The Gojo estate was quiet that morning—peaceful, unusually so.
The skies were pale with early spring light. Gentle wind rustled the trees beyond the walls, brushing against blossoms that hadn't yet bloomed. Inside the main residence, warmth gathered not from the hearth, but from two small boys tucked into a futon under the watchful gaze of their caretakers.
Satoru Gojo, barely two years old, sat up with a sleepy grin and pointed a tiny finger at the bundle beside him.
"Shishi!" he exclaimed with delight, the name bouncing from his lips like a chant.
Wrapped in soft, silken blankets beside him was his baby brother—Gojo Shiori. He blinked slowly, his gemstone-like blue eyes wide and curious as they looked up at his brother's face.
Satoru giggled. "Shishi shiny!"
The maids standing nearby covered their mouths, barely stifling their giggles. Some blushed, some laughed softly, and others just shook their heads, adoration plain on their faces. Even the most stoic of attendants couldn't help but feel something melt in their chests.
It was an unexpected kind of warmth.
The Gojo Clan was many things—powerful, feared, distant. But this… this sibling bond? It was something pure.
Every morning, without fail, Satoru would run into the nursery first thing, dragging his blanket behind him, his snowy hair a mess and his cheeks puffed out from sleep.
Every morning, he'd crawl beside Shiori, tap his chest lightly with a finger, and declare proudly:
> "Mine! My Shishi!"
And every time, the clan elders—who initially found it amusing—were slowly beginning to believe it might be true.
Within the Halls of the Gojo Clan
The elders sat in silent agreement during the last family gathering. A rare event, but necessary. Shiori had only been alive a month, but his birth had caused more stir than any child in decades.
One of the grey-bearded elders leaned forward. "Two blessed children from the main branch," he murmured. "Both with remarkable potential."
"And that one," another added, eyes flicking to Shiori who lay sleeping in a sun-warmed crib, "He carries something… unfamiliar. Not the Six Eyes exactly, but something similar."
"The eyes sparkle like crystal," said a third. "If it's a mutation… then it may be an evolution."
"The heavens truly smile on us," one whispered, sipping tea with trembling hands. "In just two years, we've been given not one—but two potential heads."
Outside the room, Satoru peeked around the corner, looking for his brother. When he spotted him in the arms of a maid, he squealed, "Shishi!"
Shiori turned his head at the sound, eyes glinting, and made a soft noise in return.
Satoru rushed in and hugged his brother's tiny arm, as if to protect him from the world.
The elders smiled.
Let the world watch. Let the rivals whisper.
The Gojo Clan was entering a new golden age—and it began with these two children.
Whispers in the Wind — Across the Clans
But news, like cursed energy, does not remain still.
Within a week of Shiori's birth, the other clans had heard.
At first, it was rumors—faint and fragmented.
Then it became reports—confirmed, feared, and impossible to ignore.
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The Zen'in Clan — Kyoto Compound
A scroll arrived early morning. Wax sealed. Marked by the Gojo crest.
It was opened by the patriarch himself, and the silence that followed could crush mountains.
"What is this?" one of the councilmen asked, glancing at the content. "A birth announcement?"
The Zen'in head didn't speak. His eyes were fixed on a single line:
> Second son of the Gojo Main Branch — born with eyes that shimmer like cursed crystal.
A low murmur began to rise around the room.
"Another Gojo child?"
"Didn't Satoru inherit the Six Eyes? Are they saying this one—"
"—could have them too?"
"Impossible," one elder snapped, slamming a palm against the table. "Only one bearer per generation has ever appeared!"
"But it's the Gojo family," muttered another. "Their bloodline has always defied expectations…"
The room fell into chaos. Some argued it was propaganda. Others feared it was true.
The Zen'in were proud—no, vain. For generations, they had fought to be the number one clan in the Jujutsu world.
But if the Gojo now had not one—but two monster-class prodigies?
They were no longer racing for first.
They were fighting to stay second.
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The Kamo Clan — Northern District Estate
Meanwhile, in the cold halls of the Kamo Clan, the news landed even heavier.
"Another Gojo child," someone muttered darkly. "And another prodigy, no less."
The head of the Kamo family, a tall and regal man with tired eyes, simply sat in silence.
"…We have not had a true inheritor of our blood technique in three generations," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"No children born with the Blood Manipulation," another elder added, bitter. "Even our promising ones lack compatibility."
"And yet the Gojos are producing miracles."
The envy in the room was palpable.
The Kamo Clan had long clung to their status as one of the three major families, but their grip was slipping. Technique decay, lack of heirs, and internal conflict were weakening them.
"Perhaps the heavens are cruel," one muttered. "Giving monsters to the already blessed."
The head of the clan said nothing. He only looked to the north—toward Kyoto—and clenched his fist beneath the table.
Back in the Gojo Estate — Unbothered, Unshaken
Satoru curled up beside his brother once again, yawning, his head resting on Shiori's tiny stomach.
"Shishi warm…" he murmured.
The maids giggled as they tucked a blanket over the two of them.
Shiori's little hands twitched, grabbing his brother's finger in a loose grip. His eyes opened again—quiet, watching.
Somewhere deep inside, he could already feel it.
A pulse.
A strange energy coursing through the soil under the estate.
The promise of seeds waiting to be planted.
The clang of steel waiting to be shaped.
He didn't know what yet. But he knew—this life would not be quiet.
But for now…
In the silence of the Gojo nursery…
He was only Shiori.
And he was held in the arms of the first person who ever loved him.
Let the clans whisper. Let envy bloom like poison ivy.
For when the garden grows… and the forge awakens…
The world will remember the name Gojo Shiori.