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Summer vacation was coming to an end, and the air carried that bittersweet atmosphere that always accompanied the close of a season.
In his aunt's car, Ryosuke stared at his phone screen, where messages of encouragement from his mother scrolled by. Despite the slight nostalgia creeping in, he couldn't help but smile at the part where she mentioned his little sister. She wrote that she was already sulking, unable to accept that he would be gone for so long. The thought made him smile even more.
At the wheel, Yuki watched him discreetly.
"Are you going to be okay?"
Ryosuke turned his eyes toward her and nodded confidently. "Yeah. It's just a goodbye, after all. I'll do everything I can to visit them as soon as possible."
Yuki nodded. "And you know, they can always come visit you too. The school has more than enough resources to offer them a little trip."
She shrugged and added with a smile: "You know, it's not really in my nature to be so involved with family. But since one of my nephews decided he was going to become… a jujutsu sorcerer, I figured I had to step in and support him a little, right?"
Then, with a mischievous wink: "Though I'm sure you would've managed just fine without me. With your talent… let's just say, completely absurd."
Ryosuke stifled a laugh. Then, in a calmer voice, he let out a question that had been bothering him for a while. "So, what exactly am I supposed to do there?"
Yuki's face softened, but her eyes grew serious. "Listen, with your current level, you're already in the special grade category, Ryosuke. You're gifted—excessively so. But being powerful isn't enough. You still need to learn to make allies, build relationships, create a network. It's not just an advantage; it's a necessity. In the jujutsu world, knowing who you can rely on is just as important."
Ryosuke nodded. He understood his aunt's logic, even if he sometimes struggled to picture himself in that world of social strategies and alliances. To him, power had always held a different meaning, a more personal, almost solitary function.
For a long while, he stared at the road ahead, lost in thought.
The past weeks had been intense. He had worked tirelessly, delving into techniques and concepts. He had reached a level he himself described as monstrous. And yet, an odd fear weighed on his heart: the fear of losing himself, of letting his power consume who he truly was. To prevent that, he had imposed strict, almost ritualistic rules on himself, a discipline that helped him maintain balance.
But even with that discipline, part of him remained on edge. Sometimes he felt as if he were walking a thin invisible wire, as fragile as shattered glass. He wondered if, deep down, he would eventually end up questioning everything.
Then there were his goals, which had evolved alongside him. It was no longer just about wanting to protect his family and friends, or even ensuring their safety. There was something else now, a more personal, almost selfish motivation he admitted only to himself. The truth was, he was seeking to escape boredom.
And so, Ryosuke began to accept a reality common to the strongest: that strange, often misunderstood mindset of constantly pushing one's limits—not out of duty or obligation, but from an intrinsic need to transcend the ordinary. Because, at its core, power had that peculiar trait. It shaped those who held it, driving them to become more and more, until they transformed into someone they had never imagined being.
The car sped along the winding road, surrounded by green hills and fields shaded in yellows and greens.
"You know," Yuki said after a pause, "I know better than anyone that sometimes, when you have unusual abilities, you can feel… different. But you know what? That's no reason to shut yourself off, you stubborn kid."
Ryosuke shook his head with a smile. "I'm not shutting myself off, auntie. I just want to… figure it all out, in my own way."
"Your own way? Hm, interesting," she said with a smile, as if she understood perfectly. "But trust me. Strength alone won't be enough. Over there, you'll have to learn to open up to others, to trust. It's not so bad, believe me. You might even make a few good friends. And who knows, maybe one of them will have an ability even weirder than yours!"
They burst into laughter, for a moment. But once the laughter faded, Ryosuke sank back into his thoughts.
Unfortunately for his aunt, he already knew exactly who awaited him.
The only one who could be interesting is Mr. Gojo, and he's not here.
It wasn't arrogance—just the truth about Ryosuke's current level.
Anyway, let's make connections like auntie said. You never know.
Even if none would be his equal, Kyoto was full of lost souls Ryosuke might end up saving.
Finally, the car slowed, and he saw a building in the distance. It rose majestically, imposing and almost intimidating, with its massive architecture and walls that seemed to reach for the sky.
Yuki turned off the engine and looked at him with a crooked smile. "Well, here we are."
Ryosuke took a deep breath and smiled at his aunt before nodding.
He opened the door, grabbed his bag, and stepped out with determined strides.
Ryosuke and Yuki passed through the great stone gate marking the entrance to the jujutsu high school grounds. A long stone staircase stretched before them, rising in an endless series of worn steps.
Before Ryosuke spread a vast forest of cedars and pines, their towering heights forming a natural canopy above the stone paths. Overhead, the deep blue sky pierced through the foliage, casting a soft light that filtered down in a mosaic of glowing patches.
From where he stood, Ryosuke could see the rugged outline of the mountains, their peaks shrouded in low-hanging clouds, like a sanctuary cut off from the rest of the world. Crystal-clear rivers wound below, weaving between smooth stones.
His eyes settled on the distant waterfalls cascading down the slopes, the water shimmering under the sunlight. Moss-covered rocks and wildflowers sprouted from the undergrowth, adding vibrant touches of color here and there.