"Ichi! Satoru!"
Geto Suguru's voice trembled with emotion. He was so overwhelmed that he could barely speak. Their bond was stronger than in the original timeline, and now, their emotional expressions were completely different.
After all—who doesn't have someone they care about?
"I see. It's a good thing to make a fuss," James said softly.
He was happy too, of course. But it was hard to smile when the right side of his body was in constant pain. And in the back of his mind lingered thoughts of Kamo Katsuhiko and Inugami Sashi...
Gojo Satoru opened his eyes. His vision focused on the two figures hovering over him, and finally, the famed Six Eyes locked onto James' charred, battered body.
"...Looks like I came back late."
"It's enough that you came back!"
James jabbed him with his elbow—not too hard, but with enough force to say, "You idiot."
From that moment on, perhaps the arrogant Gojo Satoru would never quite be the same again.
Gojo accepted the elbow silently. It was his fault, and a rare look of guilt flickered in his pale blue eyes.
"Then leave the rest to me."
He stood, sweeping the battlefield with his Six Eyes. Then, without another word, he turned to the east and vanished in a flash.
Well, Gojo Satoru was still Gojo Satoru.
"He..." Geto Suguru hesitated, worry written all over his face. It was hard not to be concerned. A man covered in blood claiming to be "fine" wasn't exactly reassuring.
"Believe in him," James replied calmly. "Who knows? He might really be the strongest in modern times."
With that, James sat down cross-legged and began channeling energy to repair his battered body. Geto Suguru looked at him in surprise, then sat beside him to guard him silently.
The strongest in modern times? he thought. That should be you...
A breeze swept gently across the ruined land, carrying with it the dust of destruction. The air floated over deep craters, shattered earth, and a vast canyon that tore across the horizon—evidence of the earth-shaking battle that had just taken place.
---
Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru was teleporting from place to place, rapidly covering ground. He reached the eastern sector and found several massive black spheres—Domain Expansions, unmistakably from Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
Without hesitation, he raised two fingers. Ultimate positive energy condensed at his fingertips. If Cang used spatial absorption to create reverse gravity, then He used positive energy to generate overwhelming impact.
"Huh!"
With a blinding flash, one of the black spheres shattered instantly. Inside were several severely injured Jujutsu masters, along with a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, its body already pierced by Gojo's precision strike.
The Jujutsu masters seized the moment to finish it off.
Gojo didn't stop. He repeated the process, clearing the eastern battlefield, then used Cang again to teleport to the next hotspot.
The strongest model worker!
Even James had to admit—his own efficiency couldn't match this. Gojo's Limitless technique wasn't just powerful, it was absurdly practical. In some ways, it outclassed Kujuku Yuki's Star Fury entirely.
> Kujuku Yuki: "Can you not be so rude?"
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As the sun began to set, the surviving Jujutsu masters treated their wounds with basic first aid. Supporting one another, they began to make their way off the battlefield.
Gojo Satoru personally carried James to a remote place to help him recuperate.
Elsewhere, Kagome Takeshi took responsibility for escorting Inumaki, Akari Takekuma, and Kamo Katsuhiko back to their respective families.
Peace finally returned. A strange, still silence—the calm after the storm—settled over the land.
The battlefield was soon swarmed by cleanup crews. They arrived at the ruins of a once-vibrant city, staring in awe at the canyon that stretched across the skyline. Their jaws dropped. There was no hiding this from the public.
And sure enough—by the next day, the Jujutsu world officially announced its existence.
The Japanese government issued a public apology for concealing information about Curses and promised that Jujutsu masters would now step up to protect ordinary lives. A joint alliance was formed. Senior government officials even bowed solemnly on national television as cameras clicked and reporters scrambled to cover the event.
Meanwhile, James was lounging in a peaceful courtyard, watching Master Craftsmanship on TV while munching potato chips.
"Really? Jujutsu executives pretending to be innocent now?" he muttered between bites. "Instead of hiding in secret, couldn't a few of you have gone to Hogwarts or something? Learned real magic? Come back a little better prepared?"
He stretched lazily, then set his chips and cola aside and turned off the TV.
"A rare moment of peace," he sighed.
Since arriving in the Jujutsu world, James hadn't slept properly. His days were a whirlwind of training, missions, and relentless self-discipline.
"At least for now… things might finally calm down."
With that thought in mind, he resolved to slow down. There was no rush. The heart of a warrior—the so-called "sword heart"—should be polished daily. Letting dust settle on it was unacceptable.
---
While James enjoyed his otaku downtime, Geto Suguru had already made his way to the Inugami residence.
Each step he took felt heavy, as if burdened by the grief in his chest. He knocked gently on the door.
A small boy eventually opened it, his eyes swollen from crying.
It was Inumaki Toge. Geto recognized him immediately—Inugami Sashi's only child. His mother had passed away years ago, and father and son had lived alone ever since.
Patting Toge's head gently, Geto spoke with care.
"I'm your father's friend. Before he left… he asked me to take care of you. Would that be okay?"
Geto Suguru wanted to adopt the child. Not only to repay Inugami Sashi for saving his life—but because it aligned with his own principles.
Yet somehow, the adoption process was stuck. It made no sense. Inumaki Toge had cursed energy and no other relatives. As a high-ranking Jujutsu master, Geto Suguru was the most qualified person to raise him.
Fed up with the red tape, Geto decided to come in person and take the boy away.
Inumaki Toge nodded slowly, tears brimming again—but didn't speak. Like many children in the Jujutsu world, he had learned to endure grief in silence. Even after hearing of his father's death, he just covered his mouth and cried without a sound.
Geto's heart ached as he pulled the boy into a hug.
"From now on, you'll stay with me. I'll teach you everything I know. I won't let you get hurt again."
And just like that, they left.
Where once a quiet, loving household had existed, there was now only silence.
---
"Have you heard about the Jujutsu Masters?"
"Are you kidding? All of Japan is talking about it."
"Talking is one thing. Would you dare to confront them?"
"No way. But... I heard even regular people might have cursed power?"
"I heard a Jujutsu school is opening soon?"
"Actually, one for every major region. Makes sense, right? Curse activity is only getting worse."
"Man… I wish I had supernatural powers too…"
That's right. In the face of increasing Cursed Spirit appearances, the Jujutsu community made a bold decision: to loosen the rules and establish schools across the country.
Most people with cursed power still came from Jujutsu lineages. But once in a while, a rare gem—someone like James—would appear. A complete outsider, yet capable of shaking the entire system.
By now, the image of James wielding his blade had gone viral online. People forwarded it endlessly, traveled to Fukuoka City to see the massive canyon he'd carved—and even knelt in reverence before it.
His strength was no longer a secret.
---
And yet, while the world buzzed with excitement, deep beneath an ordinary schoolyard...
Inside a rusted iron box, hidden beneath layers of concealment, sat a grotesque, shriveled finger wrapped in oil paper. A cursed object. And its power was growing.
The aura of evil was intensifying.
No matter how much peace they hoped for—
A new era was already beginning.
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