In that instant when the blinding crimson pillar of light soared into the sky and then instantly vanished into nothingness, it was as if he had never existed in this world.
No physical clothes or weapons remained; even the air he had breathed was ruthlessly erased and filled in under the forced correction of the laws of space-time.
In the center of the empty ruins on the mountain behind Jujutsu High, that brilliant red light finally died out completely amidst the biting cold wind.
The space-time turbulence that had been fluctuating violently, even causing minute cracks in space, also returned to a deathly silence.
The farewell just now, which was enough to shake the foundations of the world and even change the future direction of the jujutsu world, seemed like nothing more than an absurd dream.
"Yoru!"
Riko Amanai and Yu Haibara rushed forward, panting.
But all they saw were scattered bricks and broken tiles, and that solitary stone slab standing amidst the ruins.
The two of them desperately called out that name, their voices echoing in the empty night sky, but receiving no response.
Satoru Gojo still sat quietly on that broken stone beam.
He ignored the cries of his companions behind him, his gaze fixed firmly on a certain corner deep within the ruins.
His right hand was held in a loose grip, his fingertips seemingly still retaining a trace of the warmth that hadn't yet dissipated before Yoru vanished.
In the final second before the red light faded and the gateway through time and space was about to close completely...
Relying on the god-like, ultimate insight of the Six Eyes, which could see through all cursed energy and the flow of karma...
Satoru Gojo keenly sensed an earth-shattering anomaly occurring under the stone slab Yoru had buried deep within the ruins!
He saw it.
Under the frantic pressure of space-time rejection and the dimensional collapse...
A blood-colored slip of paper, originally covered in dense writing, was rapidly weathering and disintegrating in the void at an incredible speed!
Those parchments, representing Yoru's blood, sweat, and future strategic guidance, were turning into fly ash.
And in the instant before that blood-colored slip vanished completely, without even leaving ashes behind!
Relying on the Six Eyes' abnormal dynamic capture ability, Satoru Gojo could vaguely make out the last line of bold, unrestrained characters written in blood:
'Don't look back. Go witness that Yoru descending once again!'
"Ha..."
Satoru Gojo let out a low chuckle, tinged with self-deprecation and exasperation.
"He really is an arrogant brat to his core."
"Even when he's about to be erased by time and space, he doesn't forget to act cool."
Satoru Gojo casually put the blindfold he had been holding back on his face, covering those Eyes of the Blue Sky that were already bloodshot from extreme focus and emotional fluctuations.
He stood up from the stone beam and brushed the dust off his clothes.
He glanced at Suguru Geto beside him, who also looked solemn but had a certain fanatical flame burning in his eyes.
Then he turned his head to look at his young companions, who were covered in tears and even seemed a bit lost.
"Let's go, Suguru."
Satoru Gojo's voice regained its usual arrogance and composure.
But the characteristic flippancy was gone, replaced by a heavy sense of destiny belonging to the strongest.
"The world might be missing that Sword Saint who goes around slashing everyone, but it's not the end yet."
"We still have a lot to do."
"For example..."
The corners of Satoru Gojo's mouth curled into a cold, murderous arc.
"Pulling out every single one of those rotten oranges who dare to reach out their claws toward us and this world!"
Suguru Geto nodded.
His hands, which had regained their sense of touch, clenched tightly into fists. He took a deep breath and took one last look at the silent ruins and the stone slab pressing down on the Experience Card.
"Tomorrow, I'll be guarding this place."
"Even if I die, I won't let anyone take a single step near here."
The figures of the two gradually receded in the faint light of dawn, finally disappearing at the edge of the ruins.
On the past timeline, December 24, 2017, after going through the baptism of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons and a cross-temporal farewell, a brief moment of peace finally arrived.
But this peace was merely the final disguise before the storm!
The scene shifts into a rapid montage!
It was a 'ten years' where Yoru did not exist.
On this timeline that had been completely altered and had even branched into countless parallel paths, the boundary between the past and the future underwent the most insane docking and merging at this moment!
Time was forcibly dialed back to the original point where Yoru first arrived—2006.
The scenes flash by—
From the conclusion of the Star Plasma Vessel incident in 2006 to the outbreak of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons in 2017.
In this long ten-year river of time.
That protagonist of the past timeline named Yoru, who had once caused earth-shattering waves in this world.
Every detail about him, every slash he made, every word he left behind.
Under the terrifying crushing force of space-time correction, they began to slowly blur and dissipate within everyone's memories in an irreversible manner.
They still remembered such a person existed.
They remembered that in those depths of despair, there had been a force as warm and powerful as the sun that had saved them.
But if they tried to carefully recall that person's appearance or his name, it was as if they were looking through a thick layer of frosted glass, unable to see clearly no matter how hard they tried.
It was like waking from a long and vivid dream.
After waking, all that remained was a sense of destiny seemingly etched into their very souls.
They... had to wait for someone's return!
The reality timeline completed its final restructuring at this moment.
The merged timeline arrived at December 25, 2017.
The day after Yoru vanished.
These ruins on the mountain behind Jujutsu High still emitted a pungent smell of burning after the bloody battle last night.
Satoru Gojo stood alone at the edge of the ruins.
A rare hint of confusion showed in his Eyes of the Blue Sky.
He looked at his empty right hand; the figure that had always fought alongside him in his mind had blurred into nothing but a crimson silhouette.
'Did I... forget something very important?'
Satoru Gojo muttered to himself.
Just as he was about to turn and leave to deal with the mess left behind by the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons...
Within the ultimate vision of the Six Eyes, he suddenly caught a faint yet exceptionally familiar residual fluctuation.
It came from under a scorched stone slab deep within the ruins.
Satoru Gojo instinctively walked over and casually lifted the heavy stone slab.
Under the frantic pressure of space-time rejection and dimensional collapse...
The things originally buried there had long since turned to ash.
But in the instant before that blood-colored slip vanished completely, without even leaving ashes behind!
Relying on the Six Eyes' abnormal dynamic capture ability...
Miraculously, within the cracks of space-time, he vaguely recognized the last line of bold, unrestrained characters written in blood:
'Witness it. That monster... is about to descend in these ruins once again!'
"Ha..."
Satoru Gojo's pupils shrank violently, and his heart skipped a beat in that moment. A sense of destiny that couldn't be described in words surged through his entire body like an electric current.
He finally understood why he had been drawn here as if by some divine intervention.
"He really is... an arrogant guy to his core."
Satoru Gojo let out a low chuckle, tinged with self-deprecation and anticipation.
He casually put the blindfold he had been holding back on his face.
"In that case, I'll wait for you right here."
The moment the words left Satoru Gojo's mouth.
*Hum!*
A faint fluctuation, yet one carrying pure laws of space, occurred in the center of the ruins without any warning!
The air was torn apart, and a young, confused, and exhausted figure appeared out of thin air on this scorched earth amidst a strange light.
That was the beginning of the whole story, the person who had just transmigrated from being a corporate slave in his previous life into this cruel jujutsu world...
Yoru!
His mind was currently a complete blank, and the nauseating sensation of spatial transport made his stomach churn with spasms, making it almost impossible for him to stand. He could only dry heave in pain.
What met his eyes were severed limbs and broken bodies like a scene from hell.
And in the shadows ahead, a Special Grade monster was letting out a shrill scream while frantically chewing on human flesh!
"Where... where is this?"
"'Wasn't I just working overtime writing code?!'"
The young Yoru instinctively took a step back, but he was tripped by a protruding stone slab and fell hard to the ground.
In his panic, his hand instinctively grabbed something by his feet.
It was a piece of discarded rebar that looked unremarkable, even covered in reddish-brown rust.
But the moment Yoru touched it...
*Boom!*
A sensation of heat, as if flowing from the deepest parts of his bloodline, instantly traveled through his palm and across his entire body like a volcanic eruption!
It was the ever-living power of Sun Breathing, personally infused into it by the version of him that had vanished yesterday!
It was the only spark left for the future by the Special Grade Cursed Tool Shiranui, which had completely shattered during the space-time rejection...
The only remaining spark!
The young Yoru looked at the slightly bent rebar in his hand, which began to emit astonishing heat.
Though his eyes were filled with confusion and fear of the unknown world, a flicker of golden-red flame was quietly awakening in the deepest depths of his pupils!
He didn't know yet that this piece of rebar, which had saved his life and granted him the power to slay everything...
...was the final and most precious gift left by another version of himself who had fought bloody battles in this world over the past ten years.
The closed loop of time.
It was now completely finished!
He slowly stood up, gripping the rebar that seemed to have come to life.
Facing that Special Grade monster pouncing with bared fangs and claws and a suffocating stench of blood, he took a deep breath of the cursed air.
His breathing changed.
"Life should not be trampled upon like this."
That was the will of two generations of Yoru spanning across time and space, perfectly merging at this moment on these ruins!
Everything was playing out according to the established script.
But this time, because of the interference of that variable, the core of the script had undergone a world-shaking transformation!
The scene suddenly shifted.
It was October 31, 2018, in Shibuya.
The fifth basement level of the subway station.
The Prison Realm talismans were dancing wildly in the air, and that invincible white-haired man was facing an unprecedented crisis in his life.
And at the end of that completely sealed space-time...
An ultimate heat, sufficient to incinerate all karma, was making a powerful return with an unstoppable and arrogant posture!
The finale of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons had already played out.
But the real decisive battle had only just begun!
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