On the ruins of the back mountain of Jujutsu High, scarred and battered...
The laws of time and space finally stopped concealing their terrifying repulsion, issuing their most severe eviction notice!
Yoru's once-solid body was now like smoke being ruthlessly buffeted by a storm, appearing in an extremely unstable, semi-transparent state.
In the surrounding air, countless tiny yet lethal cracks in space-time spread like a crazed spiderweb.
They emitted ear-piercing 'cracks,' as if they would completely shred this outsider who didn't belong to this world at any moment.
In Satoru Gojo's eyes—those 'Eyes of the Blue Sky' as brilliant as a galaxy—the violently fluctuating and even collapsing flow of time on Yoru's body was clearly reflected.
Within the Six Eyes' near-divine field of vision,
Yoru was currently like a phantom gradually fading from a painting, being forcibly stripped away from this reality by some invisible and absolutely irresistible force.
It was a dimensional erasure that made even Satoru Gojo, the strongest, feel a sense of dread!
"Ha, this feeling of being rejected by the whole world... it can't be very comfortable, can it?"
Satoru Gojo suddenly wiped away that rare look of heavy-heartedness.
He casually picked up a broken stone beam from the ruins and sat on it like a heartless thug leader, acting completely at ease.
His tone carried his usual playfulness and arrogance.
But his hands, gripping the edge of the stone beam so tightly that his knuckles were white, completely betrayed his inner turmoil.
Yoru did not argue.
He just turned his head to look at the man who was still masking his concern in the most awkward way, his lips curling into a faint smile.
"Sensei."
Yoru's voice sounded somewhat ethereal as it was torn by the turbulence of space-time, carrying a weight that spanned the years.
"For the past ten years... thank you for your hard work..."
He didn't hide it.
Because he knew that in front of the Six Eyes, any lie was meaningless.
His time was truly up.
Satoru Gojo looked up at the deep night sky and the waning moon obscured by smoke, a flash of extremely complex emotion in his eyes.
"I wouldn't call it hard work."
Satoru Gojo's voice lacked its usual high-and-mighty flippancy, instead carrying a reassuring steadiness.
"Since the newbie version of you is going online tomorrow, as his future teacher, I should probably prepare a little welcoming gift, shouldn't I?"
Satoru Gojo looked at Yoru's already illusory dark red eyes, his mouth splitting into a brash grin.
"If you stayed and we joined forces, those Rotten Oranges in the higher-ups, Kenjaku, Sukuna..."
"We could cleave through them all in one stroke!"
This wasn't just an arrogant declaration; it was Gojo Satoru's purest recognition of Yoru's strength.
Yoru shook his head with a helpless smile.
"If I stay, the future me will never exist."
"If I don't leave, the causality line we worked so hard to correct together will completely collapse."
"This isn't just for me, it's for the future of this world."
Yoru's words fell like a heavy hammer on the silent ruins.
Satoru Gojo fell silent for a moment before letting out a light laugh.
"Ha, being comforted and lectured by a guy like you... that's a first."
"Fine, since you put it that way."
Satoru Gojo pulled the black blindfold from his pocket and slowly put it back on, covering those blue eyes that could see through everything.
"Then I'll wait right here for your newbie account to go live."
"I just hope he won't be scared to tears by a strict teacher like me."
During their seemingly lighthearted yet heavy conversation,
The sound of steady, slightly raspy footsteps slowly approached from the other side of the ruins.
Yoru and Satoru Gojo turned their heads simultaneously.
They saw Suguru Geto, still standing tall in his tattered gojo-kesa.
He stepped over the debris, walking toward them one pace at a time.
Although Shoko's Reverse Cursed Technique had saved his life, his extremely weakened state left his face as pale as paper.
However, there was no longer any madness or hypocrisy in his gaze, only a sense of relief, peace, and determination.
"Yoru, are you leaving?"
Suguru Geto stopped in front of them, his narrow fox-like eyes flickering with complex emotions.
"My time is up, Suguru."
Yoru stood up and solemnly extended his hand toward this close friend who had struggled for ten years, bearing all infamy for the sake of the Great Cause, yet remained true to his heart.
The three of them gathered for one last time.
There were no tears of sorrow, no misery of parting, only a mutual understanding and a promise unique to the Strongest Trio.
It was a bond that only they understood.
"Go on then, don't worry."
Suguru Geto smiled and reached out his right hand, firmly grasping Yoru's already illusory palm, his tone incredibly firm.
"For these next few months, I'll stay hidden. I'll watch over your younger self from the darkest corners as he grows."
"When the time is right, when you return with even greater power..."
A flash of cold killing intent and a fanaticism for the future crossed Suguru Geto's eyes.
"We will overturn those high-and-mighty Rotten Oranges together and settle every score!"
Hearing this, Satoru Gojo also stood up, brushed the dust off his hands, and walked to their side.
The three men, representing the peak combat power of this world, looked at each other and smiled amid the ruins.
Just then, the system's notification blared in Yoru's mind like a death knell!
[SYSTEM: DING!]
[SYSTEM: RETURN COUNTDOWN: LAST TEN SECONDS!]
[SYSTEM: 9... 8... 7...]
[SYSTEM: SPACE-TIME ANCHOR LOCKED SUCCESSFULLY. FORCED TELEPORTATION PREPARATION IN PROGRESS!]
Yoru felt the ground beneath his feet begin to tremble violently.
A massive attraction, beyond words, extended tentacles from the depths of the void, deathly pulling at his soul.
At the same time.
Due to the full-scale outbreak of space-time repulsion, the sub-space of these ruins began to undergo severe distortion and vibration!
The items Yoru had just personally buried—
The broken Shiranui that had accompanied him through countless bloody battles, the letters left to guide everyone's future, and that special iron box.
Under the influence of this terrifying space-time power,
They began to undergo an irreversible process of disappearance and change!
The words that were supposed to carry future hope quickly weathered and were annihilated on the parchment.
The iron box was crushed into powder by the pressure of space-time.
And that Shiranui also began to twist and disintegrate under the same force.
Its pitch-black blade peeled away inch by inch, turning into countless dark red specks of light that gradually merged with the surrounding ruins and the rusted rebar.
The cruelty of space-time correction was vividly displayed at this moment.
"Yoru!"
Just a second before Yoru's body was about to completely vanish into points of light.
Not far away, Riko Amanai, Yu Haibara, and Kento Nanami were frantically rushing over the ruins, charging toward them.
Riko Amanai's face was covered in tears, and Yu Haibara was shouting his name at the top of his lungs.
Even the usually calm Kento Nanami was now full of anxiety.
They all felt the panic of being about to lose someone important forever.
Yoru turned his head to look at these vivid faces, at these companions whose tragic fates had been changed because of his arrival.
His body had already begun to turn transparent, dissolving into countless brilliant red specks of light.
But he still endured the pain of his soul being torn apart, waving his hand forcefully at everyone and shouting with all his might:
"I'll wait for you all in the future!"
The moment the words left his mouth,
"Voom—!"
A pillar of red light, so blinding it defied description, instantly erupted from beneath Yoru's feet, swallowing him whole!
The light was too piercing; even Satoru Gojo couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
The torrent of space-time finally let out its final roar.
In the instant he completely vanished from this world and stepped into the passage connecting the past and the future,
Yoru turned his head and took one deep look at the ruins that were already starting to blur.
He looked at Satoru Gojo, who seemed exceptionally lonely in the moonlight, and the scarred Suguru Geto.
He faced the void, addressing the confused version of himself that would descend upon these ruins tomorrow,
And whispered a sentence that only he could hear:
"It's your turn now..."
The next second.
Yoru's figure, along with the extreme heat capable of incinerating everything, was completely detonated by the power of the Special Grade Cursed Tool, the [Sands of Time].
He disappeared without a trace.
It was as if such a heaven-defying variable named Yoru had never existed in this world.
Only the scarred ruins remained.
In the silent night, they silently told the story of this unfinished, crazy legend that spanned space and time.
And beneath that pile of rubble,
The stone slab engraved with blood-red words emitted one last weak glimmer before quickly fading into darkness.
The loop of time.
Was now completely formed.
The boundary between past and future was ruthlessly leveled at this moment.
The Yoru from the past line had completed his mission.
And a new set of gears had already begun to turn.