Notes:

I really suck at English, so I'm helping myself with a small app to translate these first chapters of my story

If you are interested, this fic is in my original language (Spanish) you can find it in my profile

I still do not know whether to continue with the translation of this story since it is more comfortable for me to write in Spanish ... I hope you like it

0. A very peculiar little boy

Gojo Satoru's jaw was wide open in surprise when he arrived at a specific shrine in Kyoto.

He who was considered to be the strongest sorcerer ... at this moment he was in shock and it seemed that his brain had made a to see a very peculiar boy who greeted him at the entrance of the shrine guarded by the Iori family.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

asked the little boy, who was pursing his lips.

This gesture was made to see the face of that man, whom he considered a pervert because of the grimace he was making at the same time that he saw him ...

Gojo was grimacing so much that even his dark glasses almost fell off his nose in surprise.

That little boy was wearing a gray hakama with a set of white T-shirts, one would think that the boy was an apprentice priest and more that he was helping to sweep the entrance of the shrine.

This little boy had very white skin, his hair was jet black and shiny, but what was most striking were his beautiful blue eyes.

That little boy could be considered a mini copy of Gojo without his albinism.

"Excuse me, sir, can I help you?"

asked the boy again, but the adult was still in shock.

"I'm talking to you" said the child, waving his little hand and snapping his fingers to shake the adult out of his trance.

"Could it be haunted," wondered the little boy, snorting.

"Hey, white-haired pervert, answer me! " shouted the little boy

"Eh?" said Gojo shaking his head to get out of that trance due to the surprise.

The little boy sigh of annoyed

"I was asking if you are looking for the priest of this sanctuary? Sir." He asked with a hand on his hip.

"Yes, if I'm looking for Mr. Iori… That old man is still alive" said Gojo adjusting

his sunglasses.

"Of course he's still alive and why are you looking for him?" asked the boy with curiosity

"Well, I'm looking for him to discuss an important matter with him. May I come in and talk to him?" Gojo asked a bit curious.

"He is currently busy with a ceremony, but come on, you can wait for him in the main hall" said the little boy starting to walk into the temple.

"Mmm, thanks, I guess…" Gojo followed the boy.

As he entered the shrine, Gojo saw that the place had not changed much over the years.

The Iori family was a family that still preserved their traditions as priests.

And among those traditions, they still kept that great sanctuary where they continued to celebrate religious ceremonies and which maintained ties with the Jujutsu academy.

During his walk through the corridors, Gojo kept looking at the little boy who was leading him through the wooden corridors of the shrine.

He felt that the cursed energy coming out of that little boy was very familiar.

"You're sorcerer. True?" asked the boy, looking over his shoulder for a moment.

"Why do you ask?" Gojo was surprised by this.

The little boy stopped and looked at him curiously.

"Because my eyes reveal to me that you have a lot of cursed energy... and that is a sign that either you are a person who suffers from a curse or..." The little boy said as he pointed his finger at him. "Or that you are a sorcerer with too much damned energy," smiled the boy.

Gojo smiled at this and took off his sunglasses to stare at him.

"Bingo! I'm a sorcerer... more specifically, I'm Gojo Satoru the strongest sorcerer" he said smiling very confidently.

The boy was a little surprised to see the man's eyes, which were too similar to his own.

"I think I've heard that name somewhere," replied the little boy, putting his hand to his chin for a moment as he continued to lead Gojo down the path.

"So? What did they tell you about me? Little boy" asked Gojo smiling

"That You're a big moron" the boy laughed a little.

"Ha ha... and who told you that about me" Gojo questioned a bit annoyed.

"My grandfather and my mother are the ones who have said it the most when they mention your name" smiled the little boy, stopping in a corner.

"Your grandfather and mother?" Gojo was surprised by this

"Yes, especially because of my mother... she always says "Gojo Satoru's asshole" smiled the little boy trying to imitate a woman.

Gojo was surprised by this, he only knew one woman who always called him that.

"So who is your mother?" Gojo asked, looking at him curiously.

"That's her! Mommy!" the little boy ran towards a woman who was coming out of a room where a Shinto wedding had apparently taken place.

The woman was dressed in a red Hakama, a traditional long white cloak and apparently a crown that priestesses wear in such ceremonies.

Gojo only felt his heart stop when he recognized the woman that the little boy went to hug.

It was Utahime... whom I haven't seen in six years.

"Mommy!" that little boy hugged his mother from behind.

"Yoshio, what's wrong, my litte boy?" said Utahime turning to look at her son, who was hugging her tightly.

"A man is looking for grandfather" he said smiling.

"A man? Who?" asked Utahime, thinking it might be a guest looking for the priest.

"That white-haired man" his son pointed at Gojo, who slowly approached him.

"Yoooo..." said Gojo raising his hand.

Utahime's blood rushed to the floor when she saw Gojo standing there... even her beautiful amber eyes widened like saucers in surprise.

" Gojo!" the jet-haired girl shouted in surprise.

"Utahime, it's been a long time" he said, looking at her in surprise.

At that instant Utahime fainted from surprise.

"-Mommy!" cried the little boy as he saw his mother fade away.

Gojo reached out to hold Utahime from crashing to the ground.

"This woman is your mother?" asked Gojo very surprised with Utahime in his arms.

"Yes, she's my mother. Why?" said the little boy, looking directly at him.

"What's all the fuss about?" said an older man who came out of the room.

The screams had caught his attention

The old man was surprised by what he was seeing.

"YOU!" the old man shouted in annoyance when he saw Gojo Satoru holding his daughter.

"Grandfather!" Yoshio shouted.

"Mr. Iori... How long" said Gojo, surprised and embarrassed.

At that moment Gojo wanted to be swallowed up by the earth... he also wanted to faint.

What the hell was going on here?

Notes:

Depending on the response to this version, I'll see if I continue translating it (with the help of an app) or not

Don't be cruel, English IS NOT MY ORIGINAL LANGUAGE