The porcelain-white subway platform evoked a pure and unadulterated memory.
It felt exactly like time had turned back to the bright summer of ten years ago.
That peaceful period before all of this happened...
Beside him...
Wearing a Jujutsu High student uniform with no cursed stitches on his forehead, Suguru Geto looked at Gojo Satoru with a gentle, doting gaze and asked with a smile, "Satoru... how was it?"
"Are you satisfied with this all-out battle?"
After a brief moment of shock, Gojo Satoru, still wearing his old round sunglasses, quickly realized that he was in a replay of his own fading memories.
He glanced down at his best friend sitting beside him, and at the nostalgic school uniform he was wearing.
Gojo smiled widely and said, "Yeah! I really enjoyed the fight!"
His gaze swept over the familiar figures sitting behind him, and Gojo Satoru scratched his head in playful frustration. "What's going on with this crowd?!"
"I've specifically told my students that a Sorcerer is always completely alone when he or she dies."
"I never expected such a lively scene waiting for me!"
"Hey, old man!"
Gojo stretched out his long legs and looked at Masamichi Yaga sitting opposite him with mock dissatisfaction. "Isn't this exactly what you taught us? But it's not like this at all."
He was wearing his sharp, signature black suit and sunglasses.
Masamichi Yaga, entirely engrossed in mending the cursed doll in his hands, replied without looking up, "Don't blame everything on me."
"I was already exhausted enough taking the blame for you brats while I was alive. I don't want to be dealing with this even after I die."
"Tch. The old man's gotten shrewd in the afterlife!"
Gojo muttered something under his breath, and his whole body finally relaxed into the bench.
Suguru Geto squinted his eyes and asked with a curious smile, "How about those two monsters?"
Gojo Satoru shrugged, dramatically drawing out the last syllable of his voice. "Super—strong!"
"Let's not even talk about Ryomen Sukuna; he and I were probably about evenly matched in the end..."
"As for that absolute monster from the Zenin clan... Mirai is really fucking strong!"
Gojo looked down at the tiled ground and sighed softly. "That guy never even used his Ten Shadows Technique until he completely killed me."
"And that red giant, exactly like a Gundam... pulling massive meteorite fragments down from the sky..."
"He didn't even use that strange Kamui feint technique on me at the end! He didn't even use his full strength to win!"
Gojo Satoru looked down at his lightly clenched fist and said calmly, "Actually... I feel a little sorry for him."
A look of deep doubt appeared on Geto's face as he quietly waited for his best friend to continue.
"I originally thought I would be able to empathize with the absolute loneliness of being invincible more than anyone else in the world."
Gojo slowly clenched his fist tighter, his voice growing deeper and more serious. "The physique I've built up over the years. The tactics I've meticulously learned."
"The combat intuition honed through extensive real-world combat experience, and the adaptability of my techniques honed to its absolute fullest potential..."
In this final battle, Gojo Satoru had successively completed the strengthening and rapid construction of his Domain, creating the Ultimate Piercing the Sun (Golden Buddha Purple) by forcefully breaking through his own physical and mental limits.
"I have conveyed absolutely all of this to that monster as much as I physically can."
Gojo stared at his clenched fist, a relieved, completely genuine smile slowly spreading across his lips. "I'm very satisfied with the fight!"
Suguru Geto propped one cheek up with his hand and chuckled softly. "Looks like you really enjoyed this. I'm quite envious of you."
"Hey, hey, hey. Are you guys some kind of ancient, battle-crazed warriors?"
On the bench next to Gojo, Takuma Ino, who was sitting with Kento Nanami and Yu Haibara, complained loudly. "The entire country of Japan is about to be completely finished, and you guys are still only thinking about how much fun you had fighting."
"Alright, calm down."
Kento Nanami, dressed in his own student-era attire, patted Ino gently on the shoulder. "Is this the first time you've met Gojo Satoru? That guy was never reliable to begin with."
"Tsk!"
A lightning-fast backhand grab!
Gojo violently turned Nanami's smooth, perfectly styled blonde bangs into a messy ball, making him look exactly like a hedgehog with its fur standing on end.
"Your serious statement annoys me even more than Ino's whining complaints!" Gojo laughed.
Yu Haibara, who was Nanami's best friend during their school days, burst out laughing happily. "HAHAHAHA!"
"He never fights for what he wants to strictly protect. Gojo is still so incredibly self-centered."
Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow playfully. "Haibara. Are you praising me or insulting me right now?"
A long-awaited reunion in the afterlife, with students playfully teasing each other.
After their lighthearted argument, Gojo Satoru sat back down comfortably next to Suguru Geto.
The smiling faces of his beloved students cheering each other on before the battle flashed through his mind.
There were also his close friends and partners who had fought alongside him in battle over the years.
"What killed me was not time or disease... but something undeniably stronger than me."
"That's wonderful..." Gojo whispered.
After listening to Gojo Satoru's reflections, Suguru Geto asked with deep feeling, "Satoru... do you have no regrets either?"
"Yeah!"
Gojo Satoru smiled brightly and nodded. "Just like you, Suguru. I have no regrets..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the speeding train pulled loudly into the station to take him South.
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The revolving lantern of Gojo Satoru's memories went out completely, leaving only a headless body lying paralyzed in a massive pool of blood.
The present reality was filled with the purest, absolute despair, with only Zenin Mirai standing entirely intact to the side.
Yuta Okkotsu, having been blasted violently away by the terrifying repulsive force of Shinra Tensei, stared blankly at the corpse lying motionless beneath Mirai's feet.
It wasn't just a severed hand or foot, nor was he simply cut in half.
With the Cursed Technique point-blank blast causing his brain to completely explode, Gojo Satoru had absolutely no chance of being resurrected by Reverse Cursed Technique.
Feeling the lingering, sticky warmth on his own face, Yuta realized in horror that it was the blood that had spurted violently from the neck of the man who had just been blasted away.
Yuta Okkotsu's pupils trembled wildly, and his white-knuckled fists were rubbing violently against the concrete ground.
Two long, bloody gashes on the ground... and excruciating pain emanating directly from his crushed finger bones...
All of this was a cruel reminder to Yuta that this was absolutely not a nightmare.
That once invincible Strongest... that cynical, annoying, yet devoted teacher...
He was dead.
Looking down at the corpse at his feet, Mirai's cold, utterly indifferent gaze was reflected perfectly in the pool of blood.
Undeniably, besides Sukuna and Mirai himself, Gojo Satoru was the strongest Sorcerer in this world.
Leaving behind Gojo Satoru's complete physical body for Kenjaku or White Zetsu to hijack would undoubtedly further enhance White Zetsu's combat power drastically.
And in the future, they would have an extra, God-tier trump card in their hand.
However... Mirai must be completely wary of the protagonist faction suddenly unleashing their full, plot-armor potential.
The very birth of Gojo Satoru had caused permanent, massive changes in the rules of this Jujutsu world, actively allowing the strength of newly born Cursed Spirits to rise infinitely to match him.
If this protagonist-tier body, which was under the watchful eye of the world's will itself, was actually possessed and controlled by White Zetsu...
Or perhaps Gojo's soul secretly developed and persisted inside a White Zetsu puppet, and then violently turned on him and ripped out his heart to save his students?
Mirai certainly wouldn't lack this fighting force in the future, so he decided to just wipe the body out completely to be safe.
He certainly didn't want to experience another world where he got Black Zetsu'd exactly like Madara did.
Pfft!
Crimson vines sprouted rapidly from the ground, violently piercing through Gojo's headless body and dragging it entirely into the dark cracks of the Kamui void.
There were no physical obstacles to Mirai; this was the automatic action he made while manually controlling the Divine Tree itself.
Even though it wouldn't be possessed and used by White Zetsu, it was good to keep the Six Eyes user's body securely as a trophy.
The massive void cracks that completely covered the entire Culling Game barrier gradually stabilized.
The flashing lightning that hung violently in the sky and the dark tornadoes gradually dissipated.
The country of Japan's complete descent into the Kamui Space was finally nearing its end.
"Draw your sword!!!"
SWISH!
The blade, aimed with absolute precision from below at his neck, was caught by Mirai with a single, bare hand!
SNAP!
With a slight, effortless exertion of four fingers, the cursed long sword shattered violently into countless metal pieces!
Mirai looked down slightly at Yuta Okkotsu, whose eyes were completely filled with raw, unadulterated murderous intent, and spoke calmly.
"If your teacher was no good against me... you're even worse."
"Piercing Blood: Hundred Veins!!!"
A highly concentrated, toxic bloodline, moving at near supersonic speed, hurtled directly toward Mirai's head from the side of the battlefield!
"BLACK FLASH!!!"
The front view showed Yuta Okkotsu violently throwing out a punch after discarding his broken knife...
And directly behind Mirai, gleaming with a dazzling, apocalyptic black and red light...
Yuji Itadori!
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