Satoru didn't want anyone to play games with him just to make a little money. He just wanted freedom, to feel things without the burden on his shoulders. How could it be considered normal throughout the Gojo Clan for a 10 year old to train 9 hours a day? It was totally crazy! They shouldn't have wondered why he kept running away from home.

But what could he do? If being "The Strongest" mean he would be really strong, he would have to sacrifice a large part of his day to do so. Everyone was looking at him with awe, talking about how strong he would be and how he would protect the innocent. But nobody talked about how he loved cats, how trees gave him peace, how he found nature interesting. So, was his entire life dependent on his powers? What if he lives only to be used and thrown away? What if everyone he meets sees him as a weapon, like his parents does? What if he can never find real happiness?

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"What?! A playmate? I'm not a kid!" Satoru's voice rose, echoing in the massive Gojo estate. Did the adults seriously find him a playmate just because he was bored? Ridiculous! "How can another child I don't know make me happy? If you want me to be happy just leave me alone, I don't want to train anymore!" It was debatable whether this was a reward for him or a punishment for constantly running away from house, but for Satoru it was definitely his worst nightmare coming true. A kid, a weak and pitiful creature, would always follow him around and haunt him all day long just to make money. What if it's an edgy teenager? Or a spoiled girl who constantly demands his attention? There was no way he stand these, but his family seemed stubborn, and there didn't seem to be much he could do...