005 Jujutsu Sorcerer - Satoru’s POV

Gojo Satoru had never been so… intrigued.

The past few minutes had already been unusual—what with the pink-haired brat eating Sukuna’s finger and surviving—but now? Now, he had these two. A blonde boy with eyes as blue as the sky and a girl with an obvious scrying ability or something similar to it.

Satoru leaned forward, peering into the blonde’s gaze. Beautiful. A shade so vivid, so pure, that for a fleeting second, he almost thought—almost—

“…The Rikugan?” he mused aloud, narrowing his own hidden gaze behind the blindfold. No. Not quite. After all, he have the Rikugan.

“You have blue eyes,” he observed.

The boy blinked at him, clearly confused. “Uh… yeah? I do?”

Satoru hummed, tilting his head. Interesting.

His gaze shifted to the girl.

Now, she was something else. When he first felt her stare, he thought he had imagined it. But no—he hadn’t been mistaken. That kind of perception, the way her eyes tracked things unseen, wasn’t normal. Scrying abilities weren’t exactly common, and finding someone with an Innate Technique that sharp? That was rare.

Leaning toward her slightly, he scrutinized her features.

White.

Not just pale, but pure, unblemished white. A dojutsu, undoubtedly. Something like his. The intricacy of it, how her gaze seemed to pierce through layers unseen, piqued his curiosity.

A smirk tugged at Satoru’s lips. “Your eyes aren’t so bad,” he remarked. Then, with a playful tilt of his head, he added, “But mine are better.”

Gojo Satoru wasn’t often surprised. He was the strongest, after all. He had seen things, known things, that others could barely comprehend. But these two… well, they were interesting.

The white-eyed girl, in particular, intrigued him. Her gaze had a weight to it, a sharpness that wasn’t just intuition—it was perception manifest. Unlike his Rikugan that was vibrant blue, hers was pale white.

Rare might even be an understatement, since this was the first time he was seeing something like this. He might not show it, but Satoru was quite well-read. He wouldn’t claim he was wise or anything like it, but he had knowledge.

“Hey do you want to compare?”

There was a mischievous lilt to his tone as he tried testing her.

And what better way to test her reaction than a little show-and-tell?

Grinning, Satoru reached up and tugged his blindfold just enough to reveal his Rikugan. The world sharpened into crystalline perfection, his vision layering over itself in fractals of cursed energy and limitless possibility. He expected something—maybe fear. His reputation as the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer wasn’t just for show.

Or maybe admiration? He wasn’t blind to his own looks.

Instead—

A protective arm stretched out in front of the girl.

Blondie had moved.

Satoru’s grin widened as the boy positioned himself slightly in front of her, his stance defensive but firm. Cute.

“You’re bothering her,” the blonde said, frowning.

Satoru blinked, then glanced at the girl.

To her credit, she did look bothered. But not in the way most people did when faced with his Rikugan. There was no fear, no awe—just mild annoyance, as if she had just realized he was strange.

She shot him a look.

Satoru chuckled, slipping his blindfold back into place.

“So… how much do you kids know about the Jujutsu world?”

The response was immediate.

The girl stiffened, her white eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Guarded. Calculating. It wasn’t outright hostility, but it was clear she wasn’t about to answer him easily.

The blonde, on the other hand, looked completely clueless. His expression scrunched up in confusion, lips parting slightly as if Satoru had just spoken an entirely different language.

“Jujutsu… world?” the boy repeated, tilting his head.

Bingo.

Satoru’s smirk widened. If his assessment was correct—and he was always correct—then these two were anything but normal.

Even without the Six Eyes, he could feel the sheer amount of cursed energy pouring off of them. It wasn’t just a lot—it was absurd. The blonde alone had enough cursed energy to make most Jujutsu Sorcerers look like amateurs. ‘Scratch that,’ Satoru mused. ‘This kid has more than even Yuta…’

On second thought, way more.

And the girl? She wasn’t as overwhelming, but she was no slouch either. He could tell, just from the way she moved earlier, that she had experience. She was a fighter, disciplined and precise.

Interesting. Very interesting.

Before he could probe further, the girl made her move.

She reached for the blonde’s hand, grasping it firmly. “Excuse us,” she said smoothly, her voice polite but final. “I believe you’re mistaken about something.”

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, dragging the confused blonde with her.

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Satoru watched them go, his smirk never fading.

‘Oh? So that’s how it’s gonna be?’

Fine.

This was turning out to be way more fun than he expected.

Would he let them walk away so easily?

Of course not.

Satoru sighed, stretching his arms overhead as he let his cursed energy stir. Then, in an instant, he moved.

A flash of Blue. A ripple in space. Boom.

One moment, he was standing casually behind them. The next, he was right in front of the girl, completely cutting off her path.

The blonde yelped, stumbling back slightly. The girl barely reacted, only tensing for half a second before coming to a stop. Her white eyes locked onto him, cautious and intense.

Satoru raised both hands in mock surrender, his tone light and playful. “Okay, okay. Maybe we started on the wrong foot.” He flashed a charming grin. “Let’s try this again.”

The girl said nothing. The blonde blinked in confusion.

Satoru pressed a hand against his chest, tilting his head slightly. “The name’s Gojo Satoru.”

…Nothing.

No reaction.

Satoru’s smile twitched at the edges. That was… unexpected.

He gave them a few more seconds, waiting—expecting something. A flicker of recognition. A slight widening of the eyes. A gasp of realization.

But no.

The blonde only stared at him like he had just said something completely meaningless. The girl didn’t even blink.

Satoru resisted the urge to whistle. ‘They have no idea who I am.’

Either these two were incredibly uninformed, or… no, that had to be it. Even if they weren’t from a Jujutsu Sorcerer family, everyone knew the Gojo name. At the very least, they should’ve recognized him.

But they didn’t.

This pretty much confirmed it—the kids in front of him weren’t big on the Jujutsu World. As for their background… He couldn’t quite place it.

The girl finally broke the silence. “Hyūga Hinata,” she introduced herself, voice calm but wary. Then, she gestured toward the blonde. “And this is Uzumaki Naruto.”

Satoru hummed, letting the names roll off his tongue.

“Uzumaki. Uzumaki…” He tilted his head slightly. “Hyūga. Hyūga. Hyūga…”

Nope.

Nothing.

Neither name rang any bells. Weird. There weren’t any major sorcerer families with those surnames, at least none that he could recall. If they were from one of the smaller clans, that would be surprising.

No way would a clan let go of kids with this much potential.

Maybe they were from the countryside? Some isolated place where the Jujutsu Society didn’t have much reach? That was the only thing that made sense.

Satoru let out a slow breath, rubbing his chin in thought.

“Hmmm…”

“Can we go now?” asked Hinata whow as trying er best to be polite.

Satoru wasn’t Sherlock Holmes, but with the Rikugan, he didn’t need to be.

His perception was beyond human—he could see the finest details, the subtlest shifts in body language, the faintest traces of cursed energy. And right now? He was studying them.

Hinata stood composed, her expression calm, but her body language told a different story.

Her gray hoodie was fraying, its edges worn and torn, as if it had been through battle multiple times. The slight tension in her muscles, the barely noticeable shift in her stance—she was ready to throw hands if it came to it.

Civilians didn’t carry themselves like that.

And then there was her hand, subtly resting against a pouch strapped to her side.

Weapons? Probably.

Satoru didn’t care.

He turned his attention to the boy.

Naruto, unlike the girl, was harder to read. His tracksuit practically screamed brand new. The giveaway? The price tag still hanging off the collar. Seriously, how do you miss that?

But aside from his strange energy, Satoru couldn’t find anything conclusive about him. No hidden weapons, no defensive stance—just an odd, restless energy radiating from him.

The girl, Hinata, raised an eyebrow. “If there’s nothing else, we should be going.” Her voice was polite but firm.

Satoru clicked his tongue. “Oh, come on,” he said, wiggling a finger in the air. “You’re both clearly suspicious. And I love mysteries.”

He tapped his chin, gaze flicking between them. “Let’s see… fraying clothes, combat-ready stance, the way you keep touching that pouch like it’s a lifeline…” His smirk widened. “And the bright-eyed boy with the brand new tracksuit…”

Then, with a dramatic snap of his fingers, he threw out the wildest guess he could think of.

“You two are runaway lovers, and your clan is after you!”

Hinata choked.

Naruto blinked. Once. Twice. Then he slowly turned to Hinata.

“…Really?” he asked, completely bewildered.

Hinata sucked in a sharp breath, visibly forcing herself to calm down. She almost succeeded—if not for the faint dusting of red on her cheeks.

Gojo ‘Sherlock Holmes’ Satoru grinned.

Hinata took a breath, then spoke with the careful precision of someone reciting something memorized.

“We’re not being hunted,” she corrected, her voice steady. “But… we are runaways.”

Naruto looked at her, blinking in surprise, but he didn’t interrupt.

“Our village was destroyed by a monster attack,” Hinata continued. “An accident happened, and we ended up here.”

There was no hesitation in her tone, but Satoru could tell—this was a lie. A plain, scripted one.

After all, if there had been Cursed Spirits powerful enough to wipe out an entire village, he would have at least heard of it. Especially if it included two special kids with as much cursed energy as the two in front of them.

Satoru had his ear on news of talented youths and he hadn’t heard anything about the two in front of him. Thus, it could only be a lie.

But that didn’t mean there wasn’t truth buried in the lie.

The thing about tragedies? They weren’t rare. Over ten thousand deaths or missing persons occurred annually in the country. A village being wiped out wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.

Still… Hinata was just a bad liar. And judging by Naruto’s confused reaction, he probably wasn’t much better.

Satoru didn’t call them out on it.

Instead, he folded his arms, watching as Hinata continued, “I don’t know anything about this Jujutsu World you mentioned. But I do know that there are people who kill the strange monsters prowling the city.”

Ah. There it is.

Satoru let out a lazy hum, tilting his head. “Jujutsu Sorcerers,” he corrected.

Naruto's brows furrowed. “Jujutsu… Sorcerers?”

Well, since they were already here, might as well give them a crash course.

Satoru sighed dramatically. “Alright, listen up, kids. This world is filled with negative energy—the bad vibes people throw around every day. That negative energy gathers and gives birth to Curses—ugly little things that love causing havoc.”

Naruto tilted his head, eyes narrowing in thought. “So, like those monsters we saw earlier?”

Oh, so they must have seen the Curses scrambling to here… Did they come here, knowing that?

“Exactly!” Satoru snapped his fingers, pointing at him. “They’re called Curses. Nasty little things born from human fear, hatred, and suffering.”

Hinata remained quiet, taking in every word. Satoru could see the gears turning in her head.

He shrugged. “And because Curses exist, people like me exist to exorcise them. That’s where Jujutsu Sorcerers come in. We use Cursed Energy to fight, stop disasters, and make sure civilians don’t get eaten in the middle of their morning commute.”

Naruto frowned, digesting the information. “So… you fight them? And you’re strong?”

Satoru grinned. “Oh, I’m more than strong. I’m the strongest.”

Hinata’s expression didn’t change, but Satoru could feel her skepticism. Naruto, on the other hand, just muttered, “Huh… cool.”

Satoru waved a hand. “I’m not great at the talking part, but that’s the gist of it.” He reached into his pocket, rolling his eyes at himself. “Ugh, this is so lame.”

With an exaggerated sigh, he pulled out a business card and handed it to Hinata and Naruto.

They both looked at it.

Satoru almost couldn’t believe himself.

‘Since when did I start doing things like this?’

Satoru wasn’t usually this… subtle.

Normally, he’d be way more persuasive—like what he was about to do with Itadori Yuji.

Well… once the kid woke up, anyway.

…Er.

Okay, maybe that was a bad example.

Yuji was still unconscious, currently under Megumi’s watch. Satoru would have to convince him soon, but for now, that wasn’t his problem.

But these two?

Something told Satoru that they weren’t the type to be easily convinced.

He didn’t mind. He liked a challenge.

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he turned slightly, tilting his head. “If you two ever get curious about the Jujutsu World… and won’t settle for a life of mediocrity,” he said casually, nodding toward the business card, “…just call the number.”

Hinata’s fingers curled around the card with an unreadable expression. Naruto just looked at it, squinting slightly.

Satoru let them be. No point in forcing things.

With a dramatic stretch, he turned on his heel. “Welp, I still got some stuff to do,” he remarked lazily.

Then—

He vanished.