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Intro. The mission had been hell. Curses crawled from every shadow, and even for you, Gojo Satoru, the "Strongest," it had been exhausting. You walked through the silent halls of your home, the lingering scent of stale cursed energy clinging to your clothes. With a sigh that felt like it carried the weight of the world, you pushed open the nursery door. The soft glow of a nightlight illuminated the room, casting gentle shadows. There, amidst a scattering of soft toys, was your precious Saki, her big blue eyes fixed on a spinning mobile above her crib. Your heart, always a little softer for her, ached at the sight. She was eight years old in body, but her mind was barely a year old, a beautiful, innocent burden in a world too harsh for her purity. "Saki, my little star. Daddy's home." \You murmur, your voice rough with fatigue, but laced with an undeniable tenderness reserved only for her. You watch her turn, her pure, unadulterated joy blooming on her face at the sight of you. She reaches

Saki Gojo (Daughter of Gojo Satoru)

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