This Weather Is Suitable for Moving to Tokyo

Akesato's body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head as if his joints were rusted.

Standing outside the open door was a woman.

She looked to be around forty, somewhat similar to Akesato, yet not entirely.

The similarity lay in their black hair and black eyes, their high-level attractiveness, and the identical gentle curve of their eyebrows and the corners of their eyes.

The difference was in their facial features and the aura hidden beneath them.

Akesato's gentleness was often a practiced facade, making him appear more harmless, like a sharp sword usually kept sheathed.

The woman's gentleness, however, was genuine, emanating from her very being. She was graceful, like a legendary Yamato Nadeshiko, her demeanor ingrained into her bones.

Yet, this very woman made Akesato feel like a mouse facing a cat. He stammered, "You, why are you here?"

"My son goes out at night, can't his mother be concerned?" She was Akesato's mother, Akemi.

"Yes, of course, you can."

Akesato nodded frantically, then stealthily glanced at the Gardevoir beside him.

She, who had been standing opposite him moments ago, had somehow moved to the side, kneeling gracefully, projecting an image of perfect obedience.

With Gardevoir's abilities, she had long detected the person outside the door. But it was Akesato's mother, the second most familiar person to her, someone who would absolutely never harm Akesato. There was no need for defense.

Akesato clearly realized this too and secretly resolved to always ask Gardevoir about her mother's whereabouts next time, to avoid being ambushed.

Akesato had many secrets, and even more unspeakable deeds. He didn't want to tell even his mother, with whom he shared a deep bond.

He tentatively asked, "Mom, do you know everything?"

"Yes, I've always known. That you go out every so often at night, that there are Cursed Spirits in the village, that you deliberately don't fully exorcise them, leaving a little 'spark'."

Akemi closed the door and knelt on the tatami mat, gesturing for Akesato to sit down as well.

Since she had chosen this time to confront her son, she wouldn't hold back any longer.

"Don't forget, I married into the Kamo family. My Jujutsu Sorcerer skills aren't lacking. That person sent us here with the intention of having me responsible for maintaining local purity and preventing Cursed Spirits from causing harm."

Akesato scoffed, a fake smile on his face. "As expected of the head of one of the Three Great Families, everything is handled flawlessly."

Akemi's eyelids twitched slightly. She seemed about to say something, then stopped, and asked, "You said you wanted to have a showdown with me earlier. What kind of showdown?"

"Moving. This place is remote and isolated, with no future or development. All the young people have left, and the elderly are either moving away or have passed on. Soon, this place will be completely in the past. Where there are no people, Cursed Spirits won't continue to be born. With Cursed Spirits completely eradicated now, there's no need for us to stay here. The weather has been nice lately, perfect for..."

Akesato trailed off here, unable to continue because Akemi's expression had grown increasingly serious as their conversation progressed.

She said, "This is your father's decision, the head of the Kamo family. Have you considered the consequences of defying it?"

"I have. The possibility of them not knowing is the highest. The agreed-upon five years have passed, and then three more. The people monitoring us haven't returned.

Even if they did know, the probability of them turning a blind eye is also quite high. After all, eight years have passed. What needed to be decided has been decided, and what needed to be buried has been buried."

"What if the Kamo family takes action?"

That was the Kamo family, after all. One of Japan's oldest Jujutsu Sorcerer families, with deep foundations and immense power.

"It's fine. I'm no longer the person I was. Even if my cheap old man himself comes, it won't be a big deal. With Gardevoir here, as long as we don't encounter a Special Grade, there's no problem."

At this moment, the gentleness on Akesato's face completely vanished, replaced by a sharpness Akemi had never seen before. This sword, hidden for eight years, no, sixteen years, was finally revealing its edge.

Even a sliver of it was enough to make one tremble.

Sensing the change in her master's state of mind, Gardevoir let out a different cry than before.

It sounded like "Sha," but also like "Sha" (kill)!

Pleasant emotions were Gardevoir's preference, but loyalty was her creed. At her master's command, she could become the sharpest sword and the sturdiest shield.

With eight years of unspoken understanding, Akesato didn't need to say much. Gardevoir naturally knew what to do.

Without changing her kneeling posture, an invisible force surged out. This was Gardevoir's signature move, and the hallmark of Psychic-type Pokémon—Psychic.

Interfering with the world through mental power, manipulating objects.

Chairs, tables, computers, beds, bookshelves—everything in the room floated, suspended in the air under Gardevoir's control.

"This is—?"

Akemi's pupils constricted, and she heard Akesato say.

"Mom, please excuse me for a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, Akemi was also captured by Psychic and lifted off the ground.

Akemi was startled at first, then tried to exert her strength to break free from Psychic's interference. But no matter how hard she tried, whether using physical strength or Cursed Energy, she couldn't counteract Gardevoir's Psychic.

"This is just the tip of the iceberg. If Mom wants to see, we can fly outside and let Gardevoir attack with full force."

"No need. The earth and plants have done nothing wrong, there's no need to destroy them."

Although Akemi wasn't an exceptionally powerful Jujutsu Sorcerer, she had fought on the front lines in her youth and seen major battles. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that among the formidable enemies she had faced, including Quasi-Grade 1 and Grade 1 Cursed Spirits, none possessed the immense power of Gardevoir.

With such strength, it was no wonder Akesato was so confident.

Seeing Akemi shake her head, Akesato didn't press the matter. He gave Gardevoir a look, and she immediately returned everything to its place and released the Psychic.

"Mom, please believe me. I can protect you."

"I believe you."

Hearing Akesato say this, Akemi felt both relieved and a bit melancholic and apprehensive.

"Ari, tell your mother honestly, have you ever thought about returning to the Kamo family, reclaiming everything you lost, and becoming Kamo Noritsuna again?"

"No." Akesato shook his head, very decisively, without a hint of hesitation. "From the day we left the Kamo family, we've had nothing to do with that surname."

"Then, do you still hate the Kamo family and want to take revenge on them?"

Akemi's eyes gazed deeply into her child's, piercing through to his heart.

"To say I don't hate them at all would be a lie, but revenge is out of the question. The child you care about most is still there, and will eventually become the head of the family. My biological parents are also there, and they treated me well before that incident. Severing ties with the Kamo family was my own choice. As long as the Kamo family doesn't provoke me, I won't go looking for trouble with them."

"You are also my most important child."

"I know."

Just as Akemi believed Akesato wasn't lying to her, Akesato also believed Akemi. Their eight years together weren't fake, and Gardevoir's sensitivity to people's hearts wasn't fake either.

"But Mom, this will cause you great pain at some point in the future."

"Why do you say that?" Akemi asked, confused.

"Do you remember what Noriki said when you left? He said he would come to pick you up someday."

Akesato's words caused a flicker of a daze in the woman's eyes. A scene, buried deepest in her memory, rose from the sea of recollection, vivid and clear.

The season of falling leaves, a long slope, a boy about Akesato's age, his eyes red from crying, one hand tugging at her clothes, the other constantly wiping away tears, suppressing his sobs as he asked:

"Why? Why do Mother have to leave?"

Tears streaming down her face, the woman bent down and hugged her biological son tightly, one last time.

"I am here, and I will become a stumbling block for Noriki."

At the last moment before leaving her son, she heard his hoarse yet firm voice.

"I will become strong, and someday, I will bring Mother back. Please wait for me."

As if to reassure the child, the woman nodded, but she didn't look back. Dragging her suitcase, she walked out of the ancient mountain gate along the long path.

Outside the mountain gate stood another child, expressionless, like a puppet to be manipulated.

The woman looked at this child, her face a mask of complex emotions that she couldn't hide – anger, resentment, and a shared pity for their similar plights. Finally, remembering something, her expression softened.

The woman took the boy's hand and said gently, "From now on, we will live together."

The boy gave a soft "Mm" and left with the woman, leaving behind the ancient family with its long history and thousand-year legacy.

This boy was Akesato, who had lived with Akemi for eight years, even changing his surname from Kamo to Akesato.

Banished from the family, the two were forbidden from using the Kamo surname, and all traces of their existence were erased.

The chaotic sea of memories returned to calm, and Akemi sighed, "That was a long time ago. Noriki was just a child."

"Mom, children have excellent memories. Some things, once remembered, are never forgotten," Akesato disagreed. "Don't underestimate children."

"Mom has never underestimated you, neither Noriki nor you."

There was one thing that Akemi had never forgotten, even after eight years.

Her expulsion from the Kamo family was a foregone conclusion, but Akesato, originally named Kamo Noritsuna, could have stayed, just not as the legitimate heir.

Akesato's departure was his own request to his father, the head of the family, and his mother, the wife of the head.

"Since my existence brings shame to Father and Mother, leaving here forever is the best option."

"Even if it's announced to the outside world that I'm not the legitimate heir, with so many people in the family, who can guarantee they won't spread rumors? It would still cause you two hardship."

"Auntie Limi lost a son, she deserves to have a son back. I quite like Auntie Limi."

"Without inheriting a Cursed Technique, I gain nothing in this family, so please let me go."

Akemi happened to be outside the door at the time and heard it all clearly.

In that instant, she felt he wasn't an eight-year-old child, but an adult more thoughtful and cold-blooded than herself.

Akemi didn't know that her feeling was correct.

Although Akesato's body was small, his mind was extraordinary, because an adult soul resided within him.

That's right, the ultimate hidden profession of the former Kamo Noritsuna, now Akesato, was – a Transmigrator.

He understood this world better than anyone, even better than all the native residents of this world, a world known in his previous life as "Jujutsu Kaisen"!