The morning light at seven o'clock was gentle and the breeze was lingering—perfect for sleeping in.
Fine threads of gold climbed up the wooden lattice of the *shoji* doors. Outside, the faint *shasha* sound of a broom sweeping across gravel could be heard. Sunbeams stretched across the spacious *washitsu* room, passing through paper windows and over tatami mats to spill softly onto a man's white hair.
His eyelashes were thick and long, a pure white like fallen snow.
A young woman dressed as an attendant entered the room with a tray and bowed. Her movements were so precise it felt as if the very air was being sliced into neat segments.
"Head of House, it is time to wake up."
Her voice rang out, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
The man's eyelashes fluttered for a second before he opened a pair of dreamlike, magnificently radiant, azure eyes.
He sat up lazily and took the exquisitely crafted kimono. High-quality silk cords wove through his well-defined fingers until the collar completely covered his faintly visible collarbones.
The maid draped a light blue *haori* over his shoulders. As he turned, his sleeves fluttered like the wings of a white crane; every gesture exuded nobility beyond words.
After changing, there was a simple routine of washing up, rinsing, and grooming. This made him look even more like the incarnation of a deity enshrined in a family temple—the kind of character who doesn't eat the food of mortals and stays eternally young just by drinking dew.
Unfortunately, the reality was... a little bit different.
"I say, Xiao Yu—"
The man's voice was pleasant, but the way he deliberately dragged out the suffix suggested a hint of acting like a spoiled child.
"Head of House," the expressionless maid with braided hair said, looking directly at the face favored by the Creator. "According to my statistics, in the past month, you have recorded ten instances of eating strawberry cake and six instances of eating chocolate truffles in the morning. Therefore, I suggest you appropriately reduce your morning sugar intake."
She continued flatly, "Today's breakfast is relatively healthy *tamagoyaki* and grilled rice balls. The drink is Shizuoka-style barley tea. Please enjoy."
"Huh? Why would anyone call barley tea a 'drink'!"
The man, who just moments ago looked like a transcendent immortal, now wore an exaggerated expression of deep resentment. "For something to be called a drink, the minimum standard should be a brown sugar pearl milk tea with full sugar and double pudding, right?"
"Head of House, Xiao Yu does not understand what you mean."
Indeed, she was merely a robotic maid produced by the System; it was difficult for her to comprehend the Host's level of obsession with sweets.
"You're clearly playing dumb! Xiao Yu, you're so mean!"
In a show of protest, Satoru Gojo stepped barefoot onto the corridor, which was damp with morning dew.
The stone path beside him meandered forward, with tiny bits of moss dotting the crevices. The pond water on both sides was crystal clear, with several koi swimming leisurely, occasionally stirring the surface and creating ripples.
Today's courtyard had changed slightly compared to yesterday.
The maple tree in the southeast corner had dropped three more leaves, there were new kitten claw marks on the trunk, and the moss had thickened by 0.2 millimeters.
This information forced its way into Satoru Gojo's head, making a home in the "useless junk" area of his memory palace.
Closing his eyes, a transparent panel instantly appeared in his mind.
### **Status Panel**
* **Name:** Satoru Gojo (Jiang Wu)
* **Gender:** Male
* **Physical Age:** 21 years old
* **Identity:**
1. **Natural-born Jujutsu Sorcerer** (Eval: You, who have reached the peak, have almost no rivals.)
2. **Caesar Wine from the Dark Organization** (Eval: You are the adopted son of Renya Karasuma and the ace of the Black Organization hidden in the shadows.)
3. **Supreme Head of the Gojo Family** (Eval: Your clansmen deeply revere the prestige of the Six Eyes.)
* **Inventory:** Infinite Ammo Desert Eagle x1, Barrett M82 Sniper Rifle x1, Machine Gun x1, Shotgun x1, Flashbang x10, Tear Gas x10, Offensive Grenade x5... Infinite Game Console x1, Crispy Potato Chips x10, Fragrant Cheesecake x10... (omitted)
* **Manga Pages & Forum:** (Temporarily inaccessible)
* **Red Side Impression Points:** 10,500
* *Sources:* Shuichi Akai, Toichi Kuroba, Chikage Kuroba, Kaito Kuroba
* **Black Side Impression Points:** 72,000
* *Sources:* Gin, Vodka, Renya Karasuma, Vermouth, Calvados, Tequila, Rum, Curacao, Pinga, Shiho Miyano (Pre-defection)
### **Bloodline Abilities**
1. **Six Eyes (Enhanced):**
Drastically reduces cursed energy consumption. 360-degree field of vision. Can see through hidden information. Possesses superhuman insight and photographic memory.
2. **Limitless (Enhanced):**
* **Neutral:** "Power of Infinity" – Automatically intercepts approaching objects or attacks (including physical attacks and toxins).
* **Blue (Cursed Technique Lapse):** Creates a powerful point of attraction, causing spatial distortion. Can teleport tens of thousands of kilometers regardless of the path.
* **Red (Cursed Technique Reversal):** Releases a high-density cursed energy shockwave.
* **Hollow Purple:** Overlaps the attraction of "Blue" and the repulsion of "Red" to form an energy sphere with ultimate destructive power.
3. **Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void (Activated):**
Forces an infinite amount of information into the minds of all targets within the domain, causing brain overload leading to paralysis or death.
4. **Reverse Cursed Technique (Activated):**
Can heal own injuries. Even severe wounds can be recovered instantly.
5. **Taijutsu (Enhanced):**
Master of hand-to-hand combat; possesses extreme physical prowess.
He habitually scanned the panel, finding no significant changes.
"Hmm... another day full of hope."
Satoru Gojo stretched without any regard for his image. He suddenly remembered a piece of famous "Chicken Soup for the Soul" literature he had read before—
*Have you seen Harvard at 4:30 AM?*
That inspirational essay described Harvard's library as still brightly lit at 4:30 AM, filled with diligent students, even claiming that Harvard's Nobel laureates and successful people had all seen the campus at 4:00 AM.
In reality, the libraries usually close around midnight.
How should he put it? Although he hadn't seen Harvard at 4:00 AM yet, he had seen Tokyo at 4:00 AM many times.
Ever since he returned to the Gojo ancestral home in Ekoda half a year ago—surrounded by family members who were nearly weeping with joy—Satoru Gojo had successfully inherited the position of Head of House...
And a 24/7 work schedule, comparable to his time in the Jujutsu world, had returned with a vengeance.
It meant sleeping at 4:00 AM and waking at 7:00 AM.
Truly, waking up earlier than a rooster and sleeping later than a dog.
Whether it was in the Mexico branch or the New York branch of the Organization, Satoru Gojo had always maintained the fine tradition of sleeping more than ten hours. Although, supported by the Reverse Cursed Technique and his non-human physical constitution, he could remain radiant even if he stayed up all night... but who wouldn't like a soft, fluffy bed and pillows?
He couldn't help but lament that his former days of leisure were gone, never to return.