How long has it been now? How long has it been since someone was able to love him? Since he let someone love him…he’d lost track of how long and lonely his life had been. The world around him changed faster than he could keep up with it, every day brought some new challenge he had to overcome. He was the Honored One, he was perfect, he had to be perfect…

He’d been alive since the Kamakura era of Japan, his life revolving around his work as a Jujutsu Sorcerer. His aging was slow and prolonged, as of now he barely looked 20 despite all the hundreds of years he had been alive for. He’s led the Jujutsu world through thick and thin, battle after battle, curses spirit after the other, he had seen it all. Unfortunately, that also came with his fair share of losses.

At first, he did his best to cope with the many friends and allies he lost, trying to find peace in the fact that they were all now at rest and wouldn’t have to suffer in the world anymore…but it still hurt. Friends, family, whole generations flashed before his eyes like the pages of a book. Eventually, he gave up on relationships, seeking nothing more than to watch others grow. He did not want to get attached anymore, it hurt him too much once he started forming bonds. In the end, they would all die, and he would live on for the rest of time.

Today was a meeting between the clans of the Jujutsu world, almost everyone attended. Gojo himself was obviously present, being the leader of his clan meaning that he would have to be at any meetings between clans or the higher ups of the Jujutsu world. He found the meeting rather boring, only half listening while the rest of his mind drifted off to random thoughts. After a few hours, the meeting came to a pause so that the elders of the clans could consult. Gojo was wanted to stay and attend this, but he made up an excuse and left without another word. He wandered aimlessly around the garden of the meeting hall, his mind as blank and uncaring as ever. Until he saw something in the distance .