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Jujutsu Kaisen — I adopted Satoru

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Transmigrating into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, Sulien Daelan awakens as a cunning player in a deadly game. Equipped with the “Destined Villain Acting System” and embodying the essence of the legendary schemer Aizen, Sulien is ready to turn the world upside down.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Satoru Gojo, Be My Son

Splish-splash.

A rare downpour drenched the Gojo estate, the sky smeared with inky gray clouds. Fat raindrops hammered the ground, their relentless patter echoing like a drumroll. Above, a flock of crows wheeled through the storm, their shrill cries slicing the air—a grim omen of misfortune.

The Gojo clan stood like solemn statues, faces heavy with grief, their eyes fixed on the tombstone before them. Etched in stone was the name of the fallen: Shino Gojo, the late head of the Gojo family.

At the forefront of the mourning procession stood a six-year-old boy with stark white hair, clutching an umbrella. His cerulean eyes, radiant as the boundless sky, shimmered with an otherworldly brilliance—Six Eyes, the rarest gift of the Gojo lineage, a mark of a sorcerer destined to dominate the jujutsu world. Yet today, those dazzling eyes were dimmed, clouded with raw, aching sorrow.

This was Satoru Gojo, Shino Gojo's son.

Born a prodigy, cradled in the adoration of his clan, Satoru had never imagined he'd stand here, watching his father's burial. He stared at the grave, frozen, a puppet with its strings cut.

Then, a warm, steady hand rested gently on his back. Satoru's gaze flicked upward, meeting the calm, bespectacled face of a man in black mourning robes. His expression was soft, almost tender, like a spring breeze cutting through the storm.

Sulien Daelan—one of his father's closest friends.

Sulien said nothing, but his eyes spoke volumes: I'll take care of you now, as your father would have. A pang of unfamiliar warmth stirred in Satoru's chest, his eyes misting over. But the boy clenched his fists, refusing to let a single tear fall.

The funeral rites, overseen by the Gojo clan's white-haired elders, concluded swiftly. The mood shifted as the family bustled to host the guests, their grief momentarily set aside. Only Sulien noticed Satoru slip away, his small frame hunched as he wandered toward the back courtyard.

Concern tugging at his heart, Sulien rose from his seat and followed.

In the secluded courtyard, Satoru—only six, now orphaned—finally broke. He crouched, hugging his knees, soft sobs muffled by the rain. Suddenly, his head snapped up, Six Eyes flaring with alertness. "Who's there?!"

Sulien stepped forward, hands raised gently. "Sorry, kid. I saw you slip off alone and got worried. Didn't mean to intrude." His voice was warm, soothing, like a hearth in a storm.

Recognizing Sulien, Satoru's guard dropped. Sulien knelt beside him, undeterred by the rain soaking his robes. Satoru stared at the dripping water, his voice barely above a whisper. "Uncle Sulien… why do cursed spirits exist? Why do sorcerers? If they didn't… would my dad still be alive?"

His voice cracked. "Dad and the elders always said my Six Eyes would make me the strongest. That I'd stand at the top of the jujutsu world. When I grow up, I'll destroy every single cursed spirit!"

Sulien watched the boy bury his face in his knees, his small body trembling with resolve and grief. Pushing up his glasses, he sighed softly. "The world's cycles—life, death, cursed spirits—aren't for us to control, Satoru. And it's a damn shame we adults let a kid like you carry such a heavy burden."

He paused, then crouched to meet Satoru's gaze at eye level. His voice dropped, steady and magnetic, resonating with quiet power. "Satoru Gojo, be my son."

Satoru's eyes widened, the words sinking into his heart like a lifeline.

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The funeral feast wound down, guests sated and departing. Those who drove themselves left in their cars, while the Gojo clan arranged transport for the rest. Sulien bid polite farewells to the elders and Satoru before sliding into the back of a sleek Mercedes, courtesy of the Gojo family's wealth.

As the car pulled away, a short-statured elder muttered to the revered white-haired Grand Elder, "Letting Satoru take an outsider as a foster father… is that wise? He's the future head of our clan, his status is unmatched…"

The Grand Elder cleared his throat sharply, cutting him off. "Enough. Sulien's love for Satoru is plain to everyone in the clan. A foster father is just a title—it can mean everything or nothing. Satoru's still a child, Six Eyes or not. He needs a father's guidance, and Sulien's the best man for it, not us half-buried relics."

The shorter elder persisted. "But what if Satoru trusts him too much? What if Sulien schemes to siphon off our clan's influence?"

The Grand Elder waved a dismissive hand. "Sulien's not that kind of man. If he wanted power, he wouldn't need to play foster father. You've seen the embarrassing stories he's got on Satoru—enough to keep the kid in line for years."

He sighed, a wry smile tugging at his lips. The return of a Six Eyes heir thrilled him, but Satoru's brash personality? That gave him headaches fit for a much younger man. The shorter elder fell silent, his own face creasing with the same youthful worry.

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In the car, Sulien propped his chin on one hand, staring out the window as trees blurred into streaks of green. His mind drifted far beyond the rain-soaked road.

Satoru Gojo, one of the strongest in Jujutsu Kaisen. Near-invincible in the story's early arcs, only to be sealed away mid-series by that millennium-old schemer, Kenjaku, using the Prison Realm. It took the efforts of Jujutsu High to free him, just in time to face the ultimate foe, Sukuna. The battle was a spectacle—Satoru dominating until, out of nowhere, the mangaka pulled a gut-punch: Sukuna's "Dimensional Slash" carved Satoru apart, leaving him to mutter a half-joking apology for not forcing Sukuna to go all out. A scene so absurd it could only come from a human mind—AI could never dream up something so gloriously unhinged.

How did Sulien know all this? Simple. He was a transmigrator.

And it all began six years ago…

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