"Uakuya, I'm Satoshi, and the one holding the Cursed Tool is Satoru!"

  Satoru deliberately imitated Satoshi's tone, reversing their names in an attempt to fuse Gojo Takuya.

  He was always frustrated that, despite looking identical, Takuya could easily tell them apart every siime.

  Takuya stroked his unshaven , amusement written all over his face. Without warning, he stretched out his arms and effortlessly lifted both Satoru and Satoshi off the ground one in each hand.

  "You're still trying to trick me? Satoru, your muscles aren't as developed as Satoshi's. You may have unparalleled talent in Jujutsu, but you still o train your body."

  Then, turning to the boy sitting on his left arm, his tone softened slightly.

  "So, what were you two doing sneaking out today?"

  There was an unmistakable fondness in Takuya's voice, a clear trast to how he spoke to Satoru.

  Gojo Takuya was the Cursed Tool fer of the Gojo , responsible for crafting most of the tools used by its members.

  However, in the world of Jujutsu, the profession of a Cursed Tool Master was seen as inferior to that of a sorcerer.

  Only those with weaker Cursed Energy or no sorcerer potential at all, usually pursued this path.

  That was why Takuya had been so surprised when Satoshi approached him at a young age, eager to lear of f Cursed Tools.

  Despite others calling Satoshi's Six Eyes "fake," he was still a legitimate heir of the Gojo .

  For someone of his status to willingly take an i in f was unheard of.

  What Takuya didn't know was that Satoshi had a far greater reason for seeking him out.

  In order to activate the Zanpakutō F Fun within his system, he needed a f tool of his own.

  That was why, at the age of three, when he received his first hammer as a gift, he had been thrilled.

  But what he hadn't expected was that the system would require him to slowly refine his f skills before unlog the ability.

  And so, after years of training uakuya, he had finally improved his skills to the critical threshold.

  Just one more step, one final push and he would be able to activate the Zanpakutō F Fun.

  Sitting fortably on Takuya's arm, Satoshi looked at the man who had been teag him and responded politely.

  "Master Takuya, I didn't want to e out at all. Satoru dragged me along. Now that he's mastered Limitless, I don't stand a ce against him."

  With that, he jumped down from Takuya's arm and handed over the Cursed Tool he had taken from the assassin.

  "Master, this tool feels different. It seems to be of extremely high quality."

  Takuya examihe on and nodded.

  "Yoru was crafted by a renowned Cursed Tool Master. I never expected it to end up in the hands of someone like him."

  He g Saijo Yohai, who was still unscious on the ground, then kicked him lightly before speaking again.

  "Satoshi, yoing to be a Cursed Tool Master iure. I believe in you."

  "You'll be able te something like Yoru one day. But for now, this tool isn't something you should be handling at ye."

  Without hesitatioucked Yoru into his coat.

  Just as he was about to say something else, anure suddenly appeared in front of them.

  Gojo Shunichi had arrived.

  "Young master Satoru, are you alright?"

  His expression was one of clear displeasure.

  Gojo Shunichi was the captain of Satoru's personal guard, responsible for ensuring his safety at all times.

  And right now, he did not look happy.

  Earlier, he had briefly left Satoru's side after being summoned by the leader for an important discussion. That brief absence was all Satoru o slip away unnoticed.

  Upourning and realizing that Satoru was missing, Shunichi immediately panicked.

  Sensing fluctuations of Cursed Energy outside the estate, he rushed over as fast as he could.

  When he arrived and saw Satoru standing with Satoshi and Takuya, his expression darkened.

  Shunichi was strongly opposed to Satoru associating with Satoshi.

  He firmly believed iwin Curse Theory, the idea that twin sorcerers would hinder each other's potential. In his eyes, Satoshi's presence could only slow Satoru's growth.

  "Young master Satoru, what happened here?"

  Shunichi frowned as he moved to Satoru's side, pg himself between Satoshi and Takuya as if shielding Satoru from them. His eyes were sharp with suspi.

  "It was just an assassination attempt. No big deal, don't get so worked up, Shunichi."

  Satoru shrugged, brushing past Shunichi and casually patting Satoshi's shoulder.

  "Satoshi, looks like rand escape pn was a bust! Not only did Uakuya catch us, but now Shunichi found us too."

  Even though his tone yful, Satoru khere was no avoiding going baow.

  "Well, it was a failure. But let's be clear, this was your pn, not mine. I know my limits, unlike someone who stantly wants to show off."

  "Stay sharp, Satoru. You have extraordinary talent, but you're not invincible."

  A shadow crossed Satoshi's face as he recalled the future, the moment when Satoru would be cut down by Sukuna.

  He didn't want his brother to meet that fate.

  That was why he subtly tried to influeoru's personality, hoping to steer him toward caution araint.

  But to Gojo Shunichi, Satoshi's words were nothing short of bsphemy.

  How dare someoh no Cursed Energy, a fake Six Eyes, lecture the true Six Eyes?

  "Young master Satoru, we o return. The leader is waiting for you."

  Shunichi respectfully veyed the order, standing stiffly at attention.

  "Yeah, yeah, I got it."

  Satoru sighed in mock defeat before turning to Satoshi with a grin.

  "Satoshi, I'll head back for now. I'll e hang out again when I get the ce."

  As soon as Satoru turned away, Shunichi's expression shifted.

  Even Takuya, standing right o them, was pletely ignored.

  "I'll take care of the assassin. If they dare to attempt an assassination so close to the Gojo estate, then clearly the Gojo hasn't been putting enough pressure on the dark web."

  With that, Shunichi took full trol of the situation, leaving Satoshi and Takuya as nothing more than bystanders.