called out. “It's not fun to pick on your juniors like that.”
That comment made him remember the old days when Satoru would often tease Utahime to no end, despite her being the senior. The good old days.
“Fine,” Nanako responded as she took pictures of her three juniors and returned their hair to normal.
Nobara turned back to look at the twins, and charged towards them, her hands reaching for her nails that she kept. “I am so going to get back at you two!” She screeched, ready to throw her nails at the twins. Kugisaki Nobara has the talent for her technique, though her physical ability could use more improvement.
The scene that unfolded before Suguru was a funny one. Teens soaking in the fun of their youth. That was what he wanted to do now, shield them from the potential dangers as they were just children. He just wished that he had someone to shield his youth from the likes of Fushiguro Toji, that stupid, stinking monkey.
It was hard for him to look at Megumi sometimes, seeing how much those two had in common. From their face down to their personalities, it was scary for Suguru to see the tamed version of his greatest nightmare. He knew it was not Megumi’s fault for having that monkey to be his father, but Suguru just could not help but be reminded of his tortuous year caused by that filthy monkey. He knew Megumi hadn’t had it easy, having that monkey abandoning him at a young age.
Him and Satoru would never allow their youths to be stolen ever again. Not while he was standing, not while he was with Satoru, ensuring their goals remained intact. It was not a crime to be carefree. A child should be able to enjoy the nature the world has to present, instead of seeing the void of adulthood.
Though the cruelty of the world could never be hidden away forever, Suguru wanted the children to enjoy their blissful innocence for as long as time would allow for it. For as long as fate would give them.
Though Suguru often wondered, just what else could he do? His mind has been plagued with an endless train of questions. Questions that have remained answered for years.
All he wanted was a world where everyone he ever loved could be safe. Sure he was doing his best in protecting them now but as long as curses existed, there would always be the sense of danger looming around, forever haunting him, tainting his life. Curses coming from people like Zen’in Maki.
Geto Suguru will never stop protecting the weak. He will just find another way to defend them.
Nobody deserves to have their lives tainted. Especially not by forces that could be eliminated.
“Suguru!” Satoru’s typical cheerful voice echoed in the air, catching Suguru’s attention.
Suguru laughed as he saw his blindfolded friend making his way towards him. “What is it? Satoru?” Suguru asked, wondering what could his dear friend be wanting from him.
“The higher-ups want to meet us again,” he whined, as though he remained a teenager. Gojo Satoru was a teenager stuck in the body of an adult.
Suguru laughed, “I wonder what trouble you got us into this time.”
Satoru responded back with another laugh, “Those old people are just cranky,” he said.
After dealing with Gojo Satoru, it was no wonder that the higher-ups would be cranky. Satoru had never once listened to them, their words having no meaning to the man who could decimate them as and when he liked. Perhaps it was fear that also played a part in their crankiness.
There were a lot of reasons for their dislike of the strongest. Yet what could they do? The world of jujutsu was complicated, yet here Geto Suguru was, seemingly helping out.
Eating, consuming, engulfing, absorbing.
Over and over.
Repeat.
Redo.
Again.
Over and over, never ending.
The actions he would have to do time and time again. Sometimes he wondered how he tolerated the taste. Why did he tolerate it? He wondered…
It was to ensure that the people he cared for would remain safe. That was all. Ignorant humans did not deserve an ounce of his concern. He was only doing all of this for the sake of his comrades, they were who that mattered. Everyone else was nothing to Geto Suguru.
In his eyes, they held no value. They were the reasons why those Suguru cared about lost their spark, their life. Why should he care? It was not a surprise when Suguru turned out like Tsukumo, a special grade who would not go on missions.
He only went if Satoru went with him, then he would be more willing to at least swallow some curses. Otherwise, he refused to even step foot into the venue, unless there was a really good reason for him to do so.
Things have remained this way for years. The higher-ups could do little to change him, maybe because Satoru didn’t allow them to as well. The higher-ups could do little against the powerhouse that was Gojo Satoru.
Not when he could easily destroy everything while blindfolded.
Suguru and Satoru used to be equals. Yet here Satoru stood, all alone up on the pedestal everyone built for him and nobody allowed him to step down. Suguru was the only one who allowed him to breathe away from the pedestal, to be viewed as something aside from a prize. To be normal.
Though Satoru never once tried to make Suguru feel that way, Suguru just can’t seem to shake off the feeling of being under Satoru’s shadow. It was obvious that Satoru was at a different level, one Suguru could never reach. A level only accessible by Gojo Satoru himself.
What was Geto Suguru?
He had learned reversed cursed technique way after Satoru. His domain was not perfect, he tried his best to hone it to the best of his abilities. But Suguru was not the honoured one. He was just a friend of the strongest.
At least he still had the ability to defend those in need, though he wished he hadn’t had to swallow those damn curses. Curses caused by humans. Humans who almost never had to deal with the consequences of their actions.
Who was the one handling them all? Geto Suguru. But he was alright with it, as long as everyone around him stayed as safe as possible.
What could go wrong?
Of course who could blame him when Itadori Yuji had died on a mission. Having his heart ripped out by none other than Sukuna himself. Having a young Megumi witnessing the scene. It’s all wrong. Children’s innocence should be protected, yet here it was, all ruined, ripped out, shattered into pieces, destroyed beyond recognition. All that he had fought for… Gone, just like that.
It had to be the higher-ups messing about. It had to have been them, Suguru knew that Satoru knew it was the higher-ups too.
Why was protecting something so pure and innocent so hard? What sin had those children committed to have this happen to them?
They should be enjoying the freedom, yet here they were… enslaved to the consequences that those humans created because they couldn’t use jujutsu… if only everyone knew how to control their cursed energy… Maybe then…
No.
Suguru snapped him out of that murderous fantasy… He cannot fall back. Not into that ideology… But it was something that might work out…
He should just stop thinking.
Even though Yuji managed to come back to life… everything was just wrong. Why was Suguru still tolerating the higher-ups? They have been nothing but trouble…
“Are you sure everything will be fine?” Suguru asked.
Satoru laughed, his hands waving about, “As long as nobody finds out about Yuji. I told Shoko to handle it.”
But wouldn’t Yuji still be in danger after the revelation of his status? Will that boy ever be free? It was unfair. He should not have been roped into this! His innocence should’ve stayed with him. Why was this happening?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why couldn’t Suguru have stopped it? If he was there, none of it would have happened! Perhaps he should have just gone on missions! But who would give an obviously dangerous mission to a bunch of children?
It was all the higher-up’s fault.
Their mindless actions repeatedly caused mistakes. All they succeeded in doing was ridding children of their innocence. Using mere children to get rid of curses, instead of finding ways to make sure curses could no longer exist… Tsukumo was right, the higher-up’s were treating the symptoms, not getting to the root of the problem.
But what could he do?
Suguru was out for a walk one night when he encountered a fellow sorcerer. One that was supposed to be dead, 6 months ago.
Nisemura Kentaro (偽村 健太郎). Grade 1 sorcerer. His cursed technique was invisibility. The higher-ups have never been fond of his ability for some reason. Nisemura had the ability to turn anything and anyone with cursed energy invisible. It was rather cool to Suguru, where was the harm?
Suguru had trained with Nisemura before, and they mastered reversed cursed technique together.
Was the one before him a fake?
“Long time no see, Geto,” Nisemura greeted. The only thing foreign about Nisemura was the stitches on his forehead.
“How?” Suguru asked.
Nisemura’s lips formed a small smile. “I barely survived, but the higher-ups chose to hide me away. Kept me known as dead. I was held captive. Cruel I know. Haven’t they always been this twisted?”
Suguru nodded.
“What if I asked you to join me, in over throwing the higher-ups?” Nisemura asked, the request shocking Suguru.
“Why me? Why not Satoru?” Suguru asked.
“Because the higher-ups will suspect Gojo, no matter what he does. Asking him would be begging for me to be exposed. You however…,” Nisemura explained. His plan involved changing the world of jujutsu. Similar ideals to Geto Suguru himself.
“I would not be as suspicious, while still remaining strong enough?” Suguru answered.
Nisemura nodded, while awaiting Suguru’s answer. All Suguru said was that he would consider it, and to meet back at the same place a week later at the same time.
Suguru decided to agree, something had to be changed. The way things were handled… getting rid of curses… not letting any more innocence be corrupted. Though his methods and Nisemura’s clashed. Suguru suggested killing every non-sorcerer. It was his only good idea.
Nisemura shot it down. All he said was a Shibuya plan. Suguru did not know the details of it. All Nisemura told him was that many people would be involved, and that it was all for the greater good. Suguru’s role was to lure jujutsu sorcerers away from the station, before meeting Nisemura in the station so that they could do something together.
Something about the Nisemura standing before him felt different. He was still the same Nisemura with long, bleached blonde hair tied in a braid, the same Nisemura with emerald eyes. The same Nisemura who often dressed himself in crop tops because the weather was too hot. But he did not have the same mannerism as the old Nisemura. It felt forced.
Nonetheless, Suguru went ahead with Nisemura’s plans. Nisemura had Suguru ingesting as many curses as he could, to unleash during Shibuya. Nisemura had points to prove, and he was going to show it.
Suguru wondered if Nisemura’s plan could truly work. Nisemura seemed to have other accomplices as well, though Suguru never met them. Something was boiling inside of Suguru as he began to doubt Nisemura. The closer the date got, the more his suspicions grew.
“I know you doubt my idea, Geto,” Nisemura announced. It was during one of their meetings at Nisemura’s hideout. “But trust me, it will work. The curse free world you and I envision will arrive. It is more practical than your idea of killing every non-sorcerer. They might be useless, but they’re worth more alive than dead.”
What Suguru failed to realise was the fact that Nisemura was trying to instill his former negative beliefs back into his mind. Suguru fell for it. So easily. All the facts were thrown in his face, how could he not?
He felt inclined to follow his friend. He felt as though Nisemura somehow got him. He did not judge Suguru’s insane idea, just claimed it to be impractical.
He was slowly spiraling again. His twisted idea of protection was slowly returning to him. Those monkeys…
Their filthy impacts…
Nisemura saw through Suguru, and he egged it on, added fuel to the fire. Nothing Nisemura did was accidental. Nisemura even stole some items without Suguru’s realisation.
Fingers.
Mechamaru’s death seemed to be brushed under the rug as well. Suguru was not at the scene where the innocent boy died.
The day of the Shibuya incident finally arrived.
Suguru did as he was told. So many monkeys just screaming in confusion. Some dying, some still living. They wore ridiculous costumes, begging to be set free. Poor thing, silly monkeys could not comprehend how powerless they were. Suguru slowly released some low level curses, for the jujutsu students to handle.
Nisemura has said that he will handle Gojo Satoru himself. He wanted a meeting with Satoru in the station, claiming that it was important for Satoru to be alone before Suguru came to join them.
The students fought well against the curses. Nisemura had ordered Suguru to only head into the station at a certain time. When the time arrived, he entered the station, to where Satoru stood, panting.
Suguru was more confused at the carnage that seemed to have unfolded. What on earth happened? Nisemura was nowhere to be found! Satoru seemed exhausted, he greeted Suguru with a small smile despite his gasps for air.
A cube was thrown in front of Satoru.
A blade penetrated Suguru’s mind.
Suguru’s eyes widen his shock as realisation washed over him. It was never Nisemura all along. It has always been someone else. Suguru was just a pawn. He should have realised it, before he allowed his hatred for monkeys to overtake him just like that.
Satoru looked on in frozen shock as the invisibility wore off to reveal someone who was supposed to be dead. The stitches opening, the brains moving. Suguru’s brain fell on the floor, his blood joined in with those of innocent civilians.
The prison realm was slowly sealing Satoru as well.
All of the confusion has led to this very moment.
Nisemura’s body slumped on the ground as the dead body of Suguru suddenly came to life. But it was no longer Suguru.
Satoru was sealed.
Frenzy broke out as Kenjaku, who took over Suguru’s body walked about. He knew Jogo stole the fingers he had stolen from Suguru, but he did not mind. The more carnage, the better.
The Hasaba twins were the first to happen upon the new Suguru. They knew that it was not the same man. Kenjaku did not want to waste his time with mere children, he had better things to do.
Yet, the twins refused to let him go, preparing to engage in a fight. Kenjaku had Suguru ingest curses for a reason, he unleashed a strong one on the twins before leaving. Nobara had to join in and help the twins.
News of the loss of two special grades spread like wildfire. Curse users finally realising their freedom while sorcerers were fighting for their lives.
Megumi had witnessed the death of his father, without even knowing who that man was. Poor boy. He was just so confused. All he knew was that the man could have killed him, but killed himself instead.
Nanako had to save Nobara from being touched by Mahito as well. Fighting the curse alongside Yuji and Todo. The death of Nanami was fueling Yuji as he fought.
In the end, Kenjaku still won. His plan still succeeded.
Nisemura was branded a traitor, Suguru was branded a traitor. Anyone who tries to free Satoru would be branded a traitor. Even Yaga, who taught all three men, was branded a traitor as well.
The cursed fate never goes away.