After looking around and crunching neck, I picked up backpack from the conveyor belt, simultaneously putting on black glasses that were supposed to hide me from the bright sun.
It was quite strange to fly alone to such a far country for the first time with aerophobia, but I able to overcome myself. I could only hope that all this was not in vain.
Honestly I am glad that I had this opportunity to become an exchange student at the moment when I needed it.
At first glance, I noticed that this airport was much cleaner than the one in which I sitting the plane and I had already made a note that I really liked it.
'Yes, mommy, I successfully got to Tokyo, the flight went without problems and yes, this time I didn't have panic attacks. Goodbye, love u.' - I sent a message in english to my mother. After that I left the airport hoping to catch a taxi and get to my hotel.
Finally graduating from middle school because I skipped one class, I got an invite to become an exchange student, finally getting a chance to leave USA to return to my homeland to find out what happened to my real parents.
To do this, I had to leave Newark, not to be confused with New York and abandon music school, postponing my career for several years.
This decision was too hard for me, but I decided to got everything about my past and find out how it happened that I ended up on the other side of the planet.
After standing for a while at the mirror and fix the Golden State Warriors hoodie with 11, I looked at the booklet with my hotel and decided to move forward.
'I just hope that I will be able to find where Zenin clan live. I bet they must know something about my real father or mother' - I scratched the back of head and got into a taxi near to the driver, greeting him.
"Wassup, where to?"
I asked him with finger to give me a minute and wrote a place on the phone.
'Hotel Gracery Shinjuku' - after showing him address and money, I nodded to him and returned the phone to pocket.
More than half of this time, the driver looked at me with interest, then at the road, telling stories about his family and how he became a taxi driver instead of being a theater actor.
In general, listening his stories and watching the city itself, it seemed to me too lively and astonishing in terms of the fact that there was not much space on the street.
'Christmas is coming soon, I hope there will be many of interesting things here in the evening' - I rummaged in backpack coz of money as we finally arrived at the end point.
I give this money to kind taxi driver with a big smile and going to the hotel, near to the door of which there was a tall white-haired man in a black suit and bandages over his eyes.
'Anyway, it wasn't my problem to think about his pens, I need to rent a room and wait for the evening when I can meet Satoru Gojo, who is the leader of the great Gojo clan.' - I thought, waving my head from side to side with hands in my pockets, noticing that the white-haired man looked (?) at me.
My instincts, which I had been training for years in martial arts classes, sharpened and I prepared to use my cursed spirit, which was wearing cursed tools, which I got from my father and sensei.
Why did every neuron in my brain tell me that he was evaluating me? I hope not everyone in this country is as strange as he is.
"Jeez, you really look like them. I can't wait to see Megumi reaction to you. Aren't you Aizen Oyazawa? Am I right?" - man asked removing the blindfold from his eyes, looking at my hand, on which the cursed spirit was hidden in the form of a bracelet.
'He couldn't sense both cursed spirit, could he?' - I thought and scratched head nervously, taking a step back
This made me even more forced to keep feelings at on edge and I retreated from him in search of a direction where I could run.
Sensei told me that Japan is filled with all kinds of murderers who make their living by killing members of famous clans.
Noticing my panic, the person who seemed dangerous to me began waving hands in front of his face in an attempt to calm me down.
"Hey hey hey no need to scary, no one is gonna hurt you, I'm Satoru Gojo" - he waved hand in a friendly way, tilting his head.
'Well, I want to say that I'm not complaining, I have cool adoptive parents, although they are misers who are obsessed with work and annoy me in time on business evenings' - handing Satoru text, I put a few french fries in mouth and pushed another dish towards me.
The white-haired guy just nodded at this and began to dig into his phone, now and then casting strange glances at me that bordered on interest and past memories.
"Hehehe, it really brings back memories. I can't wait to show you to these idiots" - he cackled softly and raised hands up, attracting the attention of the whole cafe to us, forcing me to look at him with mouth open.
'ou my gad he is genuine dumbass'
'I'm sorry, but you don't look like someone who is legendary in Jujutsu society. No offense' - I once again caught a bit of dysmoral cuz I can't speak at the moment and wrote him a text on the phone, starting eating pizza, deciding not to order the local food yet.
Satoru looked a little offended and wiped an imaginary tear, but leaned over the table anyway and began to explore me carefully.
"Oh, what do you think about me?"
I chewed a slice of pizza and washed it down with pomegranate juice.
'You look like a big kid who has a rich dad. Well, or like Mary Sue, who will get a way out of any problem. Like even if you are annihilated into atoms, as in one famous comics book, you will appear behind this person and defeat him with your arrogant appearance' - I handed him phone and shrugged, remembering that I had to report to my parents and sent a few short messages from another phone.
Hearing the lively laughter, I was slightly surprised by such a reaction from the strongest of our time. This laugh seemed so sincere to me that I thought that for the first time in a long time he was laughing heartily.
Then he just leaned back in chair and crossed legs.
"You're really different. You not like Megumi. Amazing differences.." - he shook his head and ate honey sweet.
Wiping mouth with a napkin, I take phone again to get identity of this Megumi, whom he mentions for the second time. All this is not for nothing.
'Who is Megumi and why did you mention her again?'
