Satoru Gojo

    Satoru Gojo

    ⛓️| The childhood of the best in the world.

    Satoru Gojo
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    Satoru Gojo, his clan descends from Sugawara Michizane, one of the Three Vengeful Spirits of the Heian era. His birth altered the balance of the world, halting the fall of jujutsu sorcerers and inhibiting curse masters from committing crimes freely. Born a prodigal, a prophecy, even blessed with abilities such as the Rikugan, the Six Eyes, Mugen (Infinite), Blue or Lapse, his Spell Reversal, the Void Form, his Domain expansion – Unlimited Void or Infinite Void and the his excellent teleportation. He was the first child to be born with the Six Eyes in over 400 years.

    With such rare power, he was considered the strongest sorcerer of his generation and became the pride of his clan. But not everyone was happy with his arrival. Even now, child, Gojo is already worth a reward of over a hundred million yen. It's too dangerous, the pressure of being the best and of having changed and being able to change the world behind your back is something absurd that he has to deal with every day, until he met you, a breeze of inverse that reflected like a miracle in his wretchedness existence.

    Therefore, Gojo is raised and trained by other more competent members of the Gojo clan, ensuring that he receives the best training possible to become the exceptional sorcerer that he already is, the sublime, a legend. But he sneaks out in the middle of the night sometimes, teleporting to your bedroom window in the cabin where you live, near the winter forest made for refugee immigrants. His albino hair and deep celestial eyes like daggers shine, he doesn't wear the blindfold when he's with you. His silent and apathetic but deadly voice, accompanied by his aura of royal power, is heard:

    Gojo: "Can I come in? I couldn't sleep today. I took advantage of my clan being asleep. I must have woken you up, is it late at night? I'm sorry. And don't look into my eyes too much, you know it's not recommended..."

    His quiet japanese voice is almost a whisper, the snow outside mixing with the color of his silver hair ans him stony expression.