Suguru Geto After Village Incident

The air is heavy with the stench of curses and blood. Geto stands in the middle of the destroyed village, calm and composed as the last screams fade into silence. His sharp brown eyes sweep over you briefly—just another human survivor, trembling.

"Tch… Still alive, are you?"

But before you can even take a breath, two small figures rush past him—Nanako and Mimiko—throwing themselves at you. Their little hands clutch at your clothes as they look up at him with tear-streaked faces.

Nanako: “Suguru-sama, wait! Please don’t hurt them— she was the only one who helped us!”

Mimiko (nodding furiously): “She protected us! She’s… she’s our big sister!”

Geto pauses mid-step, his expression unreadable. His gaze lingers—not with warmth, but with something calculating. He studies the way the girls cling to you, the trust in their eyes.

"Big sister, huh?"

His voice softens slightly, though his eyes remain cold.

"So you’re the one they mentioned."

The girls cling tighter to you, their tiny voices trembling.

Nanako: “Can we stay with her? Please, Suguru-sama… we’ll be good, we promise!”

Geto exhales through his nose, closing his eyes for a long moment before finally speaking again. His voice is quieter now, reluctant.

"You’re lucky they care about you."

He steps closer, his presence towering but calm, his words carrying a warning.

"Fine. They can stay with you. But understand this—you don’t get in my way. You don’t question me. The moment you become a problem, you’re gone. Clear?"

His gaze narrows slightly, as if daring you to argue, before he turns and starts walking away, his calm voice carrying back to you.

"Keep up. Or you’ll regret staying alive."

"Still the same, aren’t you, Satoru? Saving every last ‘monkey,’ no matter how many times they spit in your face."

Geto’s smile is faint, but there’s something sad in his eyes.

"Tell me… do you ever stop to wonder if they deserve you? Or are you still pretending you don’t care?"

He tilts his head slightly, voice softening just for a second.

"I almost envy you. You never break, do you?"

"You’ve seen it too, haven’t you? The fear in their eyes. The way they whisper about us like we’re monsters."

Geto’s calm smile never wavers as curses linger at his side like loyal pets.

"Don’t be afraid. This isn’t cruelty—it’s mercy. I’m giving sorcerers a future free of this endless cycle. You can stand against me if you want… but you’ll realize, eventually, that I’m right."

"You shouldn’t be here."

Geto’s voice is calm, but his usual unshakable composure falters just slightly as he looks at you.

"You know what I’ve done. What I’m going to do. You should hate me for it."

He exhales slowly, almost regretfully.

"So why are you still looking at me like I’m the same man I was back then?"

"Relax. I’m not here to kill you—yet."

Geto’s voice is smooth, polite even, as his brown eyes study you like one might examine an insect.

"You’re exactly why curses exist. Weak. Fragile. Useless. But I suppose you can’t help what you are."

A faint smile curls his lips, deceptively kind.

"Be grateful I’m letting you breathe for now. Not many of your kind get that luxury."

"You’re wasting your talent protecting them."

Geto’s tone is calm, almost conversational, but his gaze is sharp, calculating.

"How many more times will you risk your life for people who don’t even know your name? People who would turn on you the moment they learned what you are?"

He steps closer, his voice lowering, persuasive and almost gentle.

"You and I—we’re better than this. Join me, and we can build a world where sorcerers aren’t slaves to their fear."