Waking up Hiro could feel a touch of a soft hand in his face, as if someone was holding and caressing it.
He tried opening his eyes but a blurry scene could only be seen in front of him, The slight silhouette of the person atop of him had an unusual red hair.
" Don't worry Hiro, I'll protect you even in another life. "
The soft voice of the person muttered towards his ears, a sob of tears welling up on her eyes.
A strange melting sensation emerged from his chest and stomach, as if he was in love with this strange woman.
An unknown feeling went over his head, a hurtful pain of dejected was swirling in his thoughts.
Wanting to reassure the girl and wiping her tears, he tried to move his hands but to no avail.
His hands couldn't be moved infact his whole body was frozen as if stuck in a limbo, a terrifying thought started forming.
But At that sentence Hiro's vision blurried into darkness, his consciousness fading, as he closed his eyes.
' what a beautiful voice.... '
Was his last thought as he let sleep control him, his thoughts still at that girl he encountered.
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On the early of the winter a normal day of any other or it may seems so in the outside, deep inside of the jujutsu sorcery's world.
This day pronounced the birth of a child, a special one infact, the day he was born the balance of the world shifted terrifyingly so.
December 9 / 1989 at exactly 8 pm in a secluded area of the Gojo clan compound settled a nursing room.
The excruciating pain moaning sound of a person could be heard throught the compound.
For a few minutes then cries of wailing didn't discontinue, until at the last second at the last push it finally came to a stop.
For the first time in 400 years of the Gojo Clan, a child born with the six eyes and limitless technique was given birth by a distant yet close family.
The one who shifted and changed the balance towards the sorcerer's, the strongest, the honored one.....
" Gojo Satoru! "
A sudden shout disrupted Satoru's thoughts, waking up from his stupor of staring at a random place.
Looking up the ground as he saw a fist nearing his face, he couldn't react at that moment as the punch closed the distant covering his whole face.
* Thud *
Satoru stumbled back, trying to regain his balance not before tumbling to the ground.
His nose now hit with a red mark blood coming out of his nostrils, dust reaching his eyes adding up to the pain he was feeling.
" You let you're guard open once again! "
The shout came from the man above him towering him in height.
Gojo Takeshi at the age of 35 was a proud man renowned as the best hand to hand combat produced by the gojo clan.
Having striking white hair tied to a ponytail of his heritage, pairing it up with brown eyes and an above average look.
" Why were you staring into place anyway?! "
He questioned satoru holding his hand up to him to try and lift him up, accepting his offer upping himself up not before patting up the dust.
Yet of all that the most distinc feature of his was his unusual large forehead and striking large eyebrows....
" Ah sorry sensei I was 'amazingly' distracted by your comically large eyebrows and forehead once again..... "
Gojo said in a defending tone holding his hands to his sides, closing his eyes and smiling devilishly as if he was the victim.
" ..... "
* silence *
" ..... "
" YOU..... BRAT!! "
He shouted in annoyance folding his sleeves up His ' Large ' forehead buldging with a large x mark.
Pulling up in a running motion preparing to smack this boy into non existent, but in the next second the door opened.
Revealing a girl in a maid attire, with a bun tied to her hair, whilst sitting upright in a respectful manner.
" Takeshi-dono, Shiro-sama has requested your presence. "
Noticing the girl the man's mood changed into a serious expression, as he straightened up composing his clothes more professionally.
" Uncle Takeshi do you really have to go? "
He pointed towards Takeshi.
" Don't worry satoru I'll come back sooner or later, just don't forget to practice what I've taught you."
He neared satoru placing a hand towards his head, rambling his messy white hair causing a reaction to him.
His head jumping to takeshi's fingers bitting it with force making the man jumping back in pain, leaving it with a red scar.
" You insolent child! "
The man ran off towards the door, passing through the maid holding his hands, a tear of pain running from his fingers.
The sound of his footstep still being heard from the distant.
" A good morning to you Satoru-sama "
The maid closed the door not before bowing, leaving satoru with himself inside the training hall.
Satoru stood there for a few minutes looking towards his hands as if contemplating something important, his eyebrows burying.
' it's hard to believe it's been 6 years since I've been reincarnated... '
Originally Hiro Tanaka now named "Gojo Satoru" was not from this place, In his world he was an ordinary citizen.
Born into a family of three Hiro didn't have any siblings or one that he knows of. Graduating from a young age he was directed for a bright future.
Yet it all shattered when his family was Ina car crash accident,resulting of his father being killed in the process.
His mother on the other hand became paralyzed from the head to toe, which resulted in his future to take fall.
The hospital bills were too much to handle, hearing of the news his mentality became depressed having him to take multiple jobs to compensate.
Although sad he preserved to now in the present becoming an office worker for a small company.
All the stress lead to him dying at a very young age.
" Of all the things I thought I would die of, it wouldn't be because of choking. "
He chuckled laughing at his own circumstances.
' Without a doubt I really did reincarnate into the world of "jujutsu Kaisen, although I never thought I would be reborn as the proclaimed strongest of the current era. '
All of the things he was seeing were true and not some mental image his mind made, maybe out of schizophrenia.
Excited at the prospect of being able to do those cool moves he saw at first for a few years, until at the age he was able to train came to be.
" If I knew how painful it was for me to become the strongest in the future, I wouldn't have even signed up. "
He sat down near wodden board, sighing in defeat massaging his arms as if though he even tried on his training...
Ps: he didn't.....
" Though I'm really excited to when I'll be able to use my limitless technique that Satoru gojo used! "
He smiled gripping his hands to the sky, excitement bubbling inside of him.
' I'll train so hard that even sukuna wouldn't be able to defeat me! '
He thought giggling maniacally, resembling a villain in his inner monologue. Not caring about his image, which was creepy in the outside seeing a child laughing his own...
While internally being a not so mature grown man inside in terms of intelligence...
" Hey I heard that! "
Oh me what did I say? Did you hear something, maybe it was just the wind blowing your thoughts away....
And so Hiro now Satoru like chapter was of
"A new Beginning" starting his first chapter of his journey in this new and weird world!
" Fuck you! "
Fuck you as well!