'I vow to love. I vow to heal. I vow to stand by my wife with a respect not deserved of even myself. ' Every single elder at the shrine

shivers

when their clan leader 's blazing gaze

narrows.

Gojo Satoru. Death, himself, in his hauntingly beautiful form.

'And I vow that everyone here - everyone - will know that. '

---

'A-an

initiation?

'

The sweet older women surrounding you don 't look even the

tiniest

ounce as confused as you feel right about now. They hum a low tune, bustling around you in a whirlwind of hands that tug and pull at your decadent robes.

'Ah, it 's just a long-held Gojo tradition, madam- '

Madam -

the word seemed so

strange

still. '-and the young master will make sure to take good care of you. '

'But- '

'

Very

good care. '

Maybe it was the way the fussing crowd around you

burst