Chapter 25: Red Light District
As he said his goodbyes to Tanjiro and Grams Gojo came down the mountain and rented a decent carriage with a driver to head toward the Entertainment District.
Many of you may think, where did he get the money to do so in the Demon Slayer world as he was not rich here..
(Flash Back~)***
The sun was setting over the quaint, mountainous village, painting the skies with hues of orange and pink. Tanjiro was busy setting up a burial for the bodies of his dear family, guided by the traditions and respect he held for them. Nezuko was resting, still recovering from her recent transformation into a demon. The weight of the world seemed to bear down on Tanjiro as he arranged the last few stones around the makeshift grave.
Meanwhile, Satoru Gojo, who had graciously offered to accompany the Kamado siblings to their home, had other plans in motion. He strolled through their small, rustic dwelling, appreciating the simplicity of the place. However, it wasn't the charm of the village that caught his attention but the value of their belongings.
Swift as a fox, Gojo made his move. He collected what little money they had stashed away, not for greed but for a more practical purpose. As he pocketed their reserves, he couldn't help but chuckle at the thought that he was taking what he'd consider a mere pocket change in his world.
But Gojo had a method to his madness, a twist in his playful nature. Knowing full well that he was not in the opulent realm of Jujutsu Kaisen, he had devised a strategy to ensure the Kamado siblings' survival. Money, even in small amounts, could mean the difference between life and death in the Demon Slayer world.
And so, with their meager savings in tow, Gojo ventured with Tanjiro and Nezuko, who were blissfully unaware of their missing funds. As he silently absorbed the serene landscape of the village, Gojo couldn't help but feel a hint of irony. While he might have been wealthy in one world, he was now in a place where even a few coins could change lives.
He then also robbed the mountain temple where he killed his first demon before he met the former Water Hashira. The sum he got from the temple was not large but was exponentially greater than the sum he had collected from the Kamado Household, the total money he now had was enough for a family of five to live without worries for at least 6 months.
The twist, however, was that Gojo was not stealing from the innocent, but rather, he was safeguarding their future, ensuring they had enough to get by in this dangerous realm. It was a nod to his resourcefulness, his understanding of value, and his commitment to supporting the Kamado siblings through the challenges they would face... or... At least that was what he thought at that time huh....
(The End of Flash Back~)***
"Well, I am sure the old man would take care of the siblings till I came back... He was a Hashira so he should have saved enough, right?" Gojo chuckled while eating grapes inside his carriage.
"Hey Dark Mind, when will I be able to teleport myself like in the JJK Manga?" He asked his Dark Mind skill in hopes of getting some good info.
"I do not understand what you meant by 'JJK Manga' If that's from your memories before dying in your previous world then, I do not know about them." Dark Mind answered in his mind.
"Sure, sure...." To ease his boredom he talked about various things with Dark Mind....
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(The Entertainment District)**
Yoshiwara, a name whispered in the midst of twilight's enchantment, was a realm that came alive with a bewitching allure as the sun surrendered to the moon. Nestled in the heart of Tokyo, it was a world unto itself, a vibrant tapestry woven with lights and life. As the night unfolded, Yoshiwara unveiled its nocturnal symphony.
Upon the entrance to this enchanting district, the magnificent gate stood proudly, a sentinel guarding the secrets of the night. Traditional architecture adorned with delicate paper lanterns served as a portal to a world where the ordinary found new meanings, and the extraordinary became a way of life.
The cobblestone streets, worn by the passage of time, exuded a romantic nostalgia under the ethereal illumination of countless lanterns. Shades of crimson, violet, and cerulean danced in harmony with the night sky, transforming the thoroughfares into rivers of color. The lanterns swung gently as if orchestrating a serenade for the souls wandering beneath.
Yoshiwara was resplendent with life as the hour grew late, teeming with a kaleidoscope of humanity. The voices of revelers, silk-clad courtesans, and curious onlookers mingled in a melodious hum. The district was the quintessential representation of a city that never slept, where the day was reborn in the depths of the night.
Elegant teahouses and mysterious alleyways beckoned, their interiors bathed in the soft glow of lantern light. Geishas, epitomes of grace and charm, graced these establishments, their presence a testament to an art that transcended time.
The night had transformed Yoshiwara into a dreamscape where every corner revealed a secret, every gaze held a promise, and every sound was a sonnet. The town wore its heart on its streets, enchanting visitors and residents alike with an atmosphere that was both inviting and seductive.
In this world, where time seemed to stand still, the allure of Yoshiwara promised stories yet to unfold, and secrets yet to be discovered. The beauty of the night bathed the town in a tender light that whispered of the extraordinary adventures awaiting those who dared to wander its intricate maze.
A white-haired man, clad in traditional Japanese attire, traversed the labyrinthine lanes. The fabric rustled softly with each step
"Oh my! Is he new here?"
"Is he royalty?"
"No, I think he is an angel or god himself....."
"Even if he is not a prince, I would like to be treated as his slave.."
Many girls were whispering as they saw the man with mesmerized eyes.
His features, both striking and enigmatic, drew the attention of many if not all the passersby, but he moved with a sense of purpose and familiarity.
Gojo was no stranger to the intriguing blend of old and new, The Kyogoku House stood as a testament to grandeur and tradition in the heart of Yoshiwara. Its wooden facade bore witness to countless stories of desire, elegance, and mystery. As Satoru Gojo approached its entrance, the head lady and her husband, proprietors of this esteemed establishment, emerged to welcome him.
Dressed in the finest silks and adorned with subtle jewelry, the head lady, Madam Omitsu Kyogoku, carried herself with the grace of royalty. Beside her, her husband, a distinguished gentleman, exuded an air of distinction. Their presence alone conveyed the grandeur of the Kyogoku House.
Madam Kyogoku, with a welcoming smile, spoke with a melodic voice, "Welcome to the Kyogoku House. We are honored to have you as our guest, noble sir. Pray, how may we assist you today?"
Gojo, accustomed to the lavish lifestyle of his own world, was not taken aback by the Kyogoku House's opulence. He replied with a charming smile, "Ah, it's a pleasure to be here. I seek lodgings for the night. I've heard of the Kyogoku House's renowned hospitality."
As the two conversed, discreet gazes from within the establishment were drawn to the enigmatic newcomer. The women of the Kyogoku House, each a vision of grace and allure, observed him with blushes coloring their cheeks. The arrival of a guest as striking as Gojo had stirred their curiosity and awakened a sense of intrigue.
Madam Kyogoku, seemingly enchanted by Gojo's demeanor, responded warmly, "Your kind words honor us. We have a room ready for you, one befitting a noble such as yourself. Please, allow us to make your stay at the Kyogoku House a memorable one."
In the dimly lit, dark-red chamber, a strikingly beautiful woman reclined, a vision of enchantment. Her presence radiated an alluring allure that seemed to defy the boundaries of human perfection. Her onyx hair cascaded down in gentle waves, and her amethyst eyes bore an uncanny depth—a mesmerizing blend of beauty and enigma.
As whispers of the newcomer's arrival reached her ears, the woman's lips curled into a sly, mysterious smile. She leaned back with a languid grace, her fingers gently tapping the ornate armrest of her seat.
"Oh," she purred with an air of intrigue, "A nobleman, you say? With exceptionally beautiful features, no doubt?"
Her voice was a sultry melody that danced through the air, carrying a note of anticipation. There was an undeniable devilish glint in her eyes, one that hinted at a playful and captivating nature.
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[A/N: What a luckey bastard... Ahm! Give me power stones if you also wanna get reincarnated as Gojoi Satoru. I will send your names to the all-mighty Truck-Kun!! A good deal right?]
[And yup, I have changed the cover photo so don't get confused. Bye bye~]