Bab 10: Chapter 9: Just a maid?

Schoolyard dramas, friendships bloom, In cybernetic futures, hope consumes. Giant titans or fox spirits wild, Anime verse, where imagination's compiled.

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Takeshi took more time than he thought would be needed to test out his new abilities, now when he checked the time it was already past 5:45 p.m.

'I should head out now, I wonder if Eliza would have heard that explosion. Well, I know it was big but if she had the glasses up inside the car there is a chance ....' While coming out of the forest Takeshi was thinking if Eliza would be worried for her master.

** on the other side of the forest**

In the tranquil hours of the evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and bathed the world in a warm, golden hue.

'Well I was indeed very deep inside, she must have not heard anything..' akeshi emerged from the depths of the dense forest. He had just experienced a thrilling encounter with a pack of formidable wolves, a testament to his newfound power as the embodiment of Gojo Satoru.

Amidst the settling dust and the fading echoes of the encounter, Takeshi was met with the sight of Eliza, his personal maid, waiting with unwavering concern in her eyes.'Huh, she...definitely heard it, not that it matters.' It's not like I am obliged to tell her my every move.

Her brown hair fluttered in the gentle breeze, and the soft, golden glow of the setting sun cast a warm radiance upon her business suit. Seeing that beautiful scenery unfolding in front of him, his heart skipped a beat 'No, Takeshi don't act like a Beta, You are a Sigma.'

Taking a step closer to her, Takeshi, in his signature casual and playful manner, quirked an eyebrow. "Well, Eliza, you look worried. Did the great Gojo Satoru scare you?"

Eliza's eyes shimmered with a blend of affection and reproach. "Young Master Satoru, even the most powerful individuals have moments when they need someone to look out for them. It's my duty to worry about your well-being."

Takeshi couldn't help but feel touched by her unwavering dedication. Now he wanted to play with her a little.

In a teasing tone, he leaned in a little closer, his playful smile revealing a deeper connection. "You know, Eliza, it might be time for me to start worrying about you. After all, who'll take care of my personal maid if I'm not around?"

A subtle blush colored Eliza's cheeks as she responded, her voice gentle and steadfast. "There's no need for that, Master Satoru. I can take care of myself."

Takeshi observed his personal maid Eliza with fresh eyes, coming to realize the good nature behind her duties 'She sure is a dedicated Maid huh~' .

With a final chuckle, Takeshi gestured toward the car as the sun dipped lower in the sky. "Alright, Eliza, let's get out of here. The adventures of the great Gojo Satoru might just be beginning."

As they left the forest behind, Takeshi couldn't help but wonder how much more the world had in store for him, both as the enigmatic Gojo Satoru and as the person he had become. The destiny of this reborn sorcerer had taken a thrilling and unexpected turn, illuminated by the warm glow of the setting sun and the charming presence of his personal maid, Eliza.

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Inside the car, Takeshi commanded the system to show his newly gained reward after completing his first quest.

'System, show the rewards' Takeshi said in his mind. And a sudden blue going transparent tab opened in front of him, which was only visible to him.

{Ding!}

{Quest completion reward : Beginners pack }

There was a gift box floating in front of the words 'beginners pack'.

{Does the host wants to open the Gift Pack right now?....

/ YES / NO / }

'Yes,' he clicked on the yes without hesitation.

{Opening the reward...}

{Ding!}

{Host has gotten: Limitless Mastery}

{Ding!}

{Host has gotten a new skill : Calm Mind}

'hmm..' He started reading the descriptions of his newly found abilities.

First, he examined the reward labeled "Limitless Mastery." It was a power which allowed him to perform the unlocked Limitless techniques with which he practiced inside the forest with ease. He marveled at the implications of this newfound ability. Limitless Mastery meant he could effortlessly wield the formidable power of the Limitless techniques without the need for intense concentration or effort.

With a hint of a satisfied grin, Takeshi realized that he had taken a significant step in mastering his powers. The Limitless techniques, once mysterious and daunting, were now at his beck and call, a testament to his growing prowess as the embodiment of Gojo Satoru.

'hihihihi! I am HIM bi*ch' Feeling very satisfied he let out a small chuckle which startled Eliza.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed he turned his attention to the other reward, "Calm Mind," Takeshi's curiosity piqued. This skill was a new addition to his repertoire, and he couldn't wait to discover its secrets. As he focused on it, he felt a soothing energy wash over him, as though a serene river flowed through his thoughts.

'Wow, Is this what Momonga(Ainz) feels every time he flusters himself in Overlord?'

Calm Mind had the power to, as the name suggested, calm his mind properly. It was a skill that allowed him to find inner tranquility, to silence the storms of doubt and uncertainty that sometimes raged within him. It was the key to harnessing his powers with poise and control.

With a deep breath and the essence of Calm Mind in his grasp, Takeshi felt a newfound serenity wash over him. He knew that this skill would be invaluable in his journey, a reminder that even in the midst of limitless power and chaos, a calm mind would always be his greatest ally.

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As the sun dipped lower in the evening sky, Takeshi had indeed had quite an extraordinary day. He had died, been reborn as Gojo Satoru, tested his newfound powers in a thrilling forest encounter, and yet, the day was far from over.

Now in the back seat of the luxurious Rolls Royce Ghost, Takeshi's exhaustion caught up with him. He had pushed the limits of his powers, and as the car smoothly glided along the road, Takeshi surrendered to the sweet embrace of slumber.

In his deep and peaceful sleep, Takeshi resembled a god, an epitome of masculine charm. His chiseled features, accentuated by the golden hues of the setting sun, were the very definition of handsome. His hair, tousled by the day's adventures, added a touch of roguish allure.

Eliza, taking occasional glances at him through the rearview mirror, couldn't help but admire Takeshi's striking looks. It was as if she was in the presence of a Greek deity, a sleeping Adonis, and she couldn't deny the surreal quality of the moment.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she whispered to herself, "Well, Master Satoru certainly knows how to make an entrance, even in slumber." She chuckled softly, her voice filled with amusement.

As the car journeyed on, the Rolls Royce Ghost became the stage for a somewhat comical scene. Takeshi, still lost in the world of dreams, had one arm dangling over the side of the seat. It was a comical sight to behold, as if he were rehearsing a dramatic scene in his sleep.

Eliza couldn't help but chuckle at the unintentional theatrics. "Master Satoru, you truly are one of a kind." She marveled at the unpredictable nature of their adventures, as well as the intriguing dynamics that had unfolded between them.

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The day was far from ordinary, and the destiny of the reborn sorcerer had taken a thrilling and unexpected turn. As the Rolls Royce Ghost continued its journey, Takeshi slumbered like a true "Sleeping Beauty," blissfully unaware of the world around him, and Eliza couldn't help but smile, grateful for the humorous and charming moments in their eventful day.

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The journey back from the forest had stretched into a four-hour drive due to the evening traffic. Eliza had been careful not to wake Takeshi, who was still peacefully slumbering in the back seat. It was her first day as Takeshi's personal maid, and she was determined to make it a memorable one.

As the car finally pulled up to the grand entrance of the mansion, Eliza opened the back door with utmost care. She leaned in and, with a gentle touch, softly shook Takeshi. "Master Satoru, we've arrived home."

Takeshi stirred, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the new surroundings. "Ah, we're back," he said with a yawn, still slightly drowsy. He noticed Eliza's considerate approach and couldn't help but compliment her. "You're really good at this, Eliza."

Eliza's face lit up with a hint of pride. "Thank you, Master Satoru. It's my duty to ensure your comfort."

As Takeshi stepped out of the car, he couldn't help but take in the sight of the mansion's grand facade. "Home sweet home," he mused to himself. He couldn't help but wonder about his new life as Gojo Satoru.

Inside the mansion, he was greeted by the head butler, Walter White, a man in his forties who had held his position for some time. Walter had followed in his father's footsteps, inheriting the role when his father had retired at the age of 60.

Takeshi couldn't resist some playful banter with Walter White. "Butler, where are my father and mother?"

Takeshi was still not comfortable in addressing someone as his parents and deep doun he was also scared to meet them.

Walter, with a tone of solemnity, responded, "Master Satoru, they are out of town for an important engagement with the higher-ups of the Jujutsu Society. They'll be gone for a while."

Takeshi, hiding his amusement, muttered a silent prayer of thanks. "Good, I hope they have a long and eventful trip."

Throughout their conversation, Takeshi couldn't resist making subtle jokes about Walter White's name, drawing comparisons to the infamous character from the "Breaking Bad" series.

"Yo! Mr White....I mean Butler, what have you been cooking these days?" Takeshi said while making a smug face.

"Uh..Sorry to disappoint you, young master. the cooking is done by our shefs, but if you want me to cook I can...." Walter White, though somewhat puzzled by Takeshi's remarks, couldn't help but admire the enigmatic young master even more, finding hidden meanings in his jests.

"Ah! no sorry, sorry, I was just joking " Takeshi said adapting a business smile.

"Well, please don't play around with this old man's mind young master, Shall we proceed to the dining area ?" Walter Sujjested while showing Takeshi the way.

"Sure thing, I am hungry anyways" Takeshi walked towards the dining hall with confidence like he owned the place.

As they continued to dinner, the magnificent dining room was adorned with a variety of sumptuous dishes, from sashimi to tempura to steaming bowls of ramen. Eliza, along with other male servants, served with grace and precision.

'I thought they would serve me A steak or something, like in those fantasy novels. But man I am glad they didn't.' Takeshi thought 'Maybe they are serving according Gojo's preference or something?'

Eliza, in her role as the perfect hostess, moved around the table with an air of elegance. She served Takeshi, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of professionalism and affection. In the role of a housewife, she couldn't help but sneak in some playful glances and tender smiles amidst her duties.

'oh!..' Takeshi, amused by the continued confusion of "Mr. Walter White," continued to include subtle jests in his conversation. "Eliza, you really excel at this. Perhaps you should consider becoming a chef. Or, better yet, just keep being you. You're doing a fantastic job."

Eliza's cheeks tinged with a soft pink as she continued to serve, her demeanor a blend of professionalism and the sweet glow of romance. "Thank you, Master Satoru. I'm here to make every moment special."

As the evening unfolded, the grand dining room was filled with laughter, delicious food, and the unspoken promise of an eventful journey ahead. Takeshi, now stepping into the shoes of Gojo Satoru, was discovering that every moment held the potential for adventure, romance, and the unexpected, even if his jests went over the butler's head.

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Takeshi headed to his room after the delightful dinner, savoring the feeling of being back in his mansion. With every step, he couldn't help but ponder the strange twists and turns his life had taken since that ill-fated day when he was hit by a truck. Entering his room, he closed the door behind him, the ornate wood making a satisfying thud.

After entering his room, Takeshi glanced at the posters hanging on the walls. They depicted the main characters from the Digimon anime. He couldn't help but chuckle as he remembered that Gojo had a fondness for Digimon. It was a humorous reminder of the unique situation he now found himself in, as the very character he had admired had become a part of his new reality.

Like Satoru, Takeshi also liked watching Digimon when he was a kid. 'hah, sure brings back the old memories' whenever his father would beat him and his sister after coming home drunk from the office when Takeshi was 6 or 7 year's of age. He would cry and to console him, his elder sister Ella would make him watch Digimon and Doraemon.

He liked Doraemon more than he liked Digimon but that didn't mean he hated the other. He loved them both dearly.

The digital monsters, the adventure, and the endless possibilities of the Digimon world, it was a comforting memory, and Takeshi couldn't help but feel a warm sense of nostalgia as he looked at the posters. In this new life, as he continued to navigate the strange world of sorcery and curses, the connection to his past and the familiarity of Digimon provided a sense of comfort and continuity.

"Ella, I am sorry that...." He remembered of his sister and his voice started becoming inconsistent "I am sorry that I died...B-But, now you can live your life in whatever way you want , without wooring about my college fee or any thing...you can find a suitable partner now..and ..." Takeshi realised that, he might not be able to see Ella ever again.

Now, all the painful memories from his childhood started resurfacing again in his mind.

'Activate Calm Mind'

{Calm Mind skill has been activated...}

His mind became clearer again. Seated at his massive study desk, Takeshi summoned the system he'd gained ever since his rebirth in this strange world. The interface flickered to life before him, displaying the same familiar parameters.