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Chapter 1: Can I hold my newborn brother… with Infinity?

In front of him was a beautiful sunrise.

The end of a journey that was the Fifth Holy Grail War, which marked a new beginning for him.

He'd fought as a Servant for a stubborn and annoying Master, who always had pushed him around doing all sorts of things… some not even related to the War itself.

Truly, he couldn't have had a better Master.

Even though what he'd wanted was to free himself from the shackles of being a Counter Guardian by any means necessary, he never envisioned an ending where he was enlightened, slightly, by his younger self… who was also someone he'd wanted to kill.

'Well, it wasn't such a bad ending… especially after putting an arrow between his eyes,' he thought while imagining the sorry state of the King of Heroes' last predicament.

He'd had once denied himself to be 'Shirou Emiya', but now, he knew that, even though he would try his hardest to admit it… he would always be 'Shirou Emiya'.

"Archer!" someone familiar to him shouted from behind, her ragged breaths and tired legs running had already been heard by him quite some time ago.

"It's unfortunate, but it is how it is," he said, without looking back, "Give up on the Grail this time, Rin."

After saying that, he heard the usual disappointed sound that Rin Tohsaka was signature of.

He could only chuckle after that.

'You idiot… you've technically won. You are the last Master standing, and I, the last Servant…' he thought about their predicament.

"What's with that?!" she asked with annoyance, clearly bewildered by his laugh. "This is hardly the time to be laughing!"

"Well, sorry. I couldn't help it… given your state," he replied while turning his body to her. "I was amused that you and I cut such sorry figures."

"Archer…"

"Make a pact with me once again?" she asked him while touching both of her arms and the wind blowing her long hair.

Her asking made him ponder about it.

"I can't do that…" he said, while looking away from her. "I don't think I deserve it."

Truly, why would she ask him to make a pact with her again, after all the traitorous things he did to her?

"Besides, I no longer have a goal," he continued. "My battle ends here."

It was truly not a bad ending at all for him.

"But… this means you'll…" Rin sadly said to him with tearful eyes. "No matter how much time… passes, you'll never be… saved."

What she said shocked him enough that he slightly gasped and turned to her

'She still wants to save me, huh…'

He knew, deep in his heart, that him being saved from the grasp of the Counter Guardian role was a near-impossible feat, that it would take more than a miracle to grant it.

All he could do now was be at peace with his choice, and tell his Master what he wanted her to do.

"Rin," he called her with a small smile on his face, and she quickly looked at him.

"Look after me."

"As you know, I'm a bit hopeless…"

"So, give me a shoulder to cry on."

He ended his list of what he wanted, and Rin could only be shocked at what she was hearing.

It shocked her to hear that her idiot, suicidal, traitorous, and stubborn Archer… basically admitted that he was Shirou Emiya.

"Archer…"

"Yeah, I know," she said while quickly wiped her tears away to look at his vanishing body clearly with a resolved face and showing him her brightest smile.

"I'll try my hardest to make sure he doesn't end up a twisted jerk like you and learn to like himself more!"

Those words brought a bigger smile to his face.

"So, you must do the same!"

Everything she said, everything about her… comforted him.

He now knew that Shirou Emiya would be in her care, for better and for worse.

"I have my answer…" he said while his body was becoming more translucent.

In Rin's eyes, the face of the man before her was looking so much like the boy she was in love with.

"Don't worry, Tohsaka. I'll try my best from now on too."

He ended his statement with the brightest of smiles and even though it would be the last time she saw him making it… she knew she would see that smile, many more times.

After that, the Servant known as Archer vanished from this world, becoming only motes of light.

For her, it was the ending of a journey with him.

For him, it was the beginning of a new journey…

For little did he know, more than a miracle was about to happen and his wish of being saved from being a Counter Guardian was about to be granted.

…

You would think this would be great for our favorite sarcastic Wrought Iron Hero, right?

Well, let's just say he would remember that phrase over and over again.

What phrase? Well, of course…

Be careful of what you wish for

In the beginning, there was nothing.

Nothing but the vast emptiness of darkness surrounding every inch and corner.

But, no matter how dark the abyss was… there would always be something crawling from it.

Such was the state of this world.

Humanity prospered with their intelligence, innovations and even weapons of mass destruction… which birthed all that was good in the world… and everything that was in the nature of evil.

Where there was kindness, there was animosity.

Where there was sympathy, there was apathy.

Where there was joy, there was grief.

Where there was love… there was hatred.

From those that were mentioned, half of them were in the nature of negativity and from it brought forth an unimaginable thing that plagued humanity even in their modern era.

Curses.

Couldn't be seen by the normal populace's naked eye, they roamed free in any dark alleyway, any kind of final resting place, and some being actually in front of them without them knowing.

They threatened humanity's very lives, jeopardized their way of life, and could even brought upon their extinction.

Thus, came the Sorcerers. Humans that were trained to be able to utilize Cursed Energy, something that fueled Curses themselves.

They were supposed to be the guardians of the normal populace, but reality was often different than what we envisioned.

Some did do what they were supposed to do and guarded the peace.

Some became drunk in their own powers, becoming the very thing they were supposed to fight against.

Some became Curses themselves…

Even one former Sorcerer became their King.

No one would dare to commonly talk about the Disgraced One.

It was incomprehensible for the Sorcerers to even think one of their own had become the most feared Cursed Spirits of all. Many hunted him for glory, for peace, for prosperity… and for the sake of humanity.

It took many sacrifices… too many to be even counted, and eventually, he was gone by unknown circumstances even history didn't know of.

Such was the legacy of Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses.

But we all should remember…

Where there was darkness, there was light.

A certain family of Sorcerers brought forth two unimaginable powers which threatened the balance between good and evil.

The Innate Technique of Limitless, which granted nigh-absolute control over space… and the Six Eyes, which granted precise control over their Cursed Energy…

The Gojo family brought forth someone that was granted both. In the records of history, said person had been treated as the light in the vast darkness that was the world of Curses.

But in the last four hundred years, there had been no Sorcerer with both the Limitless and the Six Eyes…

Until he was born.

He was called a miracle, a blessing, and even an honored one.

In the modern era, he was being treated as that light.

Such was the life of the 11-year-old Satoru Gojo.

Where was he at this time? The date was October 20th, 2002. Country; Japan.

He was just sitting still in his family's compound, waiting for someone…

That someone was his little brother, being birthed at this very moment.

"Just a little further! Push!" Satoru heard from afar.

The birthing took place a bit far from where Satoru was sitting, many rooms apart from his own but his senses were different than that of a normal human and thanks to the Six Eyes, he could see it even from afar.

The midwife was telling his mother to give one final push and his father, choosing to give support, was holding his mother's hand rather tightly.

Satoru didn't really know how to react when being given the news that he would be a big brother.

All he ever experienced was that in this world that he lived in; strength mattered the most.

Would his brother have the same Innate Technique that he had?

Would his brother be treated the same as him?

Would his brother be… as strong as him?

Those were the only questions Satoru had about his new sibling that was about to be born… and he already had an answer for them.

'Nah, probably not.'

"It's a boy! A beautiful baby boy!" he heard the midwife proclaimed to his parents.

"Call Satoru, he needs to see his brother," his father commanded one of the female servants that were in the birthing room.

He could see that the servant immediately rushed to him.

Her legs were trying to be as fast but also as silent possible.

'Well, time to meet him,' Satoru thought while getting up from his place of sitting.

The moment Satoru got up, the female servant, whose name he didn't even remember, opened the door of his chambers.

"Master Satoru, I- "

"Yeah, I know… I have to see him," he cut off whatever the servant wanted to say to him.

The servant clearly was trying to hide every hint of annoyance that she had for her young master, but even Satoru knew without even looking.

He'd been like that ever since he knew how to create sentences, just becoming an annoyance to some of the ones in the family compound.

They then walked rather normally to the room where his mother, father and brother were.

When they entered, they were greeted the faces of the midwife, healers that worked for the Gojo family, some of the other servants that were cleaning the blood from the birthing and of course, Satoru's parents.

All eyes were on him, but all Satoru could focus on was his mother.

From his eyes, she looked tired… like she'd been running a marathon.

Her breaths were ragged, her eyes were droopy, but she still brought forth her greatest smile… because she was holding his newborn brother.

"Satoru, come here…" his mother softly commanded him.

Satoru did what he was told to do and walked softly towards her, looking at her visage holding the newborn baby.

His newborn brother didn't make any sound, like he was in a deep sleep instead of being wide-awake.

When Satoru came to his mother's side, he finally had a view of his brother's face… and no, he wasn't asleep, his eyes were wide-awake, looking at his mother and then Satoru himself.

"Look at that, just came out fresh from the womb and not even crying," his father happily proclaimed to everyone in the vicinity. "He'll be a strong Gojo, definitely!"

His mother could only smile after hearing that, but all of her focus was set on to introduce Satoru to his little brother.

"Satoru, meet your little brother… Shirou," her mother finally introduced Satoru to his little brother's name - wasn't exactly the most unique when it came to Japanese names, but he found it rather fitting, Shirou Gojo.

"Would you like to hold him?"

His mother softly asked Satoru while presenting his newborn baby brother to him, wrapped in a baby blanket.

Truthfully, the others were wary of the idea of Satoru Gojo, who in their mind was kind of like a 'problem child', holding such a fragile and delicate newborn baby, and Satoru could see it.

'Do I look like some kind of idiot who'd drop a baby or something?' Satoru thought after looking at the others' reactions to his mother's asking.

"Sure, why not?" Satoru replied his mother, showing that he didn't care what the others thought of the idea.

As his mother was about to hand her newborn son to his big brother, a question came from Satoru…

"Can I hold him with Infinity though?"

Everyone in the room was clearly shocked by what Satoru just asked.

"Satoru…" his father said with a heavy breath and a facepalm.

His mother, on the other hand, softly laughed at Satoru.

"Hehe… of course you can't, Satoru," his mother softly said to him, showing a small smile to her eldest child as well. "You should hold him with care… as a big brother should."

For Satoru, the reason why he wanted to use Infinity was that there was a question that was bugging him.

'Is he even sanitary? I mean… he just came out, damn…'

But, after looking at his mother's face, he relented.

"Fine…" Satoru relented while being given his little brother.

Satoru took hold of his little brother with every ounce of care he could muster, which was like the bare minimum, while looking at his eyes with his own… and the baby doing the same as well.

Satoru could see the same white-as-snow hair that he had, a common and defining trait when it came to the Gojo family…

But what Satoru focused on was his eyes…

They weren't blue.

Instead of blue as the sky itself, like Satoru's, they were amber… like his mother's.

'So, you don't have them, huh…' Satoru thought, concluding that his brother didn't have the Six Eyes.

After that thought, the baby that Satoru was holding made some small noises.

For the others in the vicinity, it looked like he was just making baby noises.

For Satoru, it looked like his little brother was trying to talk… but couldn't.

"You should say 'Hi' to him, Satoru…" his mother very softly said to Satoru from his side, lying down.

"Hi, Shirou," Satoru said to his brother with a monotone voice… and Shirou replied with more baby sounds.

His mothers smiled happily at the exchange, noticing how cute and wholesome her two sons were with the way of them keep looking at each other.

It was a beautiful image for her to see. Her eldest son, Satoru, carrying and holding her youngest, Shirou, with such care…

For her, it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

"Satoru, promise me…" she said to him softly… with small breaths.

Satoru instantly looked at his mother, wondering what his mother was about to say.

"Promise me… that you'll look after Shirou… as a big brother should."

For the others, it was just like a normal and cute exchange, the mother telling the eldest to look after the youngest… but for Satoru, his mother was making a request to him in a serious manner.

The request that his mother made put him in a train of thought.

Satoru was to become the strongest.

Stronger than any Sorcerer of this modern time.

He was blessed, very blessed, by more than a miracle, in this world.

He was the miracle itself.

To made a request to him about looking after his little brother from his mother…

The answer was simple enough for him; he wouldn't need any more consideration.

"Of course, I'll look after my cute baby bro!" Satoru happily promised his mother, giving her a toothy smile and then looked at Shirou. "Ain't that right, Shirou? Your big bro is the strongest after all!"

Somehow, Satoru could feel that his little brother was a bit annoyed at him.

But little did Satoru know the promise he made to his mother at this very moment… would be remembered by him for as long as he lived.

"I'm glad…" his mother gave her son her approval, smiling and even… a bit teary eyed.

She knew Satoru would keep this promise from just a mother's intuition, her smile had never been brighter than the one she was showing now, and just seeing his two children was more than enough for her.

Afterwards, she looked toward her newborn child and started to convey what she wanted to say to him.

"I hope you'll look after him as well."

Her voice was so soft, all the others in the room wasn't able to hear it, not even Satoru.

But then, her newborn child turned to her after she said it.

She knew…

She knew that Shirou heard her… and that was more than enough.

'I love you two… no matter what.'

"Hey, Shirou. Hope you like Digimon because we're gonna watch Digimon Frontiers together!" Satoru said, signifying that he was kind of serious when he said this because his eyes never left his brother.

But for some reason, something was amiss.

Shirou didn't look at his big brother's toothy smile… he was looking to the side, and never took his eyes off from what he was looking.

In the corner of his eyes, Satoru genuinely felt something was amiss.

Satoru then looked at what his brother was seeing.

Their mother… was no longer conscious.

"Mom?"

Satoru rarely called his mother that… he might call her either 'Ma' when calling her loudly, or 'Mother' sometimes when he was feeling snarky… but rarely 'Mom'.

He waited for a response… and the response he got was only the sound of a machine his mother was connected to…

…flatlining.

"Take Satoru and Shirou out of this room! Now!"

Their father immediately shouted toward the servants, all of them showing the reaction of being shocked and hurriedly did what they were told to do.

The servants hurriedly flocked toward him, one of them gently scooping Shirou out of his grasp, and then took his hand.

"Come, Master Satoru!" said the female servant; the same one who'd called him to come here a few minutes ago.

In a matter of seconds, they were already out of the birthing room and were being taken to another room where a baby crib was already installed.

"What's wrong?! She was fine a few seconds ago! You said her vitals were normal!"

Satoru heard his father screamed his lungs out toward the healers inside the room.

"Do something, dammit!"

After that, Satoru heard hurried footsteps, clearly in a panic as well, the same thing his father was experiencing.

Everything felt surreal for him.

He'd just talked to his mother a few moments ago… but now, he was in a totally different predicament.

Satoru was trying to deny what was happening, but he couldn't deny… his Six Eyes.

They saw her mother's body no longer having any Cursed Energy… which would only mean one thing.

The one thing that Satoru didn't want to be true.

After a bit while, he heard another conversation coming from where his mother was.

"I'm sorry, Master- "

"No, don't say it! Don't you fucking say it!"

Satoru then heard a lot more screaming, all of them coming from his father.

After the screams, he heard… cries.

Cries that were so loud, Satoru could bet everyone in the family compound was hearing them as well.

They were so loud; they were deafening to his ears.

The servants in the room with him were already teary eyed as well, coming from the fact that they were close to his mother.

All this happening, and Satoru could see, that his newborn brother was reaching with his tiny hand… toward the room where their mother was staying.

The date was October 20th, 2002.

Shirou Gojo's date of birth.

Also… his mother's date of death.

He woke up from his sleep after a horrible nightmare.

No, not a nightmare… but a memory.

A memory he truly wished he could forget. It had been five years since that particular memory happened.

He was no longer an 11-year-old kid who was really into Digimon.

He was now sixteen, currently enrolled as a 2nd year in high school… and was still really into Digimon.

He thought he had moved on from that memory though. Remembering it… made him feel a little sick.

'Out of all things I could dream of… why that?' he thought, currently lying down in a field of grass under a tree.

The tree was located in one of the many gardens of his school.

To be more specific, the Tokyo Prefectural Curse Technical College, or, for short, Tokyo Jujutsu High.

One of only two educational institutions in Japan dedicated to fostering the next generation of Sorcerers.

At first, he'd thought napping under a tree had been a great idea…

After experiencing that though, not great at all.

"Oi, Satoru!" he heard a calling from afar.

Seeing who was coming, Satoru lazily got up from his napping position, picking up his sunglasses from below, and looked at the person disrupting his rest.

He was Suguru Geto, his best friend who also enrolled in this school, both being in the same 2nd year.

"What do you want, Suguru? You got lonely or something?" Satoru asked, slowly walking toward Suguru, who was also walking toward him in the field of grass.

"I thought you were going to visit the Gojo family's compound today…" answered Suguru, finally in front of Satoru while pocketing his hands.

"Took a little nap first before going, and then your ugly bangs ruined it."

Suguru was clearly showing disdain after hearing that reply.

"You got up trying to pick a fight or something?" asked Suguru in a confronting manner.

Satoru only smirked at that.

"You were the one trying to pick a fight by parading those oversized pants of yours, idiot," Satoru said, smirkingly pointing out Suguru's choice of attire.

"Who are you calling 'Idiot', idiot?"

Suguru started to flare up his Cursed Energy.

"Now, who's calling who, huh? At least, my pants are tailored to fit my legs."

Satoru started as well while telling the superiority of his choice of attire.

"Are you two idiots gonna fight again? We're gonna be in trouble if you two baffoons wreck this garden."

Those words were not from the two males readying from a fight, but from their friend who was also in the same year, suddenly appearing between them.

Shoko Ieiri, the only female student currently enrolled in Tokyo Jujutsu High.

"Get that cigarette out of my face, Shoko, jeez!" Satoru suddenly snapped at her, showing his disdain of her smoking near his face.

"Yes, it's very unsightly," Suguru agreed with him, also showing disdain at Shoko smoking.

For the two of them, it was still kind of surprising that Shoko was still able to smoke on school grounds without getting caught.

"Stop being such babies, you two…" Shoko said to both of them, her hand was busy clearing her cigarette's ash. "By the way, why do you look like you just saw a ghost, Satoru?"

Satoru was a bit surprised that she was able to tell something was off about him, wondering how obvious it was that he had an unpleasant sleep.

"Took a nap under the tree, then this idiot interrupted it," Satoru lied as easily as he breathed.

"You were awake before I called you…" Suguru defended himself, getting slightly more annoyed.

The more Suguru looked at his best friend, the more off he was looking.

"Jeez, just get off my back, you two," said the white-haired male with the dark sunglasses, showing a hint of annoyance as well. "Besides, I gotta go, family compound's waiting for me."

"Oh yeah, you did say you were gonna go home today…" Shoko said to Satoru, stepping aside his obvious act to change the topic. "What's so important there anyway?"

"I'm actually curious as well," Suguru joined her, showing interest at the same issue. "One time, you told me you didn't like it there."

It actually wasn't anything of urgency for Satoru.

He was just visiting his father, who was not doing well… and the fact this day was his brother's birthday.

"It's just been a while since I was there, like… actually since I started enrolling here," Satoru rather vaguely explained to both of them. "Welp, been a while I saw my kid brother as well."

"Oh, I see… wait, since when did you have a little brother?!" Shoko was surprised at the new fact she learned about Satoru.

"Yes, you never mentioned about having one!" Suguru added, also surprised.

"What can I say? I'm always full of surprises…"

About his little brother, Satoru never mentioned him to them because there was nothing special about it, more specifically, nothing special about him to begin with.

"What's he like? More annoying or less? More stupid or less?" Shoko asked, showing genuine interest.

"Please, don't tell me he's a 'mini-Satoru'…" Suguru begged the heavens for there not to be two 'Satoru Gojo' living in this world.

"Damn, even one 'Satoru' is already too much to begin with," Shoko added.

"Thanks! I know this world is already blessed with one 'Satoru Gojo' living in it!" Satoru thanked Shoko of what he thought was a compliment.

"Wasn't a compliment."

"Yeah, never a compliment."

Both of Satoru's friends clearly took their stance on the matter.

"Tch, don't hate the player, hate the game," Satoru replied to both of them, thinking of how jealous his friends were of him. "Why do you wanna know so much about my little brother, anyway? There's nothing special about him whatsoever."

Suguru instantly raised his eyebrows from what his best friend just said.

He knew Satoru after spending a lot of time with him… and for him to say that his little brother wasn't anything special…

"By 'nothing special', do you mean he's…" Suguru said to Satoru, who knew what he was thinking.

"Yeah, just like that… nothing special in my eyes."

When the word 'eyes' was spoken by Satoru, Suguru instantly knew what he'd meant.

The Six Eyes that Satoru Gojo possessed…

They judged his brother as weak, very weak.

Ever since Satoru and Suguru had gone for missions together, they always would go up against Cursed Spirits and sometimes rogue Curse Users.

Some of the time, after the missions were done, Suguru asked Satoru what he thought about facing them.

When Satoru had told him they were 'nothing special', what he meant was, seeing their Cursed Energy levels, they were just barely, or even below average when it came to Sorcerers and Cursed Spirits… and for Satoru, that meant weak, very much so.

Which would mean Satoru Gojo's brother had a Cursed Energy potential that was below the average of the average Sorcerer.

Even at such a young age, without any training what so ever, Sorcerers with high potential had Cursed Energy that showed it, especially most became aware of their Cursed Techniques around four years old.

'Could be a 'late bloomer'… but for someone in the Gojo family, especially Satoru's brother…' Suguru thought, processing the idea of Satoru's brother's predicament.

"He's like… five? I think? Maybe younger? Heh, don't remember," Satoru continued, signifying his lack of care, even toward his brother's age.

For Satoru, to think that his own brother, someone born in the main branch of the Gojo family, one of the Big Three families, didn't have high potential…

Honestly, he didn't care much…and that made Satoru didn't care much about him either.

"Some brother, you are…" Shoko said, commenting on the lack of care that Satoru showed for his own sibling.

Satoru instinctively thought about disagreeing with Shoko's comment.

'Hey, at least I'm coming home for his birthday… fuck, why do I remember that 'promise' as well?'

It was a promise that he thought he'd forgot…

His mother, on her deathbed… with Shirou around his arms.

Every time he'd forgotten about it, something, or anything, kept reminding him.

"Can we come along? We never visit your place," Suguru said to Satoru, interrupting his train of thought. "And… we don't have anything to do here."

"Oh, house visit! Sounds like a fun time," Shoko commented.

"Sorry, guys. No strangers allowed except for invitations and special occasions," Satoru denied their requests. "Maybe next time, when I change that rule once I become head of the family. Oh, my X360 is still there! We can play Halo together! Or Gears!"

"I'll be sure to remember that… beating you will be a piece of cake," Suguru said, commenting on the idea.

"I prefer arcade games than console ones…" Shoko added.

It was easy for Satoru's friends to think that he would become the head of the Gojo family, he was the Strongest after all… no matter how scary or weird the thought might be.

"Alright, I gotta jet. So, see ya when I see ya!" Satoru said his goodbyes and then started to walk away from the group, waving his hand lazily.

"Ciao!"

After a moment, Satoru Gojo was gone from their sights, heading toward the exit of Tokyo Jujutsu High.

"So, what should we do now?" Shoko asked the only one around her, still on the field of grass.

"We don't have any missions today. So, I guess we can rest… but I have a feeling on something…" Suguru replied to her female friend.

"Feeling on what?"

"It seems Utahime and Mei Mei are on a mission together, but for some reason, I feel like we're going to rescue them in a day or two… but, hey, it's just a feeling," Suguru clarified, informing the mission that their compatriots were taking to Shoko.

"Heh, sounds like a fun time." Shoko commented.

However, little did they know... that Satoru's promise of taking them to his home would be fulfilled on this day.

It was all true.

Beyond the scope of light, and beyond the reach of dark… lied his salvation.

He had sought after it throughout his afterlife, insatiably.

His wish to be free from the shackles of being a Counter Guardian, to obtain freedom from the hell he'd put himself in.

Such had been his life… the life of Shirou Emiya.

But, then, out of all the sudden, it came true.

His wish was being granted, in the form of reincarnation. He was reborn in a new body, a new family and a new world, altogether.

He was given the same name, Shirou, as his name from his past life… but with a different last name.

Shirou Gojo was his given name.

At the time of his birth, he could see everything, and remember everything. To him, it was akin to being trapped in a newborn's body, with his consciousness from his previous life remaining intact.

He could see the faces of his new family members, feeling joy and relief of their newborn being healthy and well.

His new father was ecstatic, his mother was relieved, and then he met his big brother as well.

With hair white as snow and eyes as blue as the sky, his big brother held him with a touch of care and a slight gentleness.

He tried to talk but any words he wanted to speak came out very differently.

It was the body of a newborn after all, if he'd spoken, he'd have been treated as the second coming of a prophet or of similar nature.

His mother then made his brother promise to look after him, a rather cute and wholesome exchange to be heard by anyone in the vicinity, including him.

And then, his mother spoke to him.

Her voice was so soft, no one could hear her, but for some reason… he could.

"I hope you'll look after him as well."

His mother gave him her hope, her wish, and her thought to him… and after that, she closed her eyes forever.

It came as a shock to him, this stranger of a woman, gave it her everything to conceive him, to be born in this world… and he didn't know how to react to it.

All of the sudden, he and his brother were taken from the birthing room to another room, a baby crib was installed, signifying the room was his.

He could hear his new father shouting, and crying… forcefully pleading that this was all a dream and not a horrible reality.

It was something he couldn't comprehend.

Why was he reincarnated? Why was he here, instead of the hell he'd walked himself into?

Why did it sacrifice someone's wife, someone's mother, so that he could have his salvation?

He then moved his small and soft arm, his hand reaching for the room where the woman who gave him his impossible wish, his new life, died in…

"Thank you, for this… for everything."

He said to his mother in his mind, still couldn't be able to speak after all.

He then looked at his new big brother, who was still in a state of shock and disbelief, remembering of what their mother said to him before she was gone from this world.

"I'll look after him for you, that's my promise…"

Before all this, he had been a Counter Guardian, a Heroic Spirit, a Servant, but now, he was Shirou Gojo.

As the second son of their mother and as a little brother…

He promised himself to grant her final, dying wish.

Such was the start of the life of Shirou Gojo.

Living from scratch as a newborn baby, growing day by day in this new world, where everything seemed similar to his old one.

He assumed he was being reborn into a normal family…

A normal family with many privileges, such as having servants, a family compound that seemed endless, and there were even branch family members as well…

Oh, how wrong he was.

Day after day, he didn't notice something was amiss.

The servants always talked about how they were similar looking, both having white hair and all, with the exception of their eyes.

His brother, Satoru Gojo, seemed like a normal kid.

Sometimes, Satoru carried him for company when he wanted to watch his favorite TV series.

He also noticed how talkative his big brother was, every time he felt pumped about what he held interests in…

Especially Digimon…

And Pokemon…

And every other pop culture invention that Satoru could think of.

Week after week, he slightly noticed the topic they were talking about were slightly not normal.

He could hear them talking about techniques, energy, and even… sorcery.

His brother was even wondering about when his Innate Technique would awaken.

Year after year, he definitely noticed they were not normal at all.

He had tutors, in his early age, teaching the alphabet and other mundane things then suddenly took a sharp left turn and talking about Cursed Techniques, Cursed Energy… and Cursed Spirits.

The Gojo family was different, far different than your normal, rich, privileged, and conservative ones.

He thought they were a family of Magi. Instead, they were a family of Sorcerers.

In fact, one of the Three Big Families of Sorcery in Japan.

Unlike the Magi in his old world, the Sorcerers in this world worked with the government, to exorcise Cursed Spirits in their country, albeit with the same nature of secrecy.

The Sorcerers were the only one who could see them, after all, whereas normal humans, or non-sorcerers, couldn't.

It was a blessing to know, the moment he found out, he still had his Magic Circuits, all 27 of them.

He found out the same time he learned to talk, when he was only two years old, something he was rather proud of.

When he was three, he noticed there was a foreign energy living inside of him, and also living inside most of the ones inside his family compound, especially Satoru.

He found out that the foreign energy was Cursed Energy, and his big brother, Satoru Gojo, had the most out of all members of the Gojo family.

When he was four, he learned why his family was so special in the world of Jujutsu.

It was all thanks to Satoru, who was born with the Cursed Technique, Limitless, and the Six Eyes.

Those two things were exclusive to the Gojo family, spanning across thousands of years and only inherited once every four hundred years.

He once watched Satoru training with his Cursed Technique, being able to repel any attack that went to his way, a truly magnificent feat of inviolability.

The Cursed Technique, Limitless, allowed the user to manipulate and distort space at will, and the Six Eyes allowed one to see the flow of Cursed Energy in extreme detail and the ability to use that flow to read Cursed Techniques.

He wondered how much powerful Satoru would become, once he could fully realize his potential.

And then, the others wondered about his own potential…

Which was a letdown.

He didn't inherit any Cursed Technique that was hereditary for the Gojo family…

In fact, he didn't have any Cursed Technique…

Much worse, his Cursed Energy was considered on the low side.

He was being called a disappointment, a shame in the family, considering he was Satoru Gojo's brother after all.

Finally, he saw the hidden culture in the world of Sorcerers, which was very similar to Magus' as well.

For them, Cursed Technique and Cursed Energy were everything… and for Shirou Gojo to not have high potential was borderline shocking.

They all treated him like he didn't exist, a waste of space, ignoring him when he walked past them… unlike how they treated Satoru, who was considered their family's golden child.

Even Satoru treated him rather differently.

He could see how Satoru looked at him, different that he'd been throughout his new life.

He was still relatively nice to him, showing him his collection of anything that his big brother was interested in, sometimes casually smacking his head lightly for a brotherly bond.

But it was how Satoru's eyes looked at him… it was like they were telling him that he was weak.

Satoru then moved out of the house, enrolling himself in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, or Tokyo Jujutsu High, for short.

It was news to him that, in Japan, there were not only one, but two educational institutions dedicated to fostering the next generation of Jujutsu Sorcerers, with the other one being in Kyoto.

He remembered the last time he saw his big brother, before going to his high school.

"By the way… No, you can't have my room, you little snot," Satoru said to him while giving his goodbye to his little brother, casually smacking the back of his head in the process.

He knew the smackings weren't out of malice… but still, he hated them.

'Damn you, Satoru Gojo.'

And then, there was his father.

His father, on the other hand, treated him the same way since the day of birth…

In the way he rarely cared for him.

Ever since then, his father barely looked at him, barely even went to see him.

Hell, he could count with his one hand how many times he even saw him at their own house.

The servants always talked about his father secretively, where he never went out from his bedroom, or only went out to grab something he favored in these recent years…

That thing was liquor, apparently.

It turned out his father never really moved on from his mother's death, either blaming himself for her death or blaming him.

'Not the first time I was treated as the black sheep… could be worse than this, I guess.' He thought about his predicament.

And then, he turned five…

It was at his fifth birthday, that everything changed.

The sun was shining as usual, skies were rather cloudy with a little chance of rain.

Shirou Gojo, formerly Counter Guardian Emiya, was loitering around at the family compound with his five-year-old legs.

Even on his birthday, no members of the Gojo family said anything to him… except some of the servants who he'd bonded rather well.

Wearing a blue kimono, he walked around the estate with no regard whatsoever.

He heard that his big brother was coming to visit this place on this particular day, whether it could be for his birthday… or rather, visiting their mother, who was buried at their family grave.

He didn't care about the birthday of his reincarnation, never really celebrated them since his birth in the first place…

Unless you counted the time Satoru throwing a birthday cake on his face in the third one… and the fourth one, as well.

'Don't tell me he's visiting just to do that… again, damn you, Satoru Gojo,' he thought, while also thinking on whether or not he would throw a sword to his big brother's stupid face… if it were to happen again.

Speaking of, every night, since he'd felt them, he trained his Magic Circuits when the rest were sleeping soundly.

Due to his body being of a child, he needed to open his Circuits from the beginning and frequently, in order for them to not grow dormant from neglect… but he couldn't overuse them, or he'd be expecting to see necrosis from an early age.

He could trace normal swords, perhaps something similar to Black Keys, but Noble Phantasms were still out of the picture…

Which meant he needed to grow his body strong…

For when he became a Sorcerer, in the near future.

'Do I even want to be a Sorcerer? I can just live like this life normally, but then…'

This new life granted a salvation for him, a new beginning… but he remembered the promise to his former Master as well…

All those thoughts he went through while still walking around the massive estate that was the Gojo family's compound.

It was rather massive, three times the size of the Emiya estate…

He walked, and walked because there was a destination he had in mind.

The kitchen.

He was now five-years-old, his body was tall enough to try his favorite hobby, which wasn't tinkering with useless junks, of course, but rather…cooking.

He arrived at the massive kitchen, which was normal due to the relatives and other branch members living in the estate.

The kitchen looked empty, no servants or cooks around, but, in the corner of his eyes, he could see one person near the liquor cabinet.

Bottles of liquor were littered on the ground, in the state of cracked, fractured and some, finished.

Shirou then looked at someone who was responsible… his father, sitting on the ground of the kitchen floor with a bottle half-finished in hand.

His father was looking downwards, muttering a whole lot of nonsensical words that he couldn't muster.

"Father?" he tried to talk some sense into him, rather worried about the man's state. "Are you alright?"

His father then looked upwards, signifying he heard the question.

"Satoru…? No, the other one…" he said to his second child, mistaking him for another.

They were at an impasse, no one talked after the man spoke, only looking at each other.

Suddenly, the half-finished liquor bottle was thrown nearly towards him by his father, missing only a couple of inches.

He wasn't shocked by it, having no reaction at all even though most children would be rather frightened by the act.

"Shirou…why?" his father asked him a question while slowly standing up.

Numerous coughs then appeared, coming from his father, after he stood up.

"Why… *cough* even after she died to give birth to… you, you turned out to be… so weak?"

It was a question filled with malice, grief, and even hatred.

"I don't know, father," he replied, looking straight at his father with no reaction whatsoever.

"You…don't know? Why? Is it my… fault? Or hers? Or Satoru's?" his father started rambling about his predicament, knowing how low of a grade his Cursed Energy was and lack of a high potential.

He knew his father was drunk beyond any limit whatsoever, showing it by still rambling nonsensical things. "No Cursed Technique… no anything… no fucking way…"

'Yeah, that's me, your son… who still remember his past life, by the way,' he thought to himself with a sarcastic approach.

"Come with me *cough*, I… have something to show you."

His father started to walk toward the exit for the kitchen, and he followed.

Throughout this walk, his father started coughing more than heavily, and when being wiped, he could see the stains that cough produced…

It was blood, staining bloody red along his sleeves.

"Are you sure you're alright- "

"Shut the fuck up," his father suddenly cut out his worries, even indicating annoyance towards the matter.

Even though they lacked any father-and-son kind of bond, he was still slightly worried at his father's state.

He could see his father's eyes were filled with all the negative emotions he could think of, with a touch of sadness along with them.

Their walk resumed for a while, walking toward a section of the estate that he hadn't discovered ever since being born.

Some of the estate's residences saw them walking together, passing along some words of acknowledgement of their presence, but even then, his father didn't respond, only looking straight ahead while walking.

Their walk was stopped by a large wooden door in front of them, his father, while coughing, opened it with heavy breaths.

What was inside turned out to be a staircase going down, indicating a basement to be their destination.

He didn't know what his father was about to show, but his feelings of apprehension started to appear…

It was like going down towards an abyss filled with malice, and other forms of negativity.

The staircase was dimly lit, the walls around were stone, like a cave, and the moment they arrived at the basement made his skin crawl even more.

It was a massively large basement with no decorations whatsoever, metallic plates and columns filled up the place while being dimly lit.

"What is this place, father?" he asked with more apprehension lacing his voice.

Instead of abruptly cutting his asking, his father suddenly spoke rather eloquently.

"This is the place where the members of the Gojo family trains… to become the best of the best," his father explained while walking toward a metallic door at the edge of the basement, a lever was planted beside it.

"Satoru… even at an early age, frequently visited this place... he called it his 'dungeon'… or 'leveling up place' or 'facility' or… heh, whatever that kid wanted to say…" his father spoke of his brother with care instead of malice, showing a rather eloquent smile when talking about Satoru.

The lever was then pushed by his father, opening the metallic door…

The voices then started to appear.

"Upsy-dAisy!"

"OnE cHild's tIcket, pWease…"

"DadDy's gOne…"

"I'm sOrrY."

"I'll r-r-epEaT Your-r oRder."

They were haunting voices that could make any normal person tremble in fear, voices that instantly broke any train of thought into a state of dreadfulness.

He instantly knew who made those voices…

Curses.

"We keep… *cough* countless Cursed Spirits here *cough* *cough*" his father spoke with many interruptions; his coughing was worse than ever before. "Some are below Grade 2 *cough* the rest, far stronger."

Throughout his walk, he'd wondered what his father would show him, with his father's pace being slightly rushed even though his form was rather frail.

For some reason, a thought came to him… but all of a sudden, his thought was interrupted by his father, who was standing next to him at the edge of the room's entrance…

His father was smiling at him…

The collar of his blue kimono was suddenly being pulled…

And the next thing he knew, he was thrown into the center of the room filled with Cursed Spirits.

"Do you think you have the right to be weak?! After you killed her?!"

He wasn't shocked of what his father insinuated, he knew, for just a sliver of a thought… that his father blamed him, Shirou Gojo, for the death of his wife.

"Satoru has the Limitless! And the Six Eyes! While you aren't even worthy to be among us!"

Suddenly, the lever was switched back by his father and the metallic door started closing.

"Damn it!" he started to run toward the door, closing more and more so every step he took.

"Maybe… *cough* you're just like that Toji Zenin, huh… if so, prove me wrong, Shirou. But, if not…"

The metallic door was barely even open, but he was almost close to it, using every strength his little legs could muster.

"…then, good riddance."

The door finally closed, and Shirou didn't walk through it.

He was too late and started to punch the door in front of him.

'Is this how it ends? By him, out of all people?' he thought while leaning his head against the door, thinking how pathetic his fate was.

He then heard more coughing from the other side of the metallic door, far more…

It sounded more and more severe, his father's coughing.

But he didn't care, after what he did to him, and there were more things to worry about.

"foOd?"

"yEss, mORe, I nEed mOre."

"DadDy's hERe…"

"No, nOt my baBY boy."

"oRder cOMing uP, my orDerrr."

He stopped leaning against the door and looked to the other side…

Instantly, something flew towards him.

He instantly dodged to his side, stumbling rather awkwardly due to his small frame, and then took a good look at the Cursed Spirit that attacked him.

It was thrice the size of his body, with its appearance being that of a mixture between a cockroach and a lizard.

Judging by the size and the Cursed Energy it exuded, Shirou knew that it was a Grade 2.

"Mine? MIneeeee,"

It screamed and instantly launched towards him… but suddenly got impaled by three Black Keys.

Black Keys were sacraments of the Church, back in his old world, taking the form of long and slender rapier-like swords with blades measuring over one meter and extremely short hilts.

But while they might look like blades, they were actually prayers: Sacraments of the Holy Church, created with the lament for the dead; litanies, as their base.

As such, it could exorcise anything unholy, Cursed Spirits being in that category as well.

'No choice to flee… fight it is, then,' he thought after activating his Magecraft, green lines faintly glowed on his skin.

The Cursed Spirit that was impaled didn't move an inch after what he'd done to it, slowly beginning to disappear.

He then heard more voices, or rather, screams coming towards him.

Numerous Grade 2 and Grade 3 Cursed Spirits started to appear from the massive metallic walls in the room, their appearance could only be described as abominations.

"Trace, on," he chanted the aria of his favored Magecraft, Projection, and a dozen Black Keys instantly appeared, hovering above him.

Green lines appeared brightly around all over his skin, the Black Keys then launched themselves toward the Cursed Spirits, impaling some of them.

It took one Black Key for the Grade 3 to be exorcised, and three, for Grade 2.

He started to conjure up more, but was forced to dodge rather awkwardly due to being attacked by numerous ones that weren't exorcised yet.

He kept running toward the spot where it looked safe, launching and kept conjuring Black Keys in the process.

After a while, a dozen Cursed Spirits were already exorcised.

His breaths were rather ragged, his knees were weak after all the dodging and stumbling he was forced to do, and his skin was being more and more heated due to the Magic Circuits being constantly activated.

He thought the job was finished but instead, his instincts told him otherwise.

All of a sudden, one appeared.

it was larger than a Grade 2, having the appearance of an unholy mixture between a chameleon and a bullfrog but its body was slightly rather more humanoid than animal-looking.

What made his skin crawl even more so… was the amount of Cursed Energy it exuded.

He could tell that he was facing something more powerful than Grade 1, but not as strong as a Special-Grade Cursed Spirit on the low side.

Its movements were fast, faster than his five-year-old eyes could see.

In an instant, he was pushed to the ground by it, hardly.

Its hands were equipped by long claws, and it used them to try to slash his laid-down body.

Shirou instantly activated Reinforcement around every corner of his body and dodged its slashing.

He sidestepped and landed awkwardly, but out of a sudden, the monster he saw before him opened its oversized mouth and its tongue wrapped around him.

He couldn't move due to it, the more he tried to break free, the more it took hold of him.

He traced five Black Keys above him, instantly launching them toward the Cursed Spirit.

They impaled it, but they failed to exorcise it.

Instead, it screamed in pain, loudly… and the tongue wrapped around his body slammed him towards the metallic walls.

He screamed inwardly, feeling some of his bones were shattered in the painful process.

The tongue then immediately pulled him toward the Cursed Spirit's oversized mouth, its teeth were as large as his five-year-old body and readying themselves to chew him

His vision was getting blurry, all he could see was the ground getting further and sensed that he was about to be eaten by the Cursed Spirit.

As his body was being levitated towards his mouth, his mind started to ponder…

'Is this… how it supposed to end?' he thought about the new life he'd been recently given, how short it was, and how pathetic of an ending it had.

He thought about the promise he'd made to the woman who'd given birth to his new life… and then, he thought about the promise to his former Master.

"Don't worry, Tohsaka, I'll try my best from now on too."

All of a sudden, its tongue, that was wrapped around him, was suddenly sliced into bits of pieces.

Shirou dropped to the ground, landing safely… with two of his favored blades.

The Noble Phantasms, Kanshou and Bakuya, were being held by his small, yet firm hands.

"I'm not… done yet…"

His Magic Circuits were shining even more so, activating Reinforcement on every corner of his body at its fullest.

The Cursed Spirit could only writhe in pain, after getting its tongue turned to bits, and started to smack the ground furiously with its oversized hands and legs.

He dodged all of its furious uproar, sidestepping to the right and left in a gracious and quick manner while aiming towards its legs.

He instantly sliced both of them using the Noble Phantasms he had in hand, with the Cursed Spirit couldn't even react due to how fast he was going.

The monster stumbled forward, couldn't stand due to its legs were gone from where they had been, and instantly… a five-year-old boy with white hair and amber eyes appeared on top of its back.

He felt the overheat his Magic Circuits were experiencing, his skin being slightly more burned in the process, but he did not give one shit.

All he focused on was to exorcise this abomination he was facing.

He made lacerations all throughout its back, cutting it limb by limb, stabbing it frequently in a crazed manner.

The Cursed Spirit screamed, and screamed even more so.

Every attack he was utilizing was actually calculated to be lethal and disabling, but the way he moved could be called rather frenzied.

Kanshou and Bakuya were Noble Phantasms of perfectly-crafted swords, their edges were sharper than anything in this world. So, every slash, every cut, and every laceration… felt like he was cutting through butter, and the Cursed Spirit felt the most pain it ever experienced.

It was a thing to behold even though nobody alive to begin with was able to see it.

An abomination of what basically most would assume to be a monster, being cut, impaled, and slash by a five-year-old boy in a rage-fueled manner.

He let his final slashes loose, and beheaded the creature.

Jumping from its back to the ground, Shirou didn't need to see the Cursed Spirit's visage to tell it's starting to disappear… as its limbs, organs, and parts of its body were littered around the ground, slowly disappearing as well.

The Cursed Spirit, the strongest one there was finally exorcised

His breaths were more than ragged, his five-year-old legs were more than shaky, and his small arms were barely holding his blades, due to how heavy they felt.

His skin was slightly more tanned, due to his Magic Circuits overheating and exuding extreme heat around his body.

His steps started to make sounds, due to some of his bones being broken.

"Not yet… not done yet…" he said with ragged breaths, indicating that his fight was not yet done after sensing the rest of the Cursed Spirits, Grade 2 and lower, clinging around the metallic walls and columns of this supposed 'dungeon'.

More than a dozen started to make noise…

But instead of making intimidating sounds…

They were making sounds like they were afraid.

He looked up, directly facing them with no fear whatsoever, and said the magic words.

"Trace, on."

It had been over a year since he was here.

His estate, his family compound.

Finally, Satoru Gojo was home.

He was standing in front of the entrance of it, sunglasses in wear, also sporting his school's uniform while holding some sort of package.

The Gojo family's estate had the appearance of a conservative, traditional Japanese mansion with its length and size spanning across every vicinity in the area.

Truly, a massively large home, even for more than dozens of family members living in it.

And then, Satoru entered it.

"Family, I'm home!" he shouted from the top of his lungs, disrupting any form of peace that his mansion was exuding.

Numerous servants started to appear in front of him, bowing their heads down toward the heir to the Gojo family.

"Welcome home, Master Satoru," they all spoke in tandem, like it had been rehearsed.

"Aww, no need for that grand gesture for little old me," Satoru said towards all the servants around him while still holding his mysterious package. "A simple handshake would already suffice, you know."

The servants stopped bowing down, and Satoru started to walk to enter his home even more.

"Do you need help in carrying that, Master Satoru?" one of the servants asked him about needing assistance.

"Now that you mentioned it, keep this in the fridge, will you? Thanks." Satoru then handed his mysterious package towards the servant; his hand then reached his pocket to match his other. "Speaking of, has anyone seen my snotty little brother?"

The servants instantly talked to each other, muttering something about Shirou and his father as well.

"Something wrong? Where-" Satoru instantly cut out his question due to something being amiss in the corner of his eyes.

Even with his sunglasses being the darkest shade of all, he could still see more than anyone, even the most advanced Sorcerer.

At this moment, he could see a lot of Cursed Energy being released in the 'dungeon'.

The 'dungeon' was the facility the Gojo family had for training their Sorcerers to the extreme, even a Grade 1 Sorcerer would have trouble facing off against the abundance of Cursed Spirits being held there. Not for Satoru, though, considering he'd been using it ever since being around eight-years-old.

At first, he thought there was a Sorcerer training there but… there was definitely something amiss.

The energy that was being exuded from there wasn't Cursed Energy, but definitely an energy that was familiar to it.

"Master Satoru…" one of the servants cut out his musings, instantly gaining his attention.

The servant looked rather worried, as if about to tell him something akin to bad news.

"A few moments ago, Master Shirou was being taken by his father…"

'That doesn't sound right…' Satoru thought about what was being spoken by the servant.

It was a rather surprising thought to even think that his father would take his little brother, Shirou, anywhere because even he knew, that his father hated Shirou.

It was kind of like an open secret to the Gojo family.

His father, ever since losing the love of his life, was far different than how he'd normally been.

Even more so with the way his father treated his little brother, his own second son, ever since he'd found out that Shirou didn't have a Cursed Technique to begin with.

Unlike the others of the Gojo family, where they just talked about Shirou behind his back, his father was downright disgusted with his little brother.

"After what he did to his mother… this is what he becomes?!"

Those words were spoken by his father, when he'd been in a drunken outrage, and back then, Satoru only listened and didn't make any comment.

Because, it was all true.

Shirou Gojo was 'nothing special' in his eyes…

But that didn't mean he wasn't his little brother and unlike his father, Satoru didn't blame his little brother for his mother's death.

'It was… just a natural thing, duh…'

"Where did he take Shirou?" Satoru cut out his musings and asked the servant who'd given him the news. "Wait, don't tell me… the 'dungeon'?"

The servants nodded approval with worried eyes.

Instantly, Satoru walked past them and went toward the 'dungeon' in a rush.

Several of his family members welcomed his presence arriving at the family compound, but Satoru only focused what his eyes were seeing… and they were seeing Cursed Energies being exterminated, in a pacey manner.

It was a rather long walk for Satoru to go through, being how large the estate was.

He finally walked down the staircase that led to his destination.

What he saw shocked him… extremely.

It wasn't the metallic walls and columns that littered the place, or the 'dungeon's' door being shut… but his father.

More specifically, his father was lying down… with his face drowning in a pool of blood.

In an instant, Satoru went up to check his body.

He called up to him, asking him what had happened, and then, he turned his father's body around.

His instincts and his eyes proved his feelings right…

Satoru and Shirou's father, the head of the Gojo family, was no longer breathing.

The more he thought about it, the more he wasn't surprised.

His father had been abusing his own body, drinking every step of the way, ever since her death.

Finding his father after literally getting choked on his own blood, however…

'Didn't die a Sorcerer's death, but from being a fucked-up alcoholic…'

Satoru honestly didn't know how to react to it.

All he could do was close his father's eyes… letting him go to his eternal sleep.

'But if he's here then where is-' his train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the brutal and screeching sounds coming from the 'dungeon'.

Satoru had forgotten about his little brother's predicament, especially anything about him, ever since finding his father's corpse.

But after being interrupted by the sounds, Satoru instantly remembered… and assumed the worst.

Satoru then let go of his father's corpse, his face showcasing a worried and shocked look… due to the fact that every Cursed Energy he'd felt from the dungeon was gone… except for his little brother's.

Satoru instantly tore the metallic door open using his Cursed Technique instead of using the lever… and what he saw was even more shocking than his father's corpse.

Inside, Satoru could only see literal mount of corpses of Cursed Spirits.

All with stab and slash wounds, dozens of them ranging from Grade 2 or lower, with one being slightly stronger than Grade 1.

Their corpses were disappearing, indicating they were already exorcised… by the one standing in the center of the room.

Satoru saw his little brother, Shirou, with his breaths getting heavier and heavier, as the last one standing.

His blue kimono had slashes everywhere.

His blood was showing everywhere outside his skin.

And then, Shirou started to fall down as well.

"Shirou!" Instantly, Satoru appeared beside him and held onto him with every care he could muster. His little brother was no longer conscious, looking more tired than ever.

He saw Shirou's skin was darker, as if he'd been playing in sun for too long.

He saw the same low Cursed Energy that his little brother had since he'd last seen him.

He saw motes of light dissipating, showing his Six Eyes some sort of foreign energy.

All this occurring only made Satoru to question…

"What… the fuck… happened here?"

Author's Note II: Hehe, sorry just updating Chapter 1

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