"Did Satoshi really say that? Has he actually fed a sed Zanpakutō?"

  The elderly man reed on his chair, gazing at Satoru, who had not appeared for some time, a trace of doubt flickering in his eyes.

  "Yes, Head! The Zanpakutō is called Suzumushi."

  Satoru's childish voice reached the old man's ears, causing a strong ripple in his heart.

  "However, Suzumushi was taken by Shunichi to carry out a mission, so Satoshi has no way to prove that Suzumushi is indeed a Zanpakutō…"

  Satoru expined, worried that the old man would doubt his words.

  The old man, sensing his emotions, shook his head, looking deeply at Satoru before whispering,

  "Satoru, do you think I'm surprised about the appearance of a sed Zanpakutō?"

  The old man sighed.

  "It was always within my expectations that Satoshi would be able te another Zanpakutō. As long as he was given enough materials to experiment and learn from his mistakes, I believed that with his talent, he would eventually establish a systematic f method."

  Satoru frowned in fusion. If the leader truly believed in Satoshi's abilities, why did he cut off his access to cursed tools?

  The st time he personally requested materials, the old man had coldly refused.

  In Satoru's eyes, such as clearly indicated a ck of trust in Satoshi.

  Seeing Satoru's bd-white thinking, the old man smiled knowingly and said,

  "That… is what actually surprised me!"

  "I'm not shocked that Satoshi fed Suzumushi. What surprises me is that he grasped the situation so clearly and formuted such a rational response."

  "It's simple to prove oneself with a Zanpakutō. If Satoshi wielded Suzumushi himself, he could have easily demonstrated its power."

  "But the difficult part is this, when you possess undeniable proof, do you let your emotions dictate your as, or do you make the best strategic decision?"

  "Clearly, Satoshi chose the tter."

  The old man's eyes shoh relief. Satoshi's decision had not been part of his pns, but it aligned perfectly with his iions.

  "I could have silenced all opposition in the d forced them to tinue supplying Satoshi with materials until he successfully fed a sed Zanpakutō."

  "However, there is an old saying: 'A flood be trolled, but the rese of people ot.' If I had forced the issue, the members would only grow more dissatisfied with Satoshi. After all, he had already spent a month proving that f a Zanpakutō isn't a quick process."

  "The success of Suzumushi was beyond my expectations, and that's wonderful! But think about it, Satoru—what if Satoshi had spent another month f with the materials from the Cursed Tool Vault and still failed?"

  "If you were another member of the , how would you view him?"

  "Satoshi uood this. That's why, after I rejected you, he never sent Shunichi to ask me again."

  The old man slowly stood up. His frail figure swayed slightly, like a withered leaf that could be swept away by the wind at any moment.

  "Before, I was worried about the Gojo family's future after I passed. Would Kumaehe well? Would his stan Satoshi affect the family's fate?"

  "But now, after hearing Satoshi's words, I feel reassured."

  With effort, the old man walked to Gojo Satoru's side, gently pg a hand on his head. His voice was ki firm.

  "Satoru, I still believe that Satoshi is more suited to be the head of the Gojo family than you."

  "Your mind is tohtforward."

  "With your Six Eyes and your exceptional trol over Cursed Energy, you rarely yourself with such trivial matters. Your strength alone allows you to bulldoze through most problems."

  "You are strong—I know that. You will only grow stronger—I know that too."

  "But there are many things in this world that ot be resolved by brute force alone."

  "The Gojo family is not just posed of powerful sorcerers; it also includes many ordinary people. These people rely on us for prote, and in battle, they could even bee reatest weakness."

  "If we abahem, we might bee stronger individually. But then… what would be the point?"

  "Sorcerers exist to protect humanity."

  Satoru listened quietly. He her nodded nor refuted the old man's words.

  As the Six Eyes bearer of the Gojo family, he had long pohe differeween himself and ordinary people.

  Everyone said he would bee the stro sorcerer. But what did that even mean?

  Was it to ge the world? Protect the ? Or was it to safeguard all of humanity?

  Satoru wasn't sure what his future path should be.

  He had followed Satoshi all this time, g he was only ied in the ess of a Zanpakutō.

  But the truth was, he was drawn to his brother's unwaveriermination.

  Satoshi possessed something he cked, a clear goal, a relentless drive to achieve it, an unshakable belief iure.

  They were twin brothers, sharing the same face.

  They had lived in the same family for six years.

  So why was there such a vast differeween Satoshi and himself?

  After a long silence, a faint smile appeared on Satoru's young face as he softly spoke to the old man,

  "Satoshi is indeed more thoughtful than me. Besides, to me, being the head of the Gojo family is nothing more than a straint."

  "I have no i in peting with Satoshi for that position."

  "But… I have to remind you of ohing."

  "You may want Satoshi to take on the responsibility of leading the family… but have you sidered whether he's even willing to accept it?"

  "Now, at just six years old, he has a Zanpakutō, and his Kendo is already on par with masters like Shunichi."

  "Iure, he will stand at the pinnacle of the jujutsu world, just like me. And when that time es, do you really think he will care about the Gojo family the way you hope he will?"

  "I have Six Eyes, and Satoshi has Six Eyes as well. One of us wields Cursed Energy, the other does not. But in the end… we both see the world the same way."

  "You just told me that sorcerers exist to protect humanity."

  "But what about someone like Satoshi, who has no Cursed Energy? Does he have an obligation to protect humans?"

  A hint of mischief flickered in Satoru's youthful expressioher he nor Satoshi held any real attat to the Gojo family.

  What Kumaen sought so desperately was nothing more than a trivial game piece to them.

  The Gojo family was just a toy.

  Satoru was looking forward to seeing how the leader would vioshi to accept this toy.

  After all, unlike him, Satoshi had been sed by this so-called "toy" for six whole years.

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