With Sukuna and Kenjaku's downfall, the Jujutsu crisis that caused immense chaos across the country was gradually suppressed by the legitimate Jujutsu Sorcerers. However, restoring order to how it was before the chaos was clearly an impossible task.
A few days later, in a private room at a Tokyo hospital, Chinatsu, sitting up in a bed by the window, quietly gazed out at the scenery.
Gentle breezes wafted in from the window, caressing her face. At this moment, she felt incredibly relaxed and content, for she had finally reached her ideal perfect ending. If not for the aches and pains all over her body, she would have truly wanted to go to a KTV and let loose.
But there was nothing she could do. Since the national chaos began, she had frequently traversed various battlefields, and when facing Sukuna and Kenjaku, she had repeatedly imposed Binding Vows on herself to break through her limits.
Even Reverse Cursed Technique had no significant effect on her. Now, she could only rely on her body's adaptive mechanisms, combined with the passage of time, to slowly recover on her own.
A small television was placed directly in front of her bed. Almost every news channel was broadcasting information about Jujutsu.
Jujutsu had completely entered the public eye.
Under countless microphones and spotlights directed at his face, Masamichi Yaga, who had been pushed by everyone to be the representative, awkwardly twitched the corners of his mouth, maintaining a stiff smile, while inwardly cursing the brats who had pushed him onto the stage.
However, he also knew that it was better for him to go up than those brats. But the pressure was immense; he had spent an entire night studying the speech he needed to deliver.
He took a deep breath, then turned his head with a solemn expression, raising one hand.
"Puppet Manipulation!"
Under everyone's gaze, the various dolls that had been placed awkwardly to the side suddenly came to life. Those with legs stood up from the ground, while those without legs floated in the air like ghosts.
Although everyone was mentally prepared, they were still so startled by this scene that their mouths hung wide open, as if they could swallow an ostrich egg whole. In fact, they were surprised too early; there was even more shocking news to come.
A few seconds later.
The door to the press conference hall suddenly burst open from the outside. The reporters stiffly turned their heads towards the hall door.
Panda.
Panda with flowers in his mouth.
Panda striking a pose.
"Hello everyone~"
Panda, facing the dumbfounded crowd, gave a charming expression that seemed to say, 'You're looking at me like that, I'm a little shy,' making those familiar with him feel a bit embarrassed and want to bang their heads against a wall.
Of course, those who weren't familiar reacted even more strongly.
Both in the hearts of the people present and in the live online comment sections, an unquenchable torrent of reactions erupted, as there were simply too many points to mock.
Masamichi Yaga's mouth twitched slightly. He had actually told Panda to be a bit more normal; just walking and talking would have been enough to cause a sensation.
Now, both the hype and the atmosphere had reached a peak. Masamichi Yaga knew he had to do more, otherwise, such intense attention could provoke negative emotions.
Masamichi Yaga's eyes narrowed, and he began his speech. Though he had been incredibly nervous before going on stage, once there, he seemed like a different person, eloquently expressing his views. Although reporters raised their hands to ask questions during the speech, Masamichi Yaga perfectly explained and appeased them.
Actually, the point he wanted to convey was simple: the existence of Jujutsu would not overly affect the functioning of normal society. The biggest evidence for this was that before Jujutsu was exposed, it had secretly cooperated with the government to maintain balance for over a thousand years.
Chinatsu nodded slightly as she listened, feeling a bit sorry for Masamichi Yaga in her heart. After all, a large reason why he had to use so much rhetoric to explain now was due to Zen'in Naoya's words during the national chaos.
["Welcome, you useless people who know nothing, protected by us Jujutsu Sorcerers, from the fake world to the real world..."]
It was said that after the chaos subsided, his old man, Zen'in Mabisato, gave him a thorough beating when he returned home. That face, which could originally be described as handsome, was beaten black and blue, making it hard not to describe him as comical.
While thinking, Chinatsu picked up her phone from a corner of the bed. Opening the group chat, she found that Ieiri Shoko and others were on their way to visit her.
Yuta Okkotsu: Should we buy something? I'm just passing a fruit store.
Ieiri Shoko: Fruit? Does Chinatsu like fruit? Is Gojo here? What fruit does your sister like?
Gojo Satoru: Fruit? Fruit cake!
Immediately after sending that line, Gojo Satoru sent a selfie of himself at a cake shop, holding a 6-inch fruit cake.
The chat group fell into a brief silence. While inwardly complaining about the siblings' love for sweets, they also turned and headed to dessert shops near them.
Chinatsu looked at the silent chat group and couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. Then she tossed her phone back into the corner of the bed, leaning her body against the wall by the bed, her crimson and azure eyes quietly gazing at the ceiling of the hospital room.
Time passed by minute by minute. Amidst the coming and going footsteps and conversations outside the room, a somewhat familiar but definitely not close voice suddenly blended in.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
After a series of hurried footsteps, the door to her hospital room was pushed open from the outside. Chinatsu had already turned her head towards the door, and the moment it opened, her gaze met that of the newcomer.
Long golden hair.
Brown eyes.
A toned physique.
An impressive aura.
"Phew~ You must be Chinatsu, right? I finally found you. Before, I thought you were in a room on the floor below. After going in, I found an old woman in that room, which scared me into thinking the information was wrong, and that you had sacrificed your life with a Binding Vow, you know~"
The woman who entered, with a very natural familiarity, said with a smile as she quickly walked to Chinatsu's bedside. After sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked closely at Chinatsu's face, or rather, her eyes.
Rikugan, Eyes of the Azure Heaven.
Now, one of Chinatsu's eyes had turned crimson. Unlike the clear sky extending into the distance of the Rikugan, this crimson eye was full of charm, making people involuntarily want to look deeper and understand this eye and its owner.
This obsessive woman was a Jujutsu Sorcerer, and she was the first to be given the title of Special Grade, though she had long been active abroad. Her name was Yuki Tsukumo.
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