"Six Paths — End —"
Toho Hiroshi gently pushed the staff in his hand, which condensed the ultimate power, toward Tengen's core.
"Truth-Seeking Orbs."
There was no sound, no explosion, no light or heat.
The moment that pitch-black Truth-Seeking Orb of the end touched Tengen's core, an absolute "nothingness" spread out.
It was not devouring, not annihilation, but "returning to nothingness."
Tengen's core of will, which had condensed a thousand years of wisdom, the Cursed Energy of billions of people, and the coexistence of protection and distortion, along with the void space around it, disappeared silently and completely, like ink erased by an eraser.
No trace was left, no residual energy fluctuations remained.
It was as if the concept of "Tengen" had never existed from ancient times to the present.
The Expansive Truth-Seeking Orb space slowly dissipated.
Toho Hiroshi's figure reappeared in the real world, above the Shinjuku that had become an abyss.
The Six Paths Mode on his body slowly faded, and the Nine Tomoe Rinnegan on his forehead closed and disappeared, leaving only those purple ripple eyes filled with deep fatigue.
The continuous high-intensity battle, especially the final use of the Truth-Seeking Orb of the end, had almost exhausted everything he had.
He slowly descended from the air and stood on the scorched earth that had buried countless companions.
In the distance, a white figure made of plants, supporting another figure wearing monk robes, was staggering over.
It was White Zetsu, and the remains of Suguru Geto that it was controlling.
Toho Hiroshi looked at that familiar, eyes-closed body, and a flash of complex, indescribable pain crossed his eyes.
He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the weakness of his body and the exhaustion of his soul, and formed hand seals again.
This time, the seal carried the compassion of reincarnation and the weight of life.
"Outer Path — Rinne Rebirth!"
Boom!
Unimaginable life energy surged crazily from Toho Hiroshi's body, turning into countless green light spots, like a river of stars flowing backward, flying toward every cold body on this battlefield.
The light first enveloped Satoru Gojo.
The bloodstains spreading beneath him shrank as if time were reversing, the fatal wound on his chest healed visibly to the naked eye, and color returned to his pale face.
Those hollow Rikugan trembled violently, then suddenly opened, carrying a trace of confusion, which then turned sharp, and he sat up abruptly: "Toho?"
Immediately after, it was Yuta Okkotsu.
The black crystal pillar piercing his chest shattered and dissipated, the huge wound healed, his fingertips beside the broken sword moved, he coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs, and Rika's broken body also began to re-condense.
Yuji Itadori's twisted arm bone made a cracking sound and reset itself, the scars on his body quickly scabbed and fell off, he shook his head and let out a painful groan.
Megumi Fushiguro was lifted by an invisible force from under the debris of the Barrier, his injuries healed quickly, and he opened his eyes, looking at his hands in a daze.
Nobara Kugisaki, Maki Zen'in, Toge Inumaki, Aoi Todo, Yuki Tsukumo, Yorozu...
One by one, the companions who had lost their lives regained consciousness under the infusion of surging life energy, opening their eyes with the confusion and shock of surviving a disaster.
Finally, that green light, like the gentlest stream, gathered on Suguru Geto's body.
White Zetsu slowly detached.
At the heart of that body, a strong heartbeat came again.
Long eyelashes trembled a few times, and Suguru Geto slowly opened his eyes.
In those slender phoenix eyes, there was no longer the madness and calculation belonging to Kenjaku, nor the confusion after resurrection, but a complex look of endless fatigue and a trace of clarity, as if waking from a big dream.
He saw Toho Hiroshi standing in front of him, his face pale as paper, his breath like a candle in the wind.
He saw the familiar yet strange people from Tokyo Jujutsu High who had been resurrected around him.
He saw Satoru Gojo, with white hair, looking at him with extremely complex eyes.
"Satoru?"
Suguru Geto's voice was dry and hoarse, with uncertainty.
Satoru Gojo did not answer, just stared at him fixedly, as if to confirm whether everything in front of him was an illusion.
And at this moment, Toho Hiroshi, after releasing Rinne Rebirth and resurrecting all the dead on the battlefield, his vitality was completely exhausted.
He could feel his soul being pulled away from this shell, his consciousness beginning to blur, his body feeling light, as if he were about to merge into the sky he had just saved.
His vision was gradually swallowed by darkness.
Just before his consciousness completely sank into the abyss, he seemed to hear many voices ringing on the other side of the soul.
That was Satoru Gojo's shout, filled with annoyance and a bit of awkwardness: "Hey! Bastard! Don't just die on your own!"
That was Suguru Geto's low and complex voice, with a hint of undetectable concern: "... Toho."
That was Shoko Ieiri's suppressed sobbing with a crying tone: "Liar..."
Even, inside Yuta Okkotsu's body, Rika's ignorant and attached, faint call: "Senior Brother..."
Countless past scenes flashed through his rapidly dissipating consciousness like a spinning lantern.
Playing around with Satoru at Tokyo Jujutsu High, discussing Cursed Techniques and ideals with Suguru, chatting with Shoko in the infirmary, teaching juniors like Kento Nanami and Yu Haibara.
Those vivid, warm, noisy, precious memory fragments, like the last stars, illuminated his path to eternal darkness.
"Such an ending... seems... not... bad..."
The corners of his mouth seemed to hook up a very faint, very faint, relieved arc.
Then, his consciousness sank completely.
...
The fragments of consciousness floated in the endless darkness like broken stars.
That relieved arc still lingered on Toho Hiroshi's lips, and his soul seemed to have broken away from the heavy shell, drifting toward a warm and quiet place.
The expected eternal darkness did not come, replaced by a strange "sobriety."
He "opened" his eyes and found himself standing in a familiar yet somewhat hazy place — a subway station platform.
The lights were a warm, dim yellow, illuminating the clean but slightly old tiled walls.
There was no smoke or blood in the air, only the cool draft unique to subway tunnels.
Noisy yet reassuring sounds came to his ears — the roar of the train entering the station, and...
"Hey! Toho! What are you dazing for? Hurry up, the train is coming!"
A clear and slightly impatient voice sounded beside him.
Toho Hiroshi turned his head abruptly and saw that tall figure with dazzling white hair and sunglasses — it was Satoru Gojo during his Tokyo Jujutsu High days.
He had his hands in his pants pockets, his body leaning slightly forward, the corners of his mouth split into a familiar, slightly teasing smile, as if he had just finished an easy mission.
"That's right, slow and sluggish, that's not your style." Another gentle, yet equally familiar voice came from the other side.
It was Suguru Geto, he was also wearing the black uniform of Tokyo Jujutsu High, his long hair tied into a bun behind his head, there was no glaring suture line on his forehead, and there was a helpless and indulgent smile on his face, looking at Satoru Gojo and Toho Hiroshi.
"You two, don't mess around on the platform."
Shoko Ieiri leaned against the pillar nearby, seemingly toying with a lighter in her hand, her tone lazy, but there was a hint of undetectable warmth in the bottom of her eyes.
"Senior Toho, Teacher Gojo, Senior Geto, Miss Shoko... The train is here, we should go back."
Kento Nanami's tone was as serious and reliable as ever, and Yu Haibara was standing beside him, waving hard at them with a bright smile.
They were all there.
No scars, no fatigue, no shadows of death. Just like... just like many years ago, those ordinary days after school, when they took the train back to Tokyo Jujutsu High together.
Satoru Gojo had already taken the first step onto the train that had just stopped, turned around, facing the light, and reached out to Toho Hiroshi who was still standing on the platform, his smile arrogant and dazzling: "What are you still stunned for? Let's go, back to Tokyo Jujutsu High!"
Suguru Geto, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara...
They were all smiling, getting on the train one after another, their eyes falling on him, waiting for him.
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