[A/N: Yes, I am hopping on the female Gojo trend, and no, I couldn't cuck my favorite character Geto, so how could I possibly make everyone happy?
Female Geto, yes bros, the holy grail of genderbend, another s tier.
I will say that there will be limes, but no straight up seggs(may change), and that is only because relationships naturally go to that conclusion.
In a story that starts in Hidden Inventory, it would be wild if the MC and love interests haven't done the deed by the original canon start. Negative rizz at that point.
There will be character development, and because of MC canon will change, characters will also change along with MC, and lastly the harem will not exceed four members ever no matter what.
Updates will be slow until the story starts getting traction.
I hope you enjoy it!
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Young fem Gojo.
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Adult fem Gojo.
Teen fem Geto.
Adult fem Geto.
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Ceiling lanterns swayed as flames within them lit, their orange glow illuminating a large room with square mats aligned in perfect rows.
Wide and long paper doors slowly slid open, the cold bite of winter wind fluttering in as moving bodies wrapped in black haoris and kimonos entered.
Hushed whispers were heard as the men and scant few women found their respective mats, sitting on their knees and patiently waiting for others to file in and do the same.
Soon, the room was full, and the quiet words spoken to their neighbors faded, all eyes turning as the paper doors opened again; this time by a young servant woman.
The same young woman who turned to the rows of people before her and spoke clearly, "The 26th Head of the Clan, Naobito Zenin, graces your presence."
Unsurprisingly, most smelled him before they saw him, the sharp tinge of alcohol being carried by the wind that wafted through the entrance.
The sound of approaching footsteps soon revealed an older man, his hair showing gray by now, mustache sharp and jutting outwards, and his grizzled eyes readily meeting any gaze that lingered too long.
Although, with every tenth step he took a swig of the saki bottle in his right hand, not caring of the liquid that splashed on the floor as he pulled it away from his lips.
Lazily, Naobito Zenin swaggered towards the singular open mat placed towards the far end of the room, other main branch members already seated as they watched him with emotionless masks.
With a thud, he sat, or more so laid as he took one more long swig of his bottle, burping loudly before slamming it down, not even batting an eye as it shattered.
"Come on then," his voice carried easily in the quiet room. "Bring our curse in."
One moment, just a simple blink of an eye, and in front of all those who held power in the Zenin clan, there appeared a single man.
Black hair, rippling muscles strained behind a gray kimono, and a set of cold black emotionless eyes.
Most would have guessed he had teleported, maybe been in the room already and quickly stood to face the crowd, but a select few had been able to see how fast he had moved.
Naobito especially, saw how Toji had opened the door, closed it, raced forward and stood before him all within two seconds.
He was fast, though Naobito believed he was faster, and his steady eyes saw the sheer amount of muscle hidden under Toji's scratched and wrinkled kimono, muscles gained simply by being born, not earned like his own.
"Brat, what did you do this time?" The clan head's words came out in a slur of annoyance.
Toji hid his smirk well, bowing low before rising again, defiant eyes meeting the clan head as he simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Who knows?"
"Bastard!" An elder Toji hadn't cared to learn the name and suddenly spoke from Naobito's side, his sitting order being fourth to the old man's right meant he held some ounce of sway in how the clan was run.
"You killed my son, you vagrant cursed spawn!"
Oh, now Toji could see the resemblance, the hooked nose and beady eyes of a coward were supposedly hereditary then.
"Enough." Naobito lazily waved a hand at the clan elder who spoke. "We all know what game you're playing, Toji, admit to your crimes now and save all of us the wasted time."
Toji narrowed his eyes, a heavy silence settling as he resolutely kept quiet.
"Staying defiant till the end huh?" He scoffed. "So be it."
Naobito, despite all the formality he lacked, sat up and spoke grimly, "All those in favor of removing Toji Zenin from the clan, label him a kinslayer, and have him hunted once approval from the Higher Ups is given, raise your hand."
Toji didn't blink when every hand in the room rose, their eyes boring into him with sneers and triumphant smiles, their disdain for him painted clearly on their faces.
The clan head grunted in acknowledgment, "And so it shall be done, get out of my sight Toji, and don't let your curse plague the Zenin clan any longer."
Toji chuckled, shaggy black hair whipping as he sharply turned and began to walk away.
He could have been out of the compound within twenty seconds, but despite all the pain his 'family' had caused him, he found it nostalgic.
The courtyards covered in snow, the wooden porches that creaked, the ring of windchimes in the brisk wind of winter, and the hushed whispers he heard almost as loudly as shouts that speak poorly of him.
He stepped out into the cold, his nose able to smell the sage and jasmine that filtered through wooden slats in houses dotted across rolling hills, heard the sounds of spars off in some far away training ground, the rapidly beating hearts of the two grade one sorcerers watching his every move, and the crunch of snow underneath his bare feet.
Freedom.
Toji could get used to it, but some part of him felt defeated, as if he only killed a member of the clan as a final resort to run away.
In his youth, he had wanted to prove them all wrong, to become the clan head, to herald a new era of the Zenin clan in the world of Jujutsu.
Instead, he became their dog, killing when told and nothing else; hoping that by complying he would gain enough merit to vie for the clan head spot.
It hadn't worked, and after a clearly orchestrated plot by having some bastard son of an elder attack him in the night, claiming to be a Gojo, Toji had killed him.
It had been a setup, and his murder was grounds for execution, but they knew how powerful he was. He could have killed most of the people in the room within half a minute, but he hadn't, mostly because the old clan head's wife was there, a bitch who could disable cursed tools in her vicinity.
Toji could use his bare hands, but they would come back as vengeful spirits, and he wasn't exactly sure if one of the wrinkled skin bags had or would develop a domain that could hurt him or not.
Too risky, and truthfully he didn't care anymore, he could do whatever the hell he wanted once he stepped foot off clan grounds.
Toji's eyes grew colder than the winter around him, muscles tensed as he promised himself he would kill them all one day.
He would feel his blade tear flesh, hear the snap of their bones between his hands, and relish in their fear and regret for shunning him.
He would-
"Toji-sama."
He blinked once, turning his head to see a kid no older than eight standing before him, huffing and puffing from clear exhaustion.
The kid had the famed green-black hair of a Zenin in a bowl cut, wore a kimono that was practically rags at this point, and was covered in cuts and bruises.
His black stone eyes that held something Toji couldn't quite understand.
He studied the boy for a single moment before turning and walking away, not particularly sure who the kid thought he was talking to.
"Take me with you."
Toji stopped, genuinely confused and wondering if he had heard wrong.
"This clan sucks," the kid spit a loogie of blood on the snow, staining a small spot red. "It's stuck in its old ways, afraid to move forward because they aren't sure if they will still hold power in the new era. They rape, they kill, they enslave, all because we don't fit their perfect little image."
Everything he said would have the kid beaten worse than he already was. No, he would be hanged, forced to repeat the very words he spoke to the entire clan as he was slowly killed, maybe even have his entire branch in collars and forced to be nothing more than laborers.
It came as a genuine surprise when the kid stepped closer to him, something no one who valued their life ever did.
"Take me with you, and I'll let you use my cursed technique, no questions asked. Just point and I will do it."
Toji's rough chuckle pierced the air, "Kid, you don't just throw all the cards on the table, it shows how desperate you are."
He found it a bit amusing to see the boy so blatantly bad mouth the clan he was a part of, right in the middle of their base of operations no less. It took one person overhearing it for his life to be over, but stretching his senses, Toji noticed no one was in earshot, his two pursuers staying at the perfect distance that he wouldn't be able to reach them in a single second.
Clever.
Although, they had eyes, and his own enhanced eyesight saw the confusion and rising anger dancing across their faces as they perched on a faraway rooftop.
The kid would be taught a lesson just for simply talking to him.
"I don't care!" the boy practically hissed. "Plase, take me with you."
Toji met dark eyes that almost shook by how much emotion they held back.
Toji shrugged, "Let me guess, you some side branch kid who gets beaten by the main branch brats? Oh, and let's toss in being bullied and treated as a servant?"
His eyes roamed over the boy, noticing the familiar feeling of cursed energy, something that made the air just above a person's skin a tiny bit colder than the environment around them.
"Just kiss some ass kid," Toji twitched his lips in a faint smile. "You got cursed energy, so they might just treat you like a window, even if your cursed technique isn't up to snuff."
It made sense, if his cursed technique was strong they wouldn't be treating him this way at all. They would have married him off to someone in the main branch, no matter if it was a cousin. He would have some sway, would be forced to take a binding vow to sire children, then he would be used as a sorcerer that Jujutsu Society could lord around and would give them another person on the inside.
It had happened more often than one would think.
The boy grit his teeth, contemplating something before he sighed heavily.
He looked right at Toji, not shying away in the slightest,"My Cursed Technique allows me to temporarily erase the technique of someone I look at as long as I dont blink."
Something in the air changed, as if a being greater than any human had appeared, hailing from a higher plane of pure existence who had stepped into the world to witness it itself.
It deemed what he said correct.
"Holy shit." Toji couldn't hide his grin even if he wanted to. "That's one hell of a hail mary kid."
The boy nodded, "So will you take me with you?"
Toji hummed, contemplating it for a few moments. He had nowhere particularly to be. He had a few contacts that would be salivating at the fact they didn't have to go through the Zenin clan to get his services. They wouldn't even care if it came as a slight to the clan to employ him, money was money, and there was always someone who needed to die.
A cursed technique that can temporarily erase others?
That sounded like easy money.
"You got any Yen on you?" Toji asked as an afterthought.
The determination on the kid's face faltered, and his eyes shifted to the side as if he remembered something obvious.
"I got-"
"It was a joke." Toji cut him off, turning to walk as he called back. "It's not like you will be getting a big cut from my contracts anyways."
He didn't look back, as he could hear the small thuds of footsteps in the snow behind him, something deep inside him stirring at the thought of having someone else to work with.
He clicked his tongue and shoved it down, the realization that it was going to be annoying to have to drag him around surfacing instead.
Oh well, he could smell the cash already filling his pockets, all he had to do was kill some people or a few cursed spirits to get it.
"Hey." The kid said through heavy breathing.
Toji glanced back to see he was scrambling to keep up with him.
"You got some food I can eat?"
Toji ignored him and looked back ahead.
"Is that a no?"
Maybe he should go to that underground gambling ring first, he heard they got a few new things to play with.
"Toji?"
Ahh, things were really looking up, it seemed like his good luck streak was just about to start.
"Hello?"