Tokyo Airport.
An airplane flying from the African region to Japan was parked in the spacious tarmac area, and passengers steadily disembarked from the cabin. The entire scene was orderly and peaceful.
"Phew~ I finally got off. This plane is so slow. If I weren't afraid of being identified as a missile by the National Security Agency, I would have just teleported back."
Gojo Satoru, wearing sunglasses, slowly followed the crowd out of the airplane cabin, muttering that Principal Yaga, who had become the spokesperson connecting the Jujutsu World and ordinary society, needed to have a good talk with the Ministry of Defense to create a special channel for him in the identification system.
Mumbling aside, Gojo Satoru was in an excellent mood. His business trip to the African region was not only to help the Jujutsu Sorcerers there exorcise powerful Cursed Spirits but also because he suspected Africa hid many miraculous Cursed Tools, and he wanted to see if he could find something that could help his Older Sister break her Binding Vow.
And judging by the results, he really did find it. Although the process was full of twists and turns, the Cursed Tool that could forcefully dissolve a Jujutsu Sorcerer's Binding Vow was now in Gojo Satoru's hands. In his view, having this item would allow his Older Sister to return to her original state.
"Once I give this Cursed Tool to Older Sister and she recovers, I'm going to immediately challenge her to a fight. Compared to her, who has had a year-long blank period, I've been getting stronger every moment. Even if the title of [Older Brother] only lasts for a few months, I will become [Older Brother]!"
The raging fire named 'Older Brother' once again ignited in Gojo Satoru's eyes. Although this flame had been extinguished countless times, Gojo Satoru always managed to resurrect it afterward.
He was confident he could defeat Chinatsu. In fact, if he couldn't defeat Chinatsu, who had a year-long blank period, then he wouldn't be Gojo Satoru.
Confidence was one thing, but the experience of constantly being suppressed by Chinatsu also told Gojo Satoru that he had to be quick, precise, and ruthless. If he gave Chinatsu time to develop, the outcome of their match would once again become an unknown.
However, adhering to the mentality of being Older Brother for one day is better than none, Gojo Satoru couldn't suppress the smile on his face. If he weren't handsome enough, his idiotic grin would surely have led the surrounding passengers to think he was mentally deficient.
Following the flow of people out of the airplane cabin, Gojo Satoru, still grinning foolishly, arrived at the airport's waiting hall. He turned his head and looked around. After a quick scan with his sharp Six Eyes, he couldn't find Geto Suguru, who was supposed to pick him up.
"Where is Suguru? Hasn't he arrived yet? That shouldn't be right. With his personality, he's always early, never late. Did something major happen that delayed him?"
Gojo Satoru tilted his head in confusion, three large question marks seemingly floating above him. His solitary presence in the waiting hall contrasted sharply with the surrounding scene of passengers reuniting with friends and family who had come to meet them.
"Suguru is so slow~"
Gojo Satoru, waiting in place, stomped his foot softly. He didn't take out his phone to send a message urging Geto Suguru, knowing that Geto Suguru would definitely come to pick him up. He decided to just wait for fifteen minutes first.
Gojo Satoru slowly walked over to a row of benches in the waiting hall and sat down. He crossed his hands over his abdomen, slightly lifted his head, and slowly closed his eyes.
Since mastering the Reverse Cursed Technique, sleep had become non-essential for a Jujutsu Sorcerer possessing the Rikugan and Limitless. Sleeping only two or three hours a day was normal, and even going several days without sleeping for a minute would not cause any problems.
With great power comes great responsibility.
In the Jujutsu World, where the gap between the upper and lower classes was immense, the mortality rate for the already scarce Jujutsu Sorcerers was astonishingly high. As a result, the stronger Jujutsu Sorcerers often undertook more missions to alleviate the burden on the weaker ones.
This was a responsibility as heavy as a mountain.
Even while riding the plane back home just now, Gojo Satoru hadn't lowered his guard to sleep. Instead, after boarding the aircraft, he diligently observed every passenger, using his Rikugan to determine if there were any Jujutsu Sorcerers present inside the plane.
This was to prevent Curse Users from causing mischief on the plane. Since the Jujutsu World connected with normal society, many pursued Curse Users chose to throw caution to the wind, and Jujutsu Sorcerers spent considerable effort stopping these dangerous individuals.
Even when Gojo Satoru sat in the window seat, his eyes were looking out the window at the scenery outside the plane. In this situation, he could have chosen to sleep, but having gone without sleep for a long time, he subconsciously ignored the possibility of rest.
But at this moment, Gojo Satoru, who had simply closed his eyes intending to wait quietly, unknowingly drifted into slumber. In this dream, he saw many things that had not yet happened.
The death of Riko.
Geto's descent into darkness.
The tragedy of Shibuya.
His own death.
Although the scenes in the dream were blurry and abstract, they still jolted Gojo awake, forcing him to open his eyes, cold sweat involuntarily dripping down his cheeks.
Just as he was about to ponder what exactly he had dreamt about, he realized that many people were standing in front of him. One person's extended fingers had somehow passed through the wall of Limitless Defense and were approaching his head.
Snap!
A crisp flick struck Gojo Satoru's forehead. Such a familiar sense of pain swept over Gojo's nerves. He no longer needed to look up to see who was in front of him; he could never forget this feeling.
"Older Sister... you... all of you?"
Gojo Satoru looked up at Chinatsu, who was slightly bending over in front of him. At the same time, he noticed Geto Suguru, Shoko, and others standing behind Chinatsu. He had only arranged for Geto Suguru to pick him up, yet so many people had shown up.
For a moment, Gojo Satoru even ignored the fact that Chinatsu had recovered the use of the Limitless Cursed Technique. He just found the scene before him unbelievable, to the point where he wanted to reach up and pinch his cheek hard to see if he was still dreaming.
Of course, this was definitely not a dream.
Chinatsu smiled faintly, then boldly placed a hand on Gojo Satoru's head, vigorously rubbing his hair while laughing and opening her mouth.
"Satoru, welcome back!"
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The main text officially ends here, but next, I plan to write some short side stories for a few important characters, such as an Itadori side story, a Fushiguro side story, and a Kugisaki side story. Each will only be 1-2 chapters, so overall, there won't be many. My main goal is to flesh out these characters a bit more.