Tokyo, Japan.
Itadori Yuji stood alone in the middle of Shibuya crossing. The lights flickered. The people passed. No curses. No screams. No death. Just... silence.
It had been three years since the last curse appeared.
Sorcerers retired. The Jujutsu schools closed their gates. Even the higher-ups vanished, as though their purpose dissolved into thin air.
Yuji scratched the back of his neck. "Is this what we fought for...?"
No answer came.
Sukuna was gone. Or maybe sealed. Maybe erased. Gojo had vanished without a trace after the final battle, and with him went any trace of cursed energy's wild nature.
Yuji's life became normal. Too normal. Like a world without shadows.
But lately, his dreams had changed.
Each night, he saw a man draped in black armor, eyes glowing violet, walking through a ruined field of corpses... followed by shadows that moved like soldiers. And in every dream, the man would look at him.
And whisper:
"You're not free. Not yet."
Meanwhile Dimensional Rift, Beyond the Void
Sung Jin-Woo stood at the edge of a shattered portal, arms folded. Igris knelt beside him, waiting in silence.
"Another world gone still," Jin-Woo murmured, staring into the quiet flow of cursed energy. "No war. No natural death. Just... suspended peace."
Beru emerged from the portal behind him, wings folded, hissing low in warning.
"Monarch-nim… this world feels unnatural. There is someone suppressing the balance."
Jin-Woo nodded. "I know. It's like something or someone sealed chaos itself."
His hand hovered over Kamish's Rune Stone, which pulsed.
"This world... doesn't need a hero. It needs a breaker."
Back in Tokyo
Yuji walked past a jujutsu relic store closed down. He stopped, staring at a rusted dagger on display behind the dusty glass.
But something was wrong.
The dagger moved just slightly. It twitched.
He blinked.
The glass cracked.
And then a voice echoed inside his head:
"Inheritor... awaken."