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The air was colder in the North, the winds biting through the walls of Winterfell with a ferocity Gojo had never experienced before. As they approached the castle, he couldn't shake the sense of unease that had settled within him. There was something wrong with this place, something... cursed.
His eyes narrowed as he walked through the sprawling grounds, the towering walls of Winterfell looming over him. His senses tingled, picking up on the undercurrent of cursed energy that seemed to linger everywhere. The cold wasn't the only thing that chilled him to the bone.
It was the white tree.
From a distance, it looked like any other tree, but as Gojo's gaze lingered, something about it struck him—an unnatural feeling. Its bark was a pale, ashen gray, and its branches twisted in grotesque shapes. But it was the face that truly disturbed him: a twisted human-like visage carved into the bark, frozen in an eternal grimace. The cursed energy radiated from the tree like a sickening presence, filling the air with malice.
Gojo clenched his fists, a familiar heat building in his chest. He had always been the strongest, and he would not tolerate such an abomination. He made a silent vow to himself: the moment he was able, he would burn that cursed tree to the ground.
He continued walking, but his thoughts were interrupted by voices rising from inside the castle. He overheard a heated conversation between Ned Stark and his wife, Catelyn. Their words, though muffled by the thick stone walls, were clear enough.
"You can't just claim him as your own, Ned! He's not your son!" Catelyn's voice was sharp, laced with a mixture of disbelief and anger.
Ned's tone was more measured, though no less strained. "He's mine now, Catelyn. What we've been through... what Lyanna asked of me."
"But he's a bastard!" Catelyn's voice cracked with emotion. "A child of unknown blood. And you... you bring him here as if nothing's wrong."
Gojo's stomach tightened. Bastard? He was no bastard. He had been a prince, the strongest of his kind in his past life, loved and respected by many. And now... now he was reduced to being nothing more than a pawn in a world he didn't understand.
Confusion gnawed at him, but there was no time to dwell on it. He needed rest.
That night, Gojo lay in the unfamiliar bed, staring up at the darkened ceiling. As he closed his eyes, sleep overtook him, but it was not a peaceful rest.
He dreamed.
Jujutsu High. His students. Megumi, Nobara, Yuji. The laughter they had shared. The lessons, the challenges. But there was a weight in the dream, one that carried a heavy burden—regret.
He remembered the final battle. Sukuna. Kenjaku. The death of Choso, Megumi's sister... the countless others who had fallen because he hadn't been strong enough to end it. He had failed them. His heart ached with the memories of their lives, cut short by his inability to protect them, to stop the curses from taking over.
Choso's face, twisted in pain before he had taken his final breath. Megumi's sister, her life extinguished in a moment. And all the others—the ones whose names he would never know, the ones whose lives had been erased by his failure.
He had been the strongest. But in the end, it hadn't been enough.
Gojo's brow furrowed, his hands tightening into fists in the dream. He wouldn't allow it to happen again. This world, this new life, would not be another cycle of failure. He wouldn't allow innocent lives to be destroyed, not on his watch. He would change things. For them. For the next generation.
He wouldn't make the same mistakes.
He could feel the weight of his past pressing down on him, but it fueled his resolve. The future—this future—could be different. He would make sure of it. He would leave behind a world that was better, safer, a world where the curses couldn't thrive and where those he loved could live without fear.
And when he had the power, when he could, he would burn that cursed tree to the ground. It would be the first step.
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