December 30, 2018, 11:30 AM.
Sakurajima Barrier.
When Fushiguro Megumi first heard about the Key Holder system, he imagined that the holder would gather a group around them for defense, entrusting the final hope to the person who ultimately obtained the key. That person would then carry everyone's hopes to face the King of Curses.
But reality was completely different.
The Jujutsu World is an extremely cruel place.
Even though the Dream Walk Migration greatly reduced the gap between people, the reduction only changed the ratio from one in ten thousand to one in five thousand. The disparity remained overwhelmingly vast.
Once a truly powerful individual obtained a key, it became almost impossible for anyone else to take it away.
Just like Gojo Satoru.
Ever since obtaining his key, not a single Sorcerer had challenged him.
Because anyone who approached him would be instantly killed before they could even display their abilities. Even after resurrecting, they would only lose another hundred points. It was completely meaningless.
The Dream Walk Migration had limits to how much it could enhance talent.
To surpass those limits, one had to rely on the wish of "infinite possibilities."
Among the greatest examples was the strongest physique in the Jujutsu World:
The Six Eyes.
The Gojo Clan's Six Eyes were undoubtedly divine eyes.
As long as someone possessed them, even an ordinary person with no foundation could easily reach the realm of a Special Grade Sorcerer.
Such a treasure could never be purchased with ordinary points.
Only "infinite possibilities" could accomplish such a miracle.
Although the Dream Walk Migration encouraged a massive battle royale among all Sorcerers, the enormous gap between strong and weak gradually formed an unspoken rule:
The strong fight the strong.
The weak fight the weak.
Only then could everyone maximize their points.
Of course, encountering someone one or two levels above or below oneself was even more desirable.
Whatever the future might hold, no fool within the Sakurajima Barrier dared provoke Gojo Satoru.
Even if someone tried, the students around him and Nanami Kento would stop those disturbances.
As a result, Gojo Satoru was leisurely sitting inside a battered park, taking a short rest during the final thirty minutes before the decisive battle.
For once, he allowed his brain to become completely blank.
He no longer thought about difficult matters.
He wasn't training.
He wasn't even thinking about the decisive battle half an hour away.
He simply sat on the bench in complete relaxation.
He was nearly two meters tall, yet his clothes concealed his physique. Combined with his habit of pushing his bangs upward beneath his blindfold, he looked somewhat like an upside-down broom from a distance.
At that moment, someone spoke to the man who was about to enter his final battle.
"Hey, why are you here alone?"
"And why did you even lock your Information Lock?"
Gojo Satoru slowly returned from his state of emptiness.
He looked up.
Walking toward him was Iori Utahime.
Today, she was dressed exceptionally solemnly.
She wore a traditional white-and-red miko outfit with white socks and wooden geta sandals.
Behind her stood a young shrine maiden carrying a long staff and a clothing bag.
Moonlight spilled down from the sky, making Iori Utahime appear almost celestial.
Gojo Satoru had never felt so strongly before that Utahime truly came from a hereditary shrine family.
However, the person he greeted first wasn't Utahime.
It was the girl behind her.
"Yo, Miyuki."
"So you've finally decided to become a shrine maiden."
Although Gojo Satoru always appeared confident, Yuta Okkotsu's occasional questions over the past few days had already exposed his true intentions:
He was arranging his affairs after death.
Among the first-years, Itadori Yuji chose to continue participating in the Dream Walk Migration in hopes of one day reviving Gojo Satoru.
Fushiguro Megumi and Kugisaki Nobara had yet to make a decision.
Miyuki, however, chose to follow Iori Utahime.
She wanted to become a shrine maiden and was already working toward that goal.
Gojo Satoru personally introduced her to Utahime, and Utahime accepted her without hesitation.
After all, having a Special Grade Sorcerer as a disciple was no small matter.
Especially one who possessed a rare poison-based Cursed Technique.
If someone offended her in the future, she might smilingly kill them.
The mere possibility was enough to intimidate many people.
Utahime was extremely satisfied with Miyuki.
The only thing she found puzzling was Miyuki's sudden change of heart.
Previously, Miyuki had desperately searched for a way to return to being a man.
To this, Miyuki had answered expressionlessly:
"I've already experienced periods."
"And I used Dream Walk Migration points to obtain a physique that no longer has them."
"If I turned back into a man now, I think I'd go insane."
Well.
That reason was very Sorcerer-like.
As for why she wanted to become a shrine maiden, her answer was equally simple.
"In the past, Mahito once said that he hoped to have a shrine maiden serving him after becoming a god."
"I refused at the time."
"But thinking about it now..."
"Hehe."
"Being the Chief Shrine Maiden of a True God doesn't sound too bad."
In other words, she had completely given up struggling.
After hearing this reason, Utahime immediately accepted her.
Whether Miyuki was telling the truth or not—
Gojo Satoru personally guaranteed it.
After all, judging from Mahito's personality, that really did sound exactly like something he would say.
If Miyuki was lying, Utahime still gained a Special Grade disciple.
If she was telling the truth...
Then her family might become associated with the only True God in the world.
The benefits were immeasurable.
Holding her staff and bag while dressed in red and white, Miyuki bowed respectfully.
"Yes, Teacher Gojo."
"Thank you for your guidance."
"I swear I won't disappoint your expectations."
Gojo Satoru burst into laughter.
"Pfft-hahaha!"
"You've become much more eloquent after only a few days."
"It seems Utahime's teaching is pretty decent."
"Sigh, I was worried you'd become Ghost Miko Number Two, but seeing you so polite now is wonderful."
"You bastard, you actually dare say that?!"
Veins bulged on Utahime's forehead.
"I am your senior!"
"How can you call me by my name so naturally?!"
"Were you raised by wolves?!"
"See? That's Ghost Miko right there."
Gojo Satoru pointed at Utahime and laughed loudly.
"Make sure you don't become like that."
Utahime instantly abandoned all dignity.
She strode up to Gojo Satoru and chopped downward with her hand.
Naturally, Limitless blocked it.
She roared:
"Gojo Satoru!"
"Remember this!"
"I am your senior!"
"Your senior!"
Gojo Satoru simply laughed happily without fighting back.
This had become routine between them.
He always provoked Utahime.
And she always retaliated while repeatedly emphasizing her seniority.
Miyuki watched enviously.
She was no longer the same inexperienced girl who had first entered the Jujutsu World.
Unlike the others, she had actively studied the history of the Jujutsu World.
And within that history, she had witnessed its cruel law of the jungle.
To some extent, Ryomen Sukuna represented the entire history of the Jujutsu World.
Power and status meant nothing before strength.
That was the most primitive truth of the Jujutsu World.
Ryomen Sukuna embodied this truth perfectly.
By crushing all rules with his power and arrogance, he forced the world to revolve around his will.
Gojo Satoru was no weaker than Sukuna—perhaps even stronger.
Yet unlike the Sukuna of a thousand years ago, Gojo Satoru never abused his power.
He had friends.
A best friend.
Students.
A teacher.
He had grown up healthily.
Miyuki sincerely believed that Gojo Satoru was happy.
After the two finished arguing, she stepped forward.
Planting her staff upright beside her, she carefully removed a folded garment from her bag and presented it with both hands.
"Teacher Gojo."
"The kasaya you requested is ready."
According to Buddhist traditions, monastic robes come in three categories:
A small robe made from five panels.
A medium robe made from seven panels.
And a large Heavenly Robe made from nine to twenty-five panels.
Large robes symbolize respect and are usually worn for important occasions.
Medium robes are worn in daily life.
Geto Suguru's kasaya in the original work was a seven-panel robe, making it a medium robe.
Small robes are generally used during cleaning and manual labor.
The name "Gojo Satoru" itself was rather interesting.
"Gojo" referred to the humble five-panel robe worn by servants of gods and Buddhas.
Yet this servant possessed the most noble eyes of all:
The Six Eyes.
The Six Eyes themselves symbolized the purification of the six senses, representing the highest state of Zen.
And the name "Satoru" meant enlightenment itself.
Neither mortals nor Buddhas could exist without enlightenment.
It was considered a priceless treasure.
Gojo.
Six Eyes.
Satoru.
Whether his clan, his name, or his very existence—
Gojo Satoru could never escape the influence of Buddhism.
Even his weapon of choice had ultimately become a staff.
Utahime unfolded the kasaya.
Gojo Satoru stood up and casually removed his black faculty uniform, revealing a white undershirt beneath.
He placed the clothes on the bench and spread his arms.
Allowing Utahime to personally dress him in the kasaya.
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