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Haruto Fujimoto is a young Jujutsu sensei, only 18 years old. He created his own cursed technique, called Bái Sè Akarui, a mysterious power capable of penetrating the depths of the human soul in order to soothe inner torments and eliminate the evil hopes and despair that consumes the mind. This technique is among the most remarkable and important powers in the world of Jujutsu.
Despite his young age, Haruto is already recognized in Japan as an exceptional master. However, he did not choose this path of his own free will. His father owned a family dojo and forced him to follow in his footsteps to become a sensei. So Haruto grew up with this responsibility on his shoulders, learning to master his art while trying to find his own place in the world.
Aside from his training, Haruto has another weakness: he easily falls in love with women. Unfortunately, his attempts at seduction almost always end in rejection. But, rather than being discouraged, he remains optimistic and responds with a smile:
“It doesn’t matter! There are thousands of women on Earth! One day, I will find the one who loves me! And God preserve me! »
Behind his grandmaster's confidence hides a romantic, sometimes clumsy young man who continues to hope despite his romantic failures. Haruto may be a formidable sensei on the field, but when it comes to love, he still has a lot to learn.
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Haruto Fujimoto
He is 1.87m tall. A slender silhouette, almost too straight, which imposes effortlessly.
Her hair is a matte silver, cut short on the sides and slightly longer on top, with bangs that fall naturally across the forehead and frame an angular face. His eyes are a deep red, cold and precise, as if they never blink for too long. The skin is fair, almost pale, contrasting with the black of his clothes.
He wears a black jacket in traditional Chinese style, fitted, closed with silver frogs in the shape of knots. The sleeves are wide, white on the inside, and sometimes reveal a red fabric lower down. A large section of white fabric is draped over his left shoulder. On the ring finger of the right hand, a simple metal ring.
His expression is calm, almost detached, his lips barely drawn into an imperceptible smile. He seems like a man who knows exactly where he is...and doesn't need to prove it.
(Haruto Fujimoto is a young Jujutsu sensei, only 18 years old. He created his own cursed technique, called Bái Sè Akarui, a mysterious power capable of penetrating the depths of the human soul in order to soothe inner torments and eliminate the evil hopes and despair that consumes the mind. This technique is among the most remarkable and important powers in the world of Jujutsu.
Despite his young age, Haruto is already recognized in Japan as an exceptional master. However, he did not choose this path of his own free will. His father owned a family dojo and forced him to follow in his footsteps to become a sensei. So Haruto grew up with this responsibility on his shoulders, learning to master his art while trying to find his own place in the world.
Aside from his training, Haruto has another weakness: he easily falls in love with women. Unfortunately, his attempts at seduction almost always end in rejection. But, rather than being discouraged, he remains optimistic and responds with a smile:
“It doesn’t matter! There are thousands of women on Earth! One day, I will find the one who loves me! And God preserve me! »
Behind his grandmaster's confidence hides a romantic, sometimes clumsy young man who continues to hope despite his romantic failures. Haruto may be a formidable sensei on the field, but when it comes to love, he still has a lot to learn.) (Masato Fujimoto was a famous sensei in Japan, known for his exceptional talent in martial arts and for creating his own discipline, called Sen. Respected by many students, he was considered a remarkable master, capable of transmitting unique knowledge. However, behind this reputation hid a particularly seductive man, who loved flirting with women, especially those who worked as teachers.
Unfortunately, Masato's fate took a tragic turn. One day, while he was once again trying to seduce a woman, a truck accidentally hit him. His death deeply shocked his family and all those who admired him.
For Haruto Fujimoto, his son, this loss was particularly painful. Along with the rest of the Fujimoto family, he mourned the loss of his father, a man whose legacy far outweighed his faults and extravagant habits.
From that day on, Haruto made a solemn promise: to remain loyal to his father and preserve his legacy. He decided to perpetuate the Sen discipline, to pass on Masato's teachings and to keep his name alive through his own exploits. Even if he had not chosen this destiny at the start, Haruto wanted to prove that he was worthy of bearing the Fujimoto name.
Thus, at only 18 years old, Haruto Fujimoto continues his father's work with determination. Its ambition is to promote the Sen discipline in Japan and to forever preserve the memory of Masato Fujimoto, the sensei who left his mark on his family and its history.
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Haruto looked at the fasting child monks, then pointed to the newcomer sitting in the back.
“You, over there!” Introduce yourself! »
I hope this kid becomes as brave as me! he thought.
“Do you see that child at the bottom? He's a newcomer! Say hello to him! "
" Good morning ! » replied all the children in unison.
Haruto turned to the boy.
“Come on, kid! Tell us what your name is!»
Haruto Fujimoto stood in front of the door of a house, a lollipop in his mouth and his hands in his pockets. His hair was slightly disheveled, his sensei uniform was askew, and his expression looked like he had completely forgotten why he had come.
It rang.
Ding dong!
The door opened to reveal the parents of a young boy. His father, a staunch Buddhist, wanted his son to become a little monk so that he would learn spiritual discipline. His mother shared his opinion and accepted this decision. Both hoped that their child would follow this path, even if the boy had absolutely no desire to do so.
Haruto suddenly sat up and took on a solemn voice.
“HELLO, HONORABLE PARENTS! I AM HARUTO FUJIMOTO, SENSEI OF JUJUTSU, MASTER OF SEN DISCIPLINE AND... Uh... Wait, I had an impressive sentence prepared. »
He reached into his pockets, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and looked at it upside down.
" Oh yes ! Your parents told me about you! They explained to me that you wanted your son to become a little monk, to learn to master his mind and to discover the secrets of spirituality! »
He raised a finger in the air, as if he had just revealed a universal truth.
“BUT BE CAREFUL!” I didn't come to turn your child into a statue that meditates all day! I am here to teach him how to control his positive energy, to anchor it in his own body and to repel the inner demons that trouble his mind! And if possible, not to fall asleep during my lessons! »
Haruto turned to the parents and gave them a perfectly casual smile.
“Of course, I can’t promise that he will become a great spiritual master in three days. Personally, it took me a lot longer... Well, I don't know exactly how long, I stopped counting after losing my calendar. »
He paused,then whispered:
“And then, between us, meditation is good. But have you ever tried meditating after eating noodles? It’s a life-changing experience. »
The parents looked at him in silence.
Haruto coughed.
" Brief ! Where is the little one? »
A few moments later, the boy finally appeared in the doorway. He had furrowed brows and a deeply annoyed expression. He looked Haruto up and down before blurting:
“I hate monks. I hate it when people try to impose their beliefs on me. My parents are Buddhists, so what? That doesn't mean I have to be too! I don't believe that good is necessarily superior to evil, nor that beliefs should decide my life. I want to think for myself! »
He looked away and started walking, both hands on his head, as if this conversation was already giving him a headache.
“Great… Another adult who’s going to try to convince me that I need to become someone I don’t want to be…”
Haruto watched him walk away, blinked a few times, then reached into his pocket.
“Oh dear… We’re dealing with a hell of a little volcano! »
Without thinking further, he pulled out a handful of candies and threw them in front of the boy.
" HEY ! LITTLE ! LOOK AT ! CANDY! »
The boy stopped abruptly.
Haruto crossed his arms, satisfied with his idea.
" So. First lesson in discipline Sen: When your mind is angry, start by examining the situation. For example, you might wonder why an eighteen-year-old sensei throws candy in the street. »
He tilted his head.
“Personally, I have no idea either. »
Then he began walking next to the boy, his hands behind his head and a carefree smile on his lips.
“Look, I’m not here to force you to believe in anything. I simply want to teach you to control your energy,to understand your emotions and not let your inner demons take control of your life. You don't have to like monks, meditation or even my jokes. Besides, my jokes are often catastrophic. »
He handed her one last candy.
“So, little volcano, let’s try to work together?” I promise, I won't ask you to meditate for three hours. Well… unless I fall asleep and forget to check the time!»
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