gojo satoru

"Young master, we have arrived at the restaurant," the driver announced, his voice breaking the silence of the car.

Velda nodded, a subtle smirk gracing his lips. "Okay then, you go there and order whatever you want. I'm coming behind you. I'll order after I arrive. I have some business to attend to here."

"Okay, young lord," the driver replied, a hint of confusion in his voice.

Stepping out of the car, Velda was immediately struck by the restaurant's vibrant atmosphere. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of various cuisines, and the chatter of patrons created a lively ambiance. As he made his way inside, his gaze swept across the room, searching for someone familiar.

And there he was, seated at a solitary table near the window. A man with striking white hair and an equally striking pair of eyes that seemed to pierce through everything. It was Gojo Satoru, the renowned Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Velda approached the table with a confident stride. "Well, hello there," he greeted, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "You have a lot of cursed energy. May I ask your name?"

Gojo's lips curved into a playful grin. "Gojo Satoru. And you?"

"Velda Fenrir," Velda replied, his tone matching Gojo's. "You're the heir of the Fenrir Clan. Makes sense. Want to be friends? Only the strongest can understand each other."

Gojo's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Yeah, sure. Want to go to that restaurant?" he gestured towards the bustling eatery.

"I was going there anyway. I might as well keep you company," Velda replied.

As they made their way to the restaurant, the two exchanged casual banter, their conversation filled with a mix of playful teasing and genuine curiosity. Gojo was intrigued by Velda's calm demeanor and immense cursed energy, while Velda was fascinated by Gojo's boundless energy and eccentric personality.

Once seated, they ordered their food, engaging in lively conversation. Topics ranged from the intricacies of cursed techniques to the latest trends in fashion. Gojo's infectious laughter filled the air, and Velda found himself smiling more than he realized.

As the hours slipped by, their bond deepened. It was as if they had known each other for years, their conversation flowing effortlessly. However, the realization of the passing time struck Velda.

"Sorry, Satoru," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I have to go. My father told me not to stay out too long."

Gojo nodded understandingly. "Same here. Maybe we can meet again tomorrow at the same place?"

"Definitely," Velda replied, a smile playing on his lips.

As the driver pulled up to the Fenrir estate, Velda stepped out, a sense of contentment washing over him. "Thank you, driver," he said, dismissing the man.

As he entered the house, he was greeted by the familiar scent of home. "Welcome back, young master," a servant greeted him.

"Where's my father?" Velda asked, his curiosity piqued.

"He's in his room," the servant replied.

Velda made his way to his father's room, a sense of anticipation building within him. He knew he had something extraordinary to share. Upon entering, he found his father seated at his desk, a contemplative look on his face.

"Well, well, did something interesting happen? You're telling me something," his father said, his voice laced with curiosity.

Velda grinned. "Yeah, I met the Gojo kid, and we became friends."

His father's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Expected. You two are the best of your generations."

Velda pulled out the Whispering Chains of Heaven, his new cursed tool. "Father, I have a cursed tool. May you look at it? It's from my cursed technique."

Three long chains materialized in his hand, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. His father's eyes widened in astonishment as he examined the weapon. After a long moment of silence, he spoke.

"It's a Special Grade What is that curse technique!"