Chapter 3: Holy cow! I became Gojo Satoru(edited)

In realms of ink and vibrant hues, Where dreams unfold in animated muse, A canvas spun with tales untold, In the anime verse, a world to behold.

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At this time, inside the darkness, Takeshi was unable to feel anything - no joy, no sorrow, no hatred, no happiness, no sadness, no greed, no lust, except calmness. He had never felt such calmness since the day his father died under mysterious circumstances.

Ever since his father's death, his elder sister became the only family he had. She stopped attending college to become a kindergarten teacher. They were left alone in this harsh world, but his elder sister always loved and cared for him as if she were a parent.

Takeshi never saw his mother; she died while giving birth to him. His father even blamed him for her death. Ella Minamoto, his elder sister and the teacher of his law class, was the closest thing he had to a parental figure. Takeshi's father passed away when he was just 9 years old.

He started studying very hard, consistently at the top of his class every year. He wanted to make as much money as possible so that he could take care of his elder sister. Being at the top of his class was not easy; it often left him feeling exhausted and tired of his monotonous life.

That's why whenever he read manga, he felt joy, and when he saw Gojo's character, he knew he wanted to be just like him. Someone who could take care of himself and his loved ones, someone so powerful that he could act in any way he wanted, and no one could do anything to him - or should he say, nobody would ever dare. He believed in his own ability, and Gojo was his role model.

And now, he was going to find himself transmigrated into the body of that same role model when he opened his eyes.

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The sleeping man slowly opened his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes held a glint of both calmness and danger, like the seven seas - different yet united as the great ocean.

While feeling baffled, Takeshi thought aloud, "What place is this? Did I get kidnapped?" His statement was accompanied by a sudden headache. "Ugh....! My head hurts like hell! And what kind of kidnapper puts their victims in a luxurious bed without tying their hands? Have I gotten myself into some deep, kinky sh*t or something?"

In a state of panic, he began searching his memories. "I remember going home while arguing with a dense f**ker, then... I-I died! Nanniii? I died, so is this heaven?"

[A/N: Huhu, better than heaven :}]

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Stepping out of the bed, Takeshi examined his hands and then his abs. "Holy sh*t! What's up with this physique? This tall and toned body..." Dumbfounded by his own thoughts, he began speculating, "Did I die and become an angel or something? But I don't remember ever doing any charity."

His thoughts raced wildly, but he eventually reached a conclusion: "Reincarnation." Takeshi, being a weeb, had read his share of reincarnation stories, making it easy for him to accept this possibility.

"Okay, calm the fu*k down, dammit! The point is not how I got reincarnated or who did this to me. The point is, where am I? Have I reincarnated on Earth again as a normal human, or have I ended up inside a novel, like those other protags? With this bright, toned, muscular body and this height, am I Lucifer Morningstar?"

As he pondered, his eyes fell upon a mirror in a corner of the room. After seeing himself in the mirror, there was only one thought on his mind: "To hell with being calm!" He screamed, "HOLY SH*T!! I am Gojo Satoru!"

While he was in shock, a knock came from the door.

knockknock**

"Uhm, young master Satoru? Is everything fine?"

knock knock**

"Young master Satoru? Is everything fine?"

An old man's polite voice could be heard from outside the room.

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'Shit!' Regaining his composure, Takeshi forced his mind to calm down. "Yes! Everything is fine," Takeshi said while assessing the whole situation.

'First, I died, then I became Satoru Gojo, what the hell is happening?'

"Young Master, do you need anything?" The old man asked from outside the room.

'Who is this old man? By his voice alone, he seems like a servant, a butler maybe?'

"Master Satoru, I came with your usual morning tea and sweets. Should I come in?" The butler asked while holding a big tray filled with cakes, biscuits, and a cup of tea.

Now grasping the hold of his situation, Takeshi started thinking about what would be the best course of action here. 'What should I do? I can easily send him away because he is just a butler while I am the heir of this household. My standing is far superior to his, but should I do that? Will it raise any sort of suspicions?'

'The people of this world are all dangerous, and I am currently standing at one of the three major Clans of the Jujutsu society. If they found out that someone else here was posing as their heir, what would they do? They will surely... No, no, no, no! I don't even want to think about that.'

'And I also have to find out that, in terms of the story of JJK, where are we standing right now? Is the Manga at its canon?'

'I should start gathering knowledge while I can, and he is just a butler. What could possibly go wrong?'

After taking some deep breaths and rearranging his thoughts, Takeshi commanded him to enter, "Yes, you may come in."

The butler opened the door and brought a large tray filled with delicious sweets into the room.

"Since today is not your usual training day, Madam has prepared all these sweets for you by herself," the butler said while bowing. Takeshi noticed the butler's attire, impeccably pressed and buttoned, his demeanor radiating years of faithful service.

"Why would I eat so much sugar this early in the morning?" Takeshi said calmly with authority. But his mind screamed, 'Why? Did I say that? In this situation, bring me poison, and I will drink it (sob*).'

While being confused, the butler said, "What do you mean, Young Master? You love sweets more than anything in this world. You always indulge in such treats once a month when you have a day off."

"Oh!" 'Shit! Gojo loves sweets.' "Yeah, yeah, I was just playing with you... haha...."

"Please don't play pranks on this old one, Young Master," the butler bowed. "Please eat to your heart's content. I shall take my leave."

Seeing the butler leaving the room, Takeshi said, "Wait!"

"Do you need anything else, Young Master?" The butler inquired in a humble tone.

Takeshi took charge, "Yes! And what I am going to tell you holds the most importance for me and this household's future."

Everyone knew about his gorgeous intelligence and potential, and naturally, everybody in his household respected him as someone important to the Gojo Clan.

Takeshi said, "Let's see! You are one of the many loyal servants of our clan, right?"

"Yes, Young Master! You can trust this old man," the butler said while being serious, a testament to his unwavering loyalty.

With the butler being so serious, Takeshi chuckled inwardly. 'Somehow this butler seems more gullible than a regular 5-year-old kid playing in a park.'

Takeshi - "As you know, our family has been fighting curses and other sorcerers for generations."

Again, with sincerity, the butler answered, "Indeed, Young Master. Whatever it is that you want to tell me, you can rest assured that this talk will not leak out of these four walls." The butler tried to reassure Takeshi.

One could see a new sense of determination filling the butler's eyes.

Takeshi - "Why the hell is he making such a face? Anyways. Thinking that Takeshi proceeded

'OK! Behold my BS no Jutsu you god dam mortal' Takeshi started speaking again "So, hypothetically speaking, if you found yourself surrounded by enemy forces any other day, and they tortured you and asked you about the family secrets, what would you do?"

Butler - "Whatever they may do, Young Master, but my mouth will always remain shut!"

[No good = Dame, in Japanese]

Takeshi - "Dame! Dame, dame, dame, dame! To save yourself from them, you can always give them false information. By doing that, your identity will remain safe, and we will also be able to feed them false information."

Takeshi rambled on, his words flowing like a river, the art of BS'ing taken to new heights.

The butler's eyes brightened with respect. "Oh, it is indeed a good way. That's very wise of you, Young Master."

'The art of Bull Sh**ry really works inside the anime universe, it seems, or is he just dense?' Takeshi thought inwardly.

With a mischievous 'Gojo Satoru' grin, he said, "So let's practice while I am having my tea, shall we?"

The butler, now filled with determination, nodded in agreement.

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