Yoru knelt on one knee before the stone slab where he had just buried the 'Experience Card.' In his deep, dark red eyes, a madness and determination brighter than the stars flickered.
Besides the inheritance of absolute power, he had to leave an 'eye' at the end of this timeline—one capable of completely overturning the future's chess game of despair.
"Kenjaku, do you really think you can start the Culling Game in peace just by escaping?"
"Sukuna, do you think that after your revival, you can trample over everything as recklessly as you did a thousand years ago?"
"And you rotten oranges at the top, do you really believe you can keep hiding behind the scenes, safely sucking the marrow out of this world?"
Yoru whispered to himself, a chilling sneer curling at the corners of his mouth.
From the inside of his tattered black trench coat, he pulled out several special sheets of parchment, custom-made by the system to resist the erosion of time to the maximum extent.
His fingertips moved slightly.
He didn't use a pen. Instead, he used his finger as a stylus, quickly sketching mysterious characters and hidden marks that only specific people could understand.
These were the last three letters he was leaving for this world.
The first letter was for the white-haired idiot who spent all day saying 'I'm the strongest,' but was actually lonelier and gentler than anyone else—Satoru Gojo.
Satoru Gojo.
"Satoru, by the time you see this letter, I've probably already fucked off back to the future."
"Don't miss me too much. After all, soon you'll meet a version of me holding a rusty iron bar, looking completely lost."
"Remember, that's me just arriving in this world. It's my damn rookie phase."
"Don't try to pry into his secrets, and definitely don't use those annoying Six Eyes of yours to scare him."
"What you need to do is lead him through the gates of Jujutsu High as quickly as possible, before any of those rotten oranges at the top find him."
"And by the way, take good care of him, because he... is this world's only hope."
Yoru didn't write any blatant spoilers about the 'Shibuya Incident' or the 'Prison Realm' in the letter.
He knew Satoru Gojo too well.
If he told him directly about the future sealing, given Satoru's pride, he wouldn't avoid it. Instead, he'd jump straight into the trap to drag Kenjaku out for a beating.
If that happened, the trajectory of history would collapse uncontrollably.
Once the butterfly effect went wild, people like Riko Amanai, Yu Haibara, and even Suguru Geto—whose fates he had finally managed to reverse—might be swept back into an unknown abyss of death.
Therefore, Yoru could only guide Satoru Gojo in this extremely subtle way.
To make him the strongest shield for the 'rookie Yoru.'
The second letter was for the close friend who was about to vanish into endless darkness and bear the infamy of being the 'Most Evil Curse User' alone—Suguru Geto.
Suguru Geto.
"Suguru, the days ahead might be even harder than you imagine."
"But I need you to survive. Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, keep a death grip on every move Kenjaku makes."
"Don't show your face easily, and don't try to contact the version of me that just crossed over."
"What you need to do is become the hidden blade that cuts through all conspiracies when he's about to face Mahito, the Special Grade curses, or even the desperation of Sukuna."
"Remember our promise."
"'When the crimson blade light illuminates the Shibuya night sky once more, that will be the day we overturn the entire jujutsu world together!'"
Yoru's fingertips paused slightly.
The image of Suguru Geto's tired yet relieved smile surfaced in his mind, and a wave of bitterness and respect washed over him.
He knew how heavy this entrustment was for Suguru Geto.
But he had no other choice.
For the final victory and a new world without regrets, they all had to make sacrifices.
As for the third letter.
Yoru thought for a moment and wrote down that old-fashioned, serious name—the one who protected his own more than anyone else in critical moments—Masamichi Yaga.
"Principal, it's Yoru."
"Don't be surprised why this letter appeared in the hidden compartment under your desk drawer."
"I just want to remind you of one thing."
"In the future, if a freshman named Yoru enrolls, please make sure to block all the malicious probing from the higher-ups for him."
"Because he will be your strongest trump card when you face those old fossils at the General Headquarters in the future."
At the end of the letter, Yoru also subtly mentioned some breakthrough directions regarding Panda's complete form.
It was a small gift left for the old principal who had always supported them silently.
"Phew..."
Having done all this.
Yoru breathed a long sigh of relief and folded the three letters neatly.
He stuffed them into a special iron box engraved with sealing techniques and buried it deep under the stone slab pressing down on the 'Experience Card.'
Looking at the ruins now covered again with soil.
Yoru stood up, brushed the dust off his hands, and his eyes held an unprecedented sense of karmic completion.
The inheritance of power.
Guidance for the future.
Foreshadowing to change fate.
He had done everything he could to the absolute limit!
Time was like a giant circle with its beginning connected to its end.
And Yoru had finally grasped the paintbrush of destiny in these ruins, forcefully drawing this most critical and incredible stroke!
"Now, it's up to my future self..."
[Narrative:]
(However, Yoru didn't know at this moment.)
(He had underestimated the inviolable, absolute authority of the laws of space-time!)
(And even more, he underestimated the terrifying repulsive force of a timeline that had been forcefully distorted for ten whole years when it attempted to self-correct!)
(In this long river of time that had already undergone severe deviation, the space-time correction force was like an enraged ancient beast, crazily devouring the causality that did not belong to this era.)
(Due to the uncertainty of space-time and the violent butterfly effect.)
(The Special Grade Cursed Tool 'Shiranui' he had just buried—the old partner that had accompanied him in slaying countless powerful enemies.)
(Under the washing of ten years and the erosion of space-time laws, it ultimately failed to withstand its fate of collapse.)
(Its blade would shatter bit by bit, weather away, and finally dissipate completely into the soil.)
(And the letters carrying his heart and blood, along with the future information, would be erased and decomposed bit by bit alongside the special iron box during the violent tremors of space-time.)
(In the end, not even a scrap of paper would be left for this world.)
(This was the price for forcefully interfering with the timeline!)
(Only the 'Experience Card,' forcefully transformed by system privilege, survived this terrifying space-time purge because it existed beyond the underlying rules of the Jujutsu Kaisen world.)
(Besides that.)
(At the final moment of Shiranui's collapse, its remaining warmth and the inextinguishable sword intent of Sun Breathing miraculously fused with a piece of scrap rebar in the depths of the ruins!)
(That ordinary piece of rusty, reddish-brown rebar.)
(Because it was forcefully infused with that ultimate solar power, it would reappear in the world one day in an absurd yet fated manner!)
(That precisely corresponded to the beginning of the entire story.)
(In the hands of the boy who had just crossed over, facing the death threat of a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, filled with despair and confusion...)
(The only life-saving straw he could grasp!)
Fate just loves to play jokes like that.
It stripped away Yoru's carefully prepared future guide, yet passed down the sparks of power in the most primal way.
Above the ruins.
The night wind gradually subsided, and the heat generated by the fierce battle began to slowly cool.
Yoru took a deep breath, pushing all the complex thoughts from his mind.
He had done what needed to be done.
Next came the farewell that spanned across time and space.
Just as he turned around to take one last look at Jujutsu High, which carried so many of his memories.
Whoosh—
A familiar, arrogant, and even slightly anxious aura appeared less than two meters behind him without warning.
No fluctuation of cursed energy, no sound of tearing air.
It was as if he had teleported out of thin air!
Yoru's steps faltered slightly, but he didn't turn back. Instead, a faint, somewhat helpless smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"What? Has the great Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of the Modern Era learned the trick of scaring people silently from behind?"
Yoru's voice echoed through the empty ruins, sounding exceptionally calm.
"Are you leaving?"
Satoru Gojo's voice came from behind.
Gone was his usual heartless playfulness and lofty arrogance.
At this moment, Satoru Gojo's voice was terrifyingly low, carrying a heavy weight of oppression and reluctance.
This strongest jujutsu sorcerer, who possessed the Six Eyes and could see through all flow of cursed energy and truths of the world.
He stood quietly behind Yoru.
He wasn't wearing his iconic black blindfold.
Those Eyes of the Blue Sky, sparkling like a galaxy and deep as the firmament, were fixed intensely on Yoru's back.
And within the ultimate vision of the Six Eyes.
Satoru Gojo saw a scene that made his soul tremble slightly.
The flow of time on Yoru's body had completely collapsed!
The laws of space around him were twisting wildly, rejecting him.
Yoru's body was like the static on an old television set about to lose its signal, flickering and blurring at a visible speed!
He was like a fading phantom.
Being ruthlessly erased from this world, bit by bit, by some invisible and absolutely irresistible grand power!
Facing Satoru Gojo's near-interrogative whisper.
Yoru slowly turned around.
He looked at this man, his first friend in this world, who was both a teacher and a companion.
He looked at those blue eyes reflecting his own ethereal silhouette.
The helplessness on Yoru's face gradually faded, replaced by a brilliant, relieved smile.
He knew this wasn't just a simple farewell.
It was a fated handover spanning an entire decade!
Meeting Satoru Gojo's gaze that seemed intent on seeing through him, Yoru slightly raised his chin and softly spoke the words that had already been destined:
"Yes. My time... is up."
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