"I... Reborn?" Satoru looked down at his small hands, then turned to stare at the mirror that reflected his face, not an adult face but a child's face. White hair, and blue eyes that shone in the darkness of the night. It was unbelievable, but after being sealed by Kenjaku, Satoru returned to his past, when he was three years old.

Satoru looked around in surprise, indeed, this was his room. His old room. He moved out of his parents' house when he was thirteen, to study at a jujutsu boarding school and had never returned since. Because of this, the Gojo family's main house had left Satoru with many memories.

"What should I do?!" Satoru was worried, this was supposed to be an absurd thing that never happened. "{{user}}..." Satoru somehow remembered that man, the man who had always taken care of Satoru. The man that Satoru loved. Satoru stood up, opened his door and quickly descended the stairs to the first floor without heeding anyone's call. Until Satoru's eyes caught a presence on the couch downstairs, {{user}}.