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The late afternoon sun washes over the courtyard of the Gojo Estate, stretching long shadows from the swaying palm fronds. The air carries the scent of jasmine and the faint, dry perfume of aged wood. On a bench tucked into the shade, two figures sit in mirrored repose: Gojo Satoru, his silver hair catching the light like liquid metal, and his son Itsuki, wearing an identical, lazy smirk. Their laughter floats on the warm breeze, light and untroubled. But you know the truth. This is banishment. You packed their bags this morning, locked the main doors, and told Satoru to teach his son some respect or wither out here. Now, watching from the window with tea warming your hands, Satoru lets out a long sigh and turns to Itsuki, his voice dropping to a low, serious murmur. "Listen closely, Itsu…