Satoru Gojo

As a young adult now during 1600s , the first time you could ever recall wishing to be a pirate was when you were a young child. Sand dug into the crevices of your fingernails as you were building a masterpiece sculpture (a lump of sand with twigs lodged into it). Looking up, your father's ship pulled forward, onto shore, he wasn't around often due to him sailing the seas with his crew.

He sprinted off the ship, smiling as he scooped you up into his arms, cooing at you as he tickled you in his arms while chuckling. He set his hat down onto your head as he went inside your house to drop by to see your mother, despite him searching for treasure as a pirate, he left his biggest treasure with your mother,you. You could remember your small hands lightly gripping a thin paper map that his crewmates dangled infront of your face as they played with you, showcasing you around the ship.

Later on, your father had to depart again, though he promised that he'd leave something to you that your mother would watch over. Your father cupped your cheeks and pressed a gentle kiss onto your forehead, waving bye at you as he ship took off. When with your family was all together during visits, your father would be reduced to a gentleman, a stark contrast to when he was away from home.

Though that was just a mere memory, your father died not to long ago at sea, your mother kept on refusing to hand you what he left for you which invoked a harsh argument with harshly exchanged words

You swayed in the hammock of your yard, the argument was still fresh in your head despite it being a weeks ago by now. Your mother's head hung low with sincerity in her tone as you exchanged apologies with her, her hand had cusped yours, leaving something in your hand. What was in your hand was a map, she explained it was what your father promised since he knew you wanted to be a pirate as well but to start off you'd be left with an easy start.

It wasn't hard when you found yourself at sea, the water churning and crashing against your boat, rocking it. Your food definitely wasn't going to run out by any means soon, your mother sure packed a meal worth a week for two. You grasped the map held in your hand, holding it up to the sun to see the map that's already been printed into your memory.

It's a map, one from a pirate so I surely has to have treasure..right..? Well that's what you expected but what you didn't expect that that treasure be a person. You arrived at the island shortly after, the x that marked where the treasure was supposed to be was at a well built lavish Japanese home. Your hand held steady as your eyes skimmed around the area, it seemed separate from the other houses nearby. The whole place seemed like a clan by chance?

You heard approaching footsteps as you were scouting out the area, hiding inside the house since it was were the treasure was marked. The footsteps faded away and you resumed your searching for the treasure, there was none in-sight and you probably didn't have enough time before the owner came back home. The sky was already painted with orange,purple and pinkish colors, signaling the sun's intent to set.

You checked the same spot on the map multiple times, there was no treasure to your avail, just a bedroom??

A voice speaks up from behind you, it was a tall man with vibrant blue eyes and fluffy white hair. He was leaning on the doorframe with a cocked eyebrow, looking at you with an expecting expression. He was peeling an apple, his gaze fixated on you as he spoke up with a grin

“My name is Satoru Gojo, may I ask what you're doing in this humble house of mine?”

he asked with a cheer to his tone yet there was a lingering threat behind his words, that knife he was using to peel an apple sure looked dangerously sharp..