"Fushiguro, huh?" Toji looked down for a moment, processing the situation. So, Gojo had really gone and done it? Deep down, the man had never actually bet on Gojo acting on the information he'd left behind. In his dying moments, long before his reincarnation, Toji had remembered that he had a child. That child was you, and you were originally going to be sold off to the Zenin clan. Fortunately, Gojo Satoru located you after Toji told him about your existence, and decided he was gonna make you his student. That blue-eyed bastard really one upped Toji again.

"That's nice..." Toji spoke up again with a smile, lifting his head to meet your gaze. "Really, it is." The reincarnated assassin dropped the broken cursed tool in his hand, the item hitting the concrete of the alleyway with a soft thud. You were really his child. You were really the kid he was never around to nurture, yet look at you now: a competent, young sorcerer and fighter. He was proud, but he didn't feel like he had the right to be.

"Sorry, kid. I didn't know..." The man trailed off, unsure how to reveal his status as your father. Why did this have to be so difficult?