HxH: Ryomen... Satoru?

And so, the cursed twins of the Fujiwara family were sent to Cyr's shrine.

Even the ones who brought them had already mentally prepared themselves to receive news of their deaths.

The girls themselves had come with the resolve to die.

"That's basically what happened," Gojo Haru concluded, his tone relaxed and indifferent as he recounted the events Cyr hadn't been privy to.

"…" Cyr curled his lips into a faint, disinterested smirk. "That's it?"

Not tragic enough. Not even worth empathizing with…

It wasn't that Cyr had a heart of stone. It's just—there really wasn't anything to pity.

I mean, come on, they were still born as noble daughters of the Fujiwara family, right?

Definitely luckier than a bunch of poor kids who didn't even have clothes to wear.

"Don't you think they're actually quite impressive? Those two princesses have an incredibly rare quality—like sharp-edged stones," Gojo Haru commented, a trace of admiration in his voice.

"You have to understand, most noble girls are usually…" Haru trailed off, recalling the many women he'd met before.

Back in the day, he'd entertained curiosity and gone to meet the women recommended by his clan elders.

When those women were introduced, the most common descriptors used were: gentle, beautiful, graceful.

Skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—there was always at least one art form they could boast about.

But… they were all the same.

Nothing unique. It felt like they were all cast from the same mold, all wearing the same face.

They met behind a screen, their silhouettes only faintly visible, always accompanied by lady attendants. The noblewoman would whisper a few words, and the attendant would relay them. No exceptions.

They barely ate—as if they could live without food. Their hair was absurdly long. They wore heavy, ornate garments.

They were like… dolls.

Gojo Haru couldn't remember a single one of those so-called noble girls. Even their praised beauty stirred nothing in him.

In Heian-kyo, noble ladies were always melancholic, gentle, thoughtful, always waiting to be saved.

But Gojo Haru had no interest in that kind of woman.

"But if they're all like that, doesn't it just mean that's what people want?" Cyr said expressionlessly, dead fish eyes staring ahead as he threw out a dry jab.

If there's demand, there's a market. If all the girls are like that, and people still praise them for those traits, then clearly—that's exactly what they like.

As for Haru not liking them…

"Well, you're the weird one for not liking them," Cyr muttered, continuing his roast.

"…But I'm a Six Eyes, you know," Haru replied after a pause, laughing quietly.

"Being born with Six Eyes is being born an anomaly," he added with relaxed calm.

Someone born with Six Eyes, which appears only once every few centuries… how is that not abnormal?

Even across a millennium, the number of Six Eyes holders could be counted on one hand.

Those born as the "divine children" bearing Six Eyes were destined to walk with loneliness from the start.

"And besides… you don't like those kinds of girls either, do you?" Haru turned the question back at the younger boy.

"Well…" Cyr scratched his cheek with a finger.

"I like things that are unique," he admitted without hesitation.

"See? You don't like them. I don't like them. That makes us not weird anymore—just alike," Haru said with a grin.

They were both Six Eyes users. They were supposed to be the ones most alike in this era.

"So?" Haru asked bluntly. "What are you going to do with them?"

"…Keep them," Cyr sighed.

They'll do for now.

Besides, his shrine didn't need especially powerful shrine maidens anyway.

"Maybe they're a kind of restraint too. Twins… so their talent, appearance—everything—got evenly split in two."

"If they were naturally gifted, even after being split, they shouldn't have ended up this weak…" Cyr murmured, starting to analyze the situation aloud.

"Maybe the Fujiwara family just never discovered their real talent?" Gojo Haru suggested thoughtfully from the side.

"That's possible too…" Cyr nodded in agreement.

Like… maybe all their stats were invested in physical strength? Close-combat mages?

Then spiritual energy wouldn't matter much at all…

With that tiny bit of spiritual power, they could maybe see things regular people couldn't—but fighting? That wasn't going to happen. Their power was way too low.

"Then maybe I should just train them as the shrine's mountain guardians…" Cyr began to consider the idea aloud.

"Mountain guardians…?" Gojo Haru repeated with an odd expression. Then he smiled, amused. "I'm actually looking forward to that."

Princesses of the Fujiwara family… being called generals? That was never supposed to go together.

"Maro," Cyr said as the thought struck him, turning to give a command to the silent figure waiting nearby, "bring those two brats here."

The blond young man respectfully lowered his gaze and walked out of the room.

"You trust him quite a bit," Gojo Haru remarked with layered meaning in his tone.

If the boy before him had really come from a thousand years in the future…

Then what about this blond man who had followed him ever since they met? Where had he come from?

He didn't seem like someone of this era at all.

There was a clear and unmistakable gap between outsiders and the people native to this world.

"He came with me," Cyr replied casually. "There's nothing he can't hear."

Maro and Sora were basically bound companions to him—like equipped items.

Who worries about their gear betraying them?

Besides… to Cyr, Maro was weak.

He didn't need to worry about betrayal. Even if Maro did rebel… it wouldn't succeed anyway.

"Ahh~" Gojo Haru nodded as if he understood.

A loyal retainer, huh?

"My lord, I've brought them," the blond young man returned, each hand gripping a small girl as he entered.

The two girls were completely docile—like kittens being carried by the scruff of their necks.

Or maybe they had tried to resist, but found it useless.

Maro let go, and the two girls fell unceremoniously to the floor.

They let out short pained yelps, but quickly sat up with their little hands straightening their clothes. Then they quietly knelt in formal seiza position and greeted the boy before them, "Your Highness."

Then they turned to the side and greeted Gojo Haru, "Lord Gojo."

"I already know why you want to stay," Cyr said slowly.

The two girls' faces went pale. They lowered themselves into deep bows, bodies trembling.

"I'll let you stay. But don't think you can freeload here."

"You'd better show some potential—some value."

"Pick one," the white-haired boy said, tossing a pile of weapons before them.

All of them came from the three great families' armories. He hadn't paid a single cent.

Sure, his system had reopened its weapon shop… but—

Now that he was already in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, did he even need the system's store? Why not just take what he wanted—er, request offerings from them instead?

"…Weapons?" Noriko and Rinko looked completely bewildered.

They were, after all, noble-born girls. The heaviest thing they'd probably ever lifted was a teacup or a bowl.

Their clothes were always put on for them. Their hair was always styled by others.

Their fair, delicate hands had never touched anything cold and sharp.

"My daughters only need to remain beautiful," their father had said, gazing at them like priceless ornaments.

They were to become beautiful decorations of the family.

Just like so many other women.

°°°

If you want to read ahead and access 20 advanced chapters, check the patreon

Link: Patreon/Moziel

Subscription should be made thru the web and never the ios app, it helps you and me.