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"I won't be able to guide you this time,"
Yuuji couldn't tell if the tone was about him being serious or just lazy. "But don't worry. I’ve called in an old colleague."
The creak of the door echoed through the catacombs beneath Jujutsu High. Before the door had even fully swung open, Gojo was already moving forward, invading the newcomer’s personal space with a wide, irritating grin. He gestured with his hands like he was announcing the main attraction of a circus.
"The Office Worker-Drop Out Sorcerer: Nanami Kento!" Gojo exclaimed excitedly.
"Please don't call me that," he replied in a dry tone, arms crossed and rigid, the complete opposite of Gojo’s open, flamboyant introduction.
Sunglasses, blindfolds... is it a sorcerer fashion trend to cover your eyes?' Yuuji couldn't help but think, pouting as he looked at the two men.
"There are many weirdos among Jujutsu Sorcerers, but Nanami is a former salaryman, so he’s reliable!"
'What kind of logic is that?'
Yuuji could hear Nanami muttering a comment about what others would think of Gojo saying such things, but the blindfolded man maintained his radiant smile, acting as if he hadn't heard the remark at all - or simply didn't care.
"But explain one thing to me... why didn't you just become a sorcerer from the start?" Yuuji asked in a casual tone. The moment the words left his mouth, he felt the man’s gaze lock onto him; as if he were being scolded without a word being said.
"First, the greetings." Nanami uncrossed his arms and, standing perfectly straight, gave a small polite bow "Pleasure to meet you, Yuuji Itadori."
"Ah- Right! The pleasure is all mine!" Yuuji quickly mirrored the man’s coordinated gesture, bowing back as Gojo watched, looking thoroughly amused by the interaction.
It didn’t take long for Nanami to proceed and answer Yuuji’s question, placing a hand on his hip; "One thing I learned after studying Jujutsu is that being a sorcerer is idiocy."
'Huh?'
"And later, what I learned from working at a regular office is that regular work is idiocy."
'You’ve got to be kidding me!?'
"Since both are idiocy, I chose the one I’m better at. That is the only reason I decided to return."
'That’s depressing'
When his gaze snapped back to Yuuji, his tone turned sharp. "Itadori, please do not think for a moment that Satoru Gojo and I share the same outlook."
He pointed a finger at Gojo, who remained casual at his side, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark jacket
"I trust him implicitly, and I have full confidence in his competence as a sorcerer."
Gojo struck a pose, a sharp expression of pride on his face as he rested his chin on his hand.
"BUT I DO NOT RESPECT HIM!!"
It was as if Gojo had been punched in the face.
"I hate the higher-ups methods, but I believe in the necessity of the rules." Nanami turned away, but maintained his gaze on Yuuji with a sharp sidelong look. "The conversation has dragged on long enough. In short: I do not recognize you as a Jujutsu Sorcerer either, Itadori Yuuji."
"You may be carrying the bomb we call Sukuna, but I ask that you make an effort to prove you are useful." He concluded
Yuuji stared at his own feet for a moment, not with sadness, but with contemplation. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady;
"Life has been rubbing it in my face lately... that I'm weak, and that I've been depending on strong people to act." He clenched his fist in determination, brief flashes of Gojo saving him from being executed, the temptation to switch with Sukuna, and the mysterious blue-haired girl crossing his mind.
"But I’m going to get strong. I have to. So that one day, I can choose how I die." He looked up, meeting Nanami’s gaze with newfound resolve. Beside them, Gojo let out a soft, contemplative hum, his expression showing a hint of pride.
Yuuji smiled "And that’s that. I’m going to make you accept me. Just give me a little time."
Nanami, already facing the exit, didn't turn back. He simply let out a weary sigh. "Please, say that to my boss."
'Whoa...' Yuuji’s posture slumped for a second in disbelief at how neutrally the man had brushed off his big moment.
"AND SINCERELY, I DON'T EVEN CARE!!"
"Alright, alright, we get it. Sheesh." Yuuji scratched his head while watching Nanami exit the catacombs. He turned to Gojo with curiosity. "Aren't you coming, Gojo-Sensei?"
The man raised his hand dismissively, waving it slightly. "Oh, no. I have a mission tonight. Serious business! Very serious!"
"Sensei," Yuuji said, his tone shifting to something more earnest, hand on his chin. "If this has anything to do with that magical girl I saw - and don't tell me she isn't real - could you please thank her for me?"
"Thank her?"
"Yeah. For saving my life."
Gojo went quiet for a second, contemplative. His carefree smile flattened into a straight line as he murmured under his breath, "How can you be so sure she didn't just kill the curse for the sake of the finger?"
"What, Gojo-sensei? Did you say something?"
Suddenly, Yuuji felt a light pat on his back. "Nothing at all, Itadori-kun! I'll take a gift to her on your behalf. Who knows, maybe some dango?"
He nodded before turning around and then spinning back, as if he had remembered something.
"Wait, Sensei!" Yuuji reached into his pocket and pulled out a few crumpled yen notes, pressing them into Gojo’s palm with a bright, determined smile. "Use this to buy the dango. It’s not a real 'thank you' if it comes out of your pocket, right?"
Gojo looked down at the bills in his hand, then back at his student. His grin returned, wider than before. "Wow, Itadori-kun! So responsible! Fine, fine, I’ll make sure she gets something special."
As Yuuji ran to catch up with Nanami, he waved goodbye over his shoulder. Watching Gojo wave back, he couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of missions does Gojo-Sensei go on?"
***
The silence was deafening.
The only thing she could hear was the 'thud' of her own boots striking the steps as she climbed a distorted staircase of a pristine, unreal white.
There were no railings, no walls - only the open view toward the edge of the Labyrinth expanding below them. A grotesque garden stretched out like a plain; upon its thorn-choked mounds, cotton-like Familiars sheared and pruned roses with oversized scissors, tossing the rotted blooms into the trash.
There was something nostalgic about this labyrinth, yet, at the same time, it felt fundamentally different.
The sky was made of red crepe paper, and still, somehow, there was light and shadow. Dark shadows cast themselves over her body, as well as over the man walking behind her.
Right. That guy.
She found herself turning around just to make sure he was still there. He was strangely quiet now, and in the shifting shadows, she couldn't even make out his face - which, honestly, was the worst part.
Sayaka could feel small Familiars, like ants, swarming around her feet. She kicked them away from the stairs, watching as they fell and fell, tumbling back toward the floor of the Labyrinth far below.
Every so often, the shadows would shift away, allowing her to steal a glance back. She could see the dizzying height they had reached and, briefly, the man a few steps below her. She noticed those brilliant blue eyes, always fixed either on the Labyrinth or on her, before the darkness swallowed his face once more.
Creepy.
It was exhausting. She had expected him to talk, to chatter, to ask endless questions, considering how he had been acting before. But now he was just... quiet. Far too quiet.
It was unsettling.
"Why did you want to kill me?"
"Hm?"
For a moment, the incessant giggles and grunts of the small Familiars were pushed into the background. She swallowed hard, forced to deal with the man's brief silence as he shifted his gaze back to her.
"Kill you? Nah," He pressed a hand to his forehead with a grin, as if displaying an amused sort of exasperation. "It’s too much work to fill out the paperwork afterward."
Sayaka narrowed her eyes, refocusing her gaze on the white steps ahead.
"You cornered me. You forced me to throw myself against a building," she muttered. It was mostly to herself, but she made sure it was loud enough for him to hear her discontent.
"Hey, hey, you throwing yourself was totally optional," Gojo replied, his voice trailing behind her "And besides, it was just to talk! I’m a people person, you know?"
"People who want to talk normally start with a hello, not whatever that was back there," she added, without turning around.
"Fair," Gojo said. From the corner of her eye, she could see his silhouette give a casual shrug. "But in my defense, you’re pretty agile. If I hadn't acted, we’d still be playing tag through the alleys of Shinjuku. Which, honestly, would be a massive pain for both of us, wouldn't it?"
The way he spoke was infuriating. That casual tone, as if it were all a game, it felt like he didn't take the situation seriously. Not where he was, not her responsibility for him, or for anyone else who might fall into this labyrinth.
"I’m not playing," she said, straightening her posture. This time, she stopped glancing back at Gojo, focusing entirely on the climb. "And I don’t care who you are. As soon as I find the core, you’re going to wait, and leave when I open the rift. I don’t need a partner, or... whatever it is you are."
"A Sorcerer," Gojo offered in a helpful tone.
"A weirdo."
She heard the man let out a small, amused snort. The comment didn't seem to have insulted him at all, as he returned to the same casualness he had shown earlier in the night.
Suddenly, the floor crumbled, and the staircases suspended in mid-air began to crack, revealing a dull, concrete-gray interior.
"She saw us!?" Sayaka questioned, adjusting her posture as she drew her previously sheathed sword.
"Who’s 'she'?"
She didn’t answer, focusing on what lay ahead. Below, small Familiars blocked the path with giant scissors, and the vines that had previously decorated the staircase began to thicken - as if trying to bind them.
Sayaka moved immediately, slashing the thorns that threatened to form around Gojo’s body. "Follow me. Those are just the Familiars."
She then leaped from the floating debris of the stairs, jumping from stone to stone until she reached another piece of solid ground higher up. She tested the ground, noting that it felt like the "solid" earth at the base of the labyrinth. When she turned around, he was no longer there.
For a moment, her eyebrows knit together in a flicker of genuine concern. He didn't fall into the void below, did he? She had promised herself to protect civilians, even the weird ones-
"Finally! Solid ground. Stairs are annoying." the man said casually, standing right beside her. Again.
She jumps slightly at the sudden appearance, but immediately resumes her composure.
"Do you teleport or something?" she spat, her voice laced with a sharp edge. It was uncomfortable - unsettling even - to see someone simply vanish and reappear at their own whim.
"Only under specific conditions! I even took the bullet train to Sendai, you know?" Gojo replied with a breezy, dismissive wave of his hand, as if he were discussing the weather rather than a physics-defying stunt.
'What the hell is this guy talking about?'
The tall man continued to babble about his supposed trip to Sendai and the wonderful sweets he had eaten there. He did all this while they both stared down into the abyss below, left behind by the collapse of the stairs.
If someone fell here, they would die.
She glanced sideways at the man beside her, her expression hollow, almost incredulous.
'He doesn't even care', she thought, her gloved fingers tightening around the hilt of her sword. 'Someone could die here, and he’s thinking about sweets. In the end, nobody cares.'
"Shut up," she murmured, her voice sounding more tired than angry. She turned her back to him, staring into the darkness of the labyrinth. "Cheap trick. Let's just go."
She began to walk again through the garden-like corridor of the labyrinth. But the man didn't follow immediately. He stayed back, his presence lingering like a weight she couldn't shake off.
The babbling had stopped. The casual jokes about Sendai and the train rides had vanished as quickly as they had started.
Silence.
It was that same heavy, suffocating silence from before. Every time she looked back, she caught those blue eyes fixed on her - this time with a curiosity that felt almost morbid.
And there were no longer even the noises of the Familiars to distract her. There was only the headache-inducing landscape of the labyrinth.
"Stop it!"
She suddenly snapped, spinning on her heels, facing him. She pointed at Gojo accusatorily, her hand trembling slightly.
"Why did you stop talking?! If you have something to say, just say it! What the hell do you want from me!?"
...
The man stared at her for a moment.
There were no petty comments, no irritating giggles. For a brief second, Gojo seemed genuinely disarmed, even rigid, upon hearing the teenager’s sudden outburst.
Suddenly, the man clears his throat.
"Wow, okay. Scary," he finally said, though his tone carried no actual fear. He let out a short sigh and, out of nowhere, clapped his hands together as if placing a 'period' at the end of the conversation.
"Anyway, did you know you have a fan? My student won't stop talking about you. It’s a total pain, seriously!" He spoke with an almost altruistic tone, smiling again as if the tension from seconds ago had simply evaporated.
'A student?'
The word echoed in Sayaka’s mind, pulling a foggy memory to the surface:
She couldn't quite remember the face or the name with clarity, but she remembered the feeling of sitting in a Mitakihara school classroom, listening to a woman move her arms in a frantic, sweeping motion.
She remembered lectures that had nothing to do with history and everything to do with how men who preferred soft-boiled eggs were a disgrace to the earth. Or that bizarre rant about how the Second Coming of Christ and her turning forty were somehow cosmically linked to her finding "superior peace."
Compared to that, a weird man babbling about his experiences on a bullet train seemed almost... normal.
"Ah, a teacher. Of course," Sayaka muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm, as if the pieces finally fit together. "Exactly what I needed. Another one."
Before Gojo could ask what she meant by 'another one', the atmosphere of the corridor became suddenly ice-cold.
At the end of the corridor, a door made of shredded newspaper scraps appeared out of nowhere. It spun on its axis in a frantic, almost cartoonish way, defying the laws of physics, until it came to an abrupt halt, facing them like an open mouth.
"It’s her." Sayaka murmured. Her voice was now slightly tense. She placed herself firmly in front of Gojo, like a human shield.
"Who’s 'her'?" he asked once again, but this time, there was a response.
"The Witch."
"Witch, huh? I guess you really are some kind of magical girl."
The moment Gojo's words echoed, the Labyrinth seemed to react to his words. There was a dry click, as if a giant gear had snapped into place. The floor beneath their feet turned into a conveyor belt, moving with an unnatural speed.
In the distance, Gojo could swear he heard the mechanical and rhythmic sound of a roller coaster climbing the tracks in sync with the speed at which they were moving.
They were hurled through the paper door. The moment they crossed the threshold, the sound of a thud echoed: the door had closed. And then another, and another, like a succession of paper guillotines sealing the way back.
And suddenly, the scenery changed: they entered a claustrophobic garden with a whitish sky filled with red and black scribbles. Giant roses with thorns that looked like needles sprouted in every corner, the ground covered with what looked like artificial grass. All of this within a circular space.
It was like a pantheon.
Small figures began to emerge, the cotton-like Familiars from before, Anthony. Their gardening scissors returned to pruning the roses rhythmically, but this time, even closer to the two of them.
The Witch then rose.
The tangled mass of moss and dried vines surged from the labyrinth’s earth like a grotesque head of hair. And as its "head" ascended, the body followed.
A cylindrical trunk of fat and pale flesh revealed itself. Beneath it, its sickly veins were supported by dark, twisting roots that functioned like the legs of a colossal insect.
The Rose Garden Witch
There was something strangely familiar about this witch.
Sayaka felt a tightening in her chest that was almost nostalgic - the phantom voices of two other unknown girls and a fleeting, encouraging yellow silhouette moving with effortless grace. The echoes of musket fire floated on the edge of her consciousness, but the Witch’s appearance consumed her thoughts.
She tightened her grip on the hilt of her saber. This is my chance. The Grief Seed.
From the corner of her eye, Sayaka felt the flutter of her hair as if it were being drawn toward something. She could see the man accumulating energy in what appeared to be an attack, in a hue that varied from red to blue. A small vortex of torn paper formed at that exact point above the white-haired man's finger.
"Attraction and Repulsion. I control the convergence of these lines," he said in a velvety tone, observing his own finger.
"If you want to be truly technical, it’s actually a pseudo-force caused by traveling in a 'straight line' through curved space-time, and the tendency of objects to come together as a result of gravity is similar to the way—"
'What the hell is this guy talking about?'
"—how you can have two people standing at the equator and start walking in parallel paths in straight lines toward the North and end up with them converging over time until they meet at the North Pole without either of them deviating from their straight-line path toward the other." He snapped his fingers and made the red ball of energy disappear, destroying the sensation of convergence.
Sayaka furrowed her brows as she watched the man speak - nothing but nonsense. Train trips, physics jargon.
Whatever, it didn't matter. She had already realized he didn't care.
She would get the grief seed before he could use another cheap trick.
The girl dropped into a racing stance, feeling her gloved hands on the ground as she allowed herself to let the man's rambling become background music. And with a breath, she felt her step grow strong, and she moved as if she were flying.
She felt light, lighter than outside the labyrinth.
"Cursed energy serves to expel. Sorcerers can use cursed energy in a controlled manner, but its essence is the same. We are pushing outward something and creating space."
With her sword, Sayaka pierced the thorax of three floating Adelberts who let out a cry of alarm, drawing the attention of the Witch, who turned toward her. She felt the weight of the familiars as light as clouds and shook her sword, vaporizing their corpses.
She felt the sensation of the yellow ribbon in her hand, gripped it, and wrapped the witch's dark roots in them while dodging the claws.
'One... two...' She watched as one got close enough to scratch her arm with a deep cut.
The wound burned.
'Dammit.'
She skidded for a moment.
She glanced at the man and covered the wound with her hand as quickly as possible so he wouldn't see.
She could feel his gaze on her for a brief moment; noticing that the attack had touched her.
A small drop of sweat rolled down her forehead. Afraid he might interfere, she narrowed her eyes and then glared at him, hoping it would be enough for him to understand the message: 'I. can. handle. this.'
Finally, he looked back at his own hand, curling the fingers that had just begun to rise, and once again, started talking about whatever it was.
Sayaka let out a sigh, healed herself, and retaliated by entangling the roots with the ribbons.
"In a normal environment, well, any environment, cursed energy flows freely, like human nature. But here, the density of something already occupies the space and weighs down my technique. When I try to use it and create this expulsion, a... friction occurs."
Sayaka pulled away with a leap, observing her handiwork; a web of yellow ribbons extended across the witch's body, pinning its root-claws as it writhed in sobs.
She stepped on one of the ribbons as a test, watching it ripple. She had created an attack platform for herself.
She held her breath and aimed her sword at the witch's greasy thorax. "Good," she said with a breathless smile, then ran without hesitation toward the center.
"For some reason, here the nature is to pull everything inward, to crush and compress space. There is some kind of invisible mass in this environment, resulting from a single source. But from what?"
Sayaka then let out her victorious cry and immediately sliced the witch in half with force; the witch contorted as if screaming, moving her hair before vanishing, and the grief seed appeared like a game achievement.
'Perfect.'
She gave a small victorious smile, feeling her shoulders relax from a tension she hadn't even realized she was carrying.
In a snap, the Labyrinth unraveled, and they were back in the same complex of alleys in Shinjuku. The festival had already ended, and at the far end of the narrow lanes, the usual movement of people walking through the district and the bright lights of the massive buildings were visible once more.
Sayaka reached out for the jewel on the ground, a victorious smile still playing on her lips. But before her fingers could close around it, in the blink of an eye, the Grief Seed vanished, reappearing between Gojo’s long fingers as he flipped it like a common coin.
"Hey! Give that back!" she shouted, her battle adrenaline instantly souring into pure indignation.
"Not yet," the man said with a grin, his blindfold already back in place as he stared down at the girl. "You have something I need, don't you?" He extended an open palm toward the girl, who hesitated for a moment.
She remembered the pursuit from before.
The finger.
She looked beneath her bandages, and there it was, tucked against her stomach: the putrid finger.
"You seem pretty stubborn. So you’re not going to give that back for nothing, are you? Then, let’s make a deal. You give that to me, and I’ll give you back this gothic little pebble. What do you think?"
Sayaka clicked her tongue in annoyance but soon let out a sigh. She looked at Sukuna’s finger - which she had previously considered absorbing, but now, with a new way out, it just looked... disgusting. Desperate.
With the Grief Seed right there, the temptation to become something worse had evaporated.
"Fine, whatever! I didn't even want this weird finger anyway," she grumbled, tossing the object to him without ceremony. "You can keep your trash."
Gojo caught Sukuna’s finger mid-air with a victorious smile before handing the Grief Seed over to the girl at the exact same moment.
'Well, at least he’s honest,' she thought as she received the object and tucked it away among her rags.
Sayaka adjusted her cape and prepared to vanish back into the shadows of the alleys. She had the Grief Seed. That was all that mattered.
"Hey," Gojo called out, in that classic, cheerful, and carefree tone.
Sayaka stopped, but she didn't turn around. Her shoulders were tense. "What now? I gave you the finger. We’re even."
"Technically, yeah," Gojo said, stepping closer until he leaned against the wall of the Yokocho, looking completely at home despite his bizarre attire. He pulled a few simple yen notes from his pocket. Crumpled, but honest. "But my student was quite insistent. He said it wouldn't be a real 'thank you' if it didn't come out of his own pocket."
Before she could open her mouth, he raised a finger to silence her, continuing with a grin.
"And since I’m such a responsible teacher, I added a little 'bonus' for the trouble of having to endure my lecture." He then added a thick roll of yen notes, held together by a simple rubber band, making sure to place the crumpled notes on top, as if they were the most important part.
She paused as she felt the money being placed in her hand. Sayaka stared at the cash and couldn't help but feel a warm sensation in her heart, a sense of appreciation.
She had saved someone, and someone was truly grateful.
"Tell him... tell him he didn't have to," she murmured, her voice losing some of its edge. "And, thanks... I guess," she added, acknowledging the man's contribution before looking up at him.
"And you? Are you going to keep following me?"
"Me? No." He let out a light laugh. "I’ve got missions to do, paperwork- adult stuff." Gojo waved his hand dismissively. "And I think we’ve both had enough of this Dr. Slump act for one night."
'Of this what?'
He began to walk away, hands back in his pockets, whistling an unpretentious tune. But after a few steps, he stopped and looked back over his shoulder. "Be careful with that little pebble, kid. And maybe get some sleep? You look like you've been awake since the Heian period."
"Look who's talking," she muttered, watching the man walk away.
She turned her head the opposite way and moved forward.
Sayaka walked through the yokochos, which now seemed brighter and more welcoming. The heavy, oppressive atmosphere of the Witch had vanished, replaced by the comforting smell of grilled food and the distant chatter of late-night diners.
As she turned a corner, she spotted a familiar silhouette. Mabayu was standing in front of a small, brightly lit confectionery, staring intently at the display of cakes of various flavors through the glass.
"Mabayu?" Sayaka called out, her voice a bit raspy.
Mabayu jumped, nearly tripping over her own feet as she spun around. Her eyes widened, shimmering with a mix of shock and overwhelming relief. "Sayaka-chan! You... you're back! Where have you been? You’ve been gone for one whole day now! I looked everywhere, I thought... I thought the Labyrinth had-"
"One whole day?" Sayaka repeated, stunned. To her, it felt like barely an hour had passed.
She looked down at the thick roll of yen in her hand and then back at the shop window.
Mabayu looked exhausted, worried as always. Sayaka let out a long, heavy sigh. Not of irritation, but rather of a tension finally leaving her body.
"I’m fine, Mabayu. And that guy has finally left us alone," Sayaka muttered, stepping toward the shop door. "Come on. Let’s go in."
"Eh? Wait, Sayaka-chan! You don't have to!" Mabayu stammered, waving her paws (hands?) frantically as she hurried after her. "We should go back, it's late and you look hurt! Really, you don't need to do this! Let’s just go!"
Sayaka ignored the protests, pushing the glass door open. The chime of the entrance bell rang clearly - a domestic, peaceful sound.
"I’m paying, Mabayu. Pick the biggest one," Sayaka said, her tone firm, but slightly softer than before.
Inside the shop, Mabayu continued to hover nervously around her, still whispering, "No, really, it’s fine!" but Sayaka was already pointing at the cakes.
"What the hell is your problem?"
Sayaka heard a voice, irritatingly familiar, and looked up to find the cashier; red eyes staring her down, looking her over from head to toe.
"Weird outfit. Hey, can't you see the 'Closed' sign? Or cosplay much?" she said with a smirk, and Sayaka couldn't help but feel a nerve of irritation throb in her forehead.
"I have cash, and I'm hungry."
This made the girl hesitate before her smirk widened. "Oh, really?"
"Kyoko-chan! Please, respect the customers." A taller woman with greenish hair appeared in a bit of a hurry. The girl, Kyoko, seemed to falter upon seeing her and immediately sat back in the cashier's chair, and pouted, as if nothing had happened.
"I’m so sorry about that; she wants to cut the shift short because it’s Saturday," the woman said in a sympathetic tone before smiling. "My name is Sakie Aki, and welcome to our café!"
***
In front of a cinema in Kawasaki, the police sirens flickered bursts of red and blue, casting long shadows of the officers against the pavement. The air here felt different: heavier, thicker.
"The residues are fresh," Nanami Kento said, adjusting his tie with perfectionist precision. "Three victims. Deformed beyond recognition. It is a disagreeable way to spend a Saturday night. Let’s settle this."
"Right, let's go in," Yuuji said, pulling back his hood in the rain as they both stepped inside the theater.
EXTRA:
It didn’t take long for Gojo to arrive at Jujutsu High, heading toward a dormitory further away from the freshmen where he stayed. When he opened the door to the assistant managers' office, the place was absolute chaos.
Was that... fire?
"GOJO-SAN! GOJO-SAN!" Suddenly, a woman screamed - Akari Nitta’s voice pierced through the noise, and everyone in the room seemed to freeze instantly.
"HE’S ALIVE!! GOJO IS BACK!"
"Eh?" Gojo uttered, tilting his head.