This was meant to be the last chapter, like 6k ish words, but chatgpt wouldnt help with editing because of the Kenjaku parties and other mess up jokes down the line.
Anyway, here part one, of however how many part this get splitted into.
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Keitaro was a man on a mission. He was currently inside the hospital, running at full speed toward the room where his wife was giving birth.
He had finished setting up... all of the barriers, and Gojo, Maki, alongside some others, were already there.
Not like anyone could do shit to him, because unlike the Minato of his last life, he was not finna get his kid kidnapped the second he was born.
He would, in fact, run the ones and beat the ever-living dogshit out of them.
He opened the door where Shoko was.
Inside, Shoko sat propped up in the bed, sweat on her brow, her usual calm demeanor hanging on by a thread as another contraction hit. Her fingers gripped the sheets, her eyes meeting his.
"You're late," she muttered.
"The barriers were having issues. I owed Tengen a favor... sorry," he said, entering the room.
"Your spirit's about to get kicked if you say another word," she replied through gritted teeth.
"Noted," he whispered, squeezing her hand. "I'm here. I'm not leaving."
Time blurred after that.
Shoko's breathing echoed in his ears, nurses moved like ghosts in and out of his peripheral vision, and all Keitaro could think about was her. Her strength. Her pain. Her stubbornness.
And then—
A sharp, thin cry split the room.
The world stopped.
He watched as the nurse lifted a small, squirming bundle—tiny arms flailing, a loud, surprisingly angry voice letting the world know he'd arrived.
A boy.
Their son.
Keitaro stared, stunned. He didn't even notice the tears running down his face until Shoko weakly squeezed his hand.
"Don't just stand there. Go meet your kid."
He stepped forward slowly, almost afraid he'd break something just by existing.
The nurse placed the bundle in his arms.
Tiny. Warm. Wrinkled. Wrapped in a pale blue blanket.
He looked at his blond baby... with light whisker marks along his cheeks...
Six whisker marks in total. Who would've thought rawdogging your wife while being in fusion fox mode would do this?
He had no shame. He'd do it again if need be.
His baby was just so cute, for a second, he even forgot how Gojo would roast his ass the second they escaped.
He looked back at Shoko. She was exhausted, but there was a faint smile on her lips.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Tired," she replied. "But... I'm fine, for the most part."
Keitaro sat down beside her, their baby still resting in his arms.
"This is... I don't even know what to say," he murmured.
"Don't say anything. Just hold him."
And so he did.
He held his son like the world was made of glass and he was the only one allowed to touch it. His heartbeat steadied. His soul stilled.
This—this—was worth more than any barrier, any technique, any victory over some ancient cursed monster.
"I swear," Keitaro said softly, pressing a kiss to his son's forehead, "no matter what happens... no matter what I have to do... I'll protect you."
Even if it was the last thing he ever did.
The child smiled brightly at him. The sheer amount of natural energy coming off the child was off the chart. If it wasn't for his senses, he wouldn't have caught on to that.
His cute little gremlin.
They would stay in the hospital for a while longer before returning home... and by while longer, he meant an extra hour.
RCT worked wonders for her. The doctors were stunned—she had just given birth and was already full of energy. Did her husband feed her some perks or something?
Some lean or some shit like that?
But no, she was well.
Back in their house a few weeks later...
Keitaro sat cross-legged on the floor of their apartment, the living room bathed in soft sunlight. His hair was a mess, shirt half-buttoned, and a week's worth of sleep deprivation gently tap-dancing on his spine.
In his arms was the source of all that chaos—and joy.
The baby cooed quietly, swaddled in a pale green blanket now, tiny fists waving around like he was already preparing to throw hands. Yellow tufts of hair poked out from under his cap, soft and unruly, just like his dad's.
"Okay," Keitaro whispered to the baby, who stared at him like he'd just said something stupid. "Your mom's resting. You're being good. And I'm going to try to finish the final schematics for the new sector-wide emergency barrier seals without accidentally designing a death trap. Sound good?"
The baby let out a dramatic gurgle and farted.
Keitaro winced. "I'll take that as encouragement."
He shifted slightly, reaching for his notes without jostling the bundle in his arms. Between the baby and his cursed technique notes spread across the table, Keitaro looked like a war general holding a newborn at a war council.
Because he was. Kind of.
Then came a knock at the door.
Before he could get up, it slid open—Mai stepped in with her usual annoyed expression, followed by Maki, who looked... weirdly excited.
"S'up, deadbeat," Mai said flatly.
"I've been a dad for five days," Keitaro muttered.
"And somehow already sleep-deprived enough to be one of the Elders," Maki teased, stepping inside.
But then both sisters saw the baby.
And time just... froze.
Maki took a step forward. Mai blinked.
Then the baby made a tiny hiccuping noise, scrunched his face, and stared up at the newcomers with an expression that said, "Who are you and why is one of you frowning?"
Maki practically melted. "Oh my god. He's adorable."
Mai tried to scoff but failed entirely. "Why is he that cute? Why does he have your stupid hair?"
"Genetics," Keitaro offered smugly.
"He looks like someone tried to summon joy in human form and succeeded on the first try," Maki whispered, eyes wide as she crouched down beside Keitaro.
"He's gonna be spoiled," Mai mumbled, already reaching for the baby with a tiny smirk. "Come here, little menace."
Keitaro hesitated for a second—then, seeing Shoko still resting peacefully in the back room, he slowly handed their son over to the girls.
The baby blinked slowly at Maki, then sneezed directly into her face.
"...He likes you," Keitaro said with a grin.
Maki laughed, gently cradling the baby while Mai reached out to brush a thumb across his soft cheek. "He's got a strong flow of cursed energy... and something else. Natural energy too?"
Keitaro nodded. "Yeah. Seems like he's already drawing it in unconsciously. We're gonna have to monitor that. His core is... weirdly calm. Like it already knows balance."
"You know Gojo-sensei will 100% clown you for this, right?"
"Yeah, I know my friend's habits," he said, sighing a bit. "This isn't good at all."
The child laughed a little bit. So cute. So damn cute.
If only he knew...
He was born into a new era—a new world.
A/N next chapter probably the special.