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Hierachy.
For all the Thumbs' deeds, they were more humane than the Ring, and more courteous than the Middle, for the one thing they lacked was class. And all it took was compliance to the hierarchy of power. To accept one's place, bow their heads and speak with respect was the price for class, it was civil. Or so they believed. “You’re all so weak.” He spat with venom, a tone draped to sting as the barrel Primo Soldato’s musket, swung with an arc seemed to slow to an infinite standstill before it reached its target.
And here was a rebel who denied their place. Or was it truly their rightful position?
A Soldato Primo’s body drops to the ground with a simple elbow strike, a split lip as they lay unconscious, their deep crimson red slides against the pavement as their musket clinks to the ground with an insignificant whimper fitting for how the man before them viewed the Soldato’s before him. Despite the black blindfold covering his vision, the Soldato’s with hesitant stances could more than tell the look of superiority through those covered eyes, his expression of that absolute supremacy. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing with antagonizing The Thumb?” A Primo Secondo speaks up, for all the authority he attempted to hold, the way the white haired man held himself, with the way he spoke, his arrogance was not confounded with ignorance but confidence for his own strange abilities.
The white haired man, named Satoru Gojo, rubs the back of his neck as the words of the Secondo passes over his ears, as the men who surrounded his front hesitated to step forward to close the distance after the unfortunate Soldato’s who came before were simply knocked down with a light jab. Saturo shielded the unfortunate couple behind him, one struck by circumstances, booted from a Nest, who he overheard were unable to pay The Thumbs protection fees after a following unfortunate robbery. With a simple wave and a walk, he started a fight, those two seemed knowledgeable, and he could gather information. Thrusted into and awakening into this mysterious world after his death against the hands of Ryomen Sukuna like opening his eyes from a dream, it was all so instant, one moment he was winning against the King of Curses and he gasped as the vision of the sun and the decrepit streets invaded his vision, having counted this should have been his second day, and the state of this world from what he could guess was far more horrible than what Jujutsu Society could give him. From odd beings dressed in black and orange clearing the streets at night, to the state of the people he walks by, it filled his tongue with lead, a sense of disgust, bombarded with unfamiliar terms, Nests, Fixers, Syndicates, the thing he could piece together was this was a lower class area away from ‘Wings’, and this part of the ‘backstreets’ was controlled by a criminal organization. Looking by their tailored suits, intricately carved muskets, and hearsay, they were definitely big shots.
Second day and he’s already causing a ruckus, eyes will be on him, but. “I’ll simply beat whatever you send.” He answered with a smile, and with the taunt, a Secondo lunged, a bang as their musket was propelled with a shot, its thrusters on the back screaming of fire, yet, unlike the man it did not answer the Soldato’s intent, stopped once more, he watched in confusion and fear as Satoru moved forward, bullets weren’t cheap, but if using it to put the arrogant young man in his place for the sake of the Thumb, then it was worth it, but it wouldn’t be that simple. The musket moved in tandem as if an invisible barrier was pushing it so. The neighborhood closed their windows, doors, and the couple ran back to their shop, all to pretend as if this wasn’t happening, especially for their own safety. Saturo can handle dealing with the complications with the Couple later. With a push, he launched the Secondo away to send them dragging, not with the push of his palm, the Soldato felt he wasn’t touched, but an otherworldly force manipulated him forward. With the thud of the Secondo, serving as the leader acting as a signal for the fight to begin, they moved swiftly, and Gojo and the men before him could more than tell this was going to turn into a one-sided fervor.