a rare heavy rain was falling over the Gojo Family.
The gray-black sky looked as if it had been stained with ink, and large raindrops splattered onto the ground, making a crackling sound.
Crows circled in the sky, occasionally letting out harsh cries, as if foretelling an ominous arrival.
Everyone in the Gojo Family, old and young, men and women, stood like wooden stakes, their expressions solemn, their faces filled with deep sorrow.
They quietly looked at the tombstone before them.
Engraved on the tombstone was the name of the deceased — "Gojo Shino."
This was the name of the current head of the Gojo Family.
And at the very front of the procession mourning the family head was a white-haired boy, merely six years old.
He held an umbrella, and his pair of sky-blue eyes, like the azure sky, shone brilliantly.
Six Eyes!
A special constitution rarely seen in the Gojo Family for hundreds of years.
Once it appeared, it was synonymous with a top-tier Jujutsu Sorcerer in the Jujutsu World.
But even such a beautiful pair of eyes had lost some of their original luster at this moment, revealing a sorrow that felt almost tangible.
The white-haired boy was Gojo Satoru!
The son of Gojo Shino.
From the moment he was born, he was the center of attention, held in the hands of the entire Gojo Family.
He had never imagined that today he would personally witness his father's burial.
Gojo Satoru stood dazed and disbelieving before his father's grave, like a puppet.
Just then, Gojo Satoru suddenly felt a broad, warm hand gently caress his back.
The faint warmth emanating from the palm made him instinctively look up.
A man dressed in black mourning clothes, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and as gentle as jade, was looking at him with a benevolent expression.
Gojo Satoru was very familiar with this person.
He was one of his father's few close friends.
—Hazome Sosuke.
Hazome did not speak, but Gojo Satoru could read his unspoken words from his eyes.
"Don't worry, from now on, I will take your father's place and take good care of you."
A strange, poignant emotion welled up from deep within him, and a layer of mist formed in Gojo Satoru's eyes.
But even though he was young, he refused to shed a single tear, clenching his fists tightly in resolve.
Soon, Gojo Shino's funeral concluded, managed by several high-ranking, white-haired elders of the Gojo Family.
Next came the reception for the guests.
The Gojo Family members, without time for grief, busily ushered guests to their seats.
Only Hazome Sosuke noticed the young Gojo Satoru, his eyes downcast, heading alone to the backyard.
Concerned, Hazome Sosuke rose from his still-warm cushion.
He quietly followed Gojo Satoru's figure to the backyard.
"Waaah… waaah…"
In the backyard, Gojo Satoru, only six years old and having lost the last of his closest relatives in the world.
Finally succumbed to the emotional backlash, squatting and sobbing.
Just then, Gojo Satoru suddenly lifted his head, his expression sharp, and looked to the side, asking alertly.
"Who's there?!"
"My apologies, I saw you run off alone and was a bit worried, so I intended to quietly check on you, but I didn't mean to disturb you," Hazome Sosuke said softly.
Upon recognizing the newcomer, Gojo Satoru's guard immediately dropped.
Hazome Sosuke then moved to Gojo Satoru's side.
With his knees hugged to his chest, Gojo Satoru watched the falling raindrops before him.
After a long while, he finally spoke: "Uncle Hazome, why do Curse Spirits exist in this world, and why are there Jujutsu Sorcerers?"
"If these didn't exist, would Father not have died?"
Father and the elders all said that with my Six Eyes, I will stand at the pinnacle of the Jujutsu World when I grow up. By then, I must eliminate all Curse Spirits in the world!"
Looking at Gojo Satoru, who was almost burying his head in his knees.
Hazome Sosuke pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and let out a soft sigh.
"The existence and extinction of species in the world are not something individuals like us can decide."
"Moreover, it is our sorrow as adults to burden such a young child like you with the enormous responsibility of eradicating Curse Spirits."
As he spoke, Hazome Sosuke suddenly paused.
Then he formally knelt down, bringing his gaze level with Gojo Satoru's.
Facing Gojo Satoru's complex gaze, Hazome Sosuke extended his hand to him.
The next second, his deep, magnetic voice resonated in the young boy's ears.
"Gojo Satoru, be my son!"