"Hey, chat group, come take a look—who's just shown up here? Satoru Gojo!" Watching the newcomer who had only just joined the group, a faint, peculiar expression surfaced on Anthony's face. He flipped back and forth through the chat logs several times over, yet still couldn't figure out exactly how he'd managed to summon this soul successfully.
No way, man, I'm just saying here—so there's a Sukuna dungeon open for this one too, huh.
[Master of the Pure White Throne: Real talk, I feel like I've gotta go and train up that "Speak and It Shall Be" function of mine. Anyone feel me?]
[AAA Urban Demoness: I get what you mean.]
[Strongest Modern Sorcerer: ...Where...am I?]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: Damn, I almost forgot. Welcome, newcomer—this is the Dimensional Dead chat group. Newly joined members can go check out the group announcements.]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: Once you've read them, remember to send me the screenshot of your Perfect Resurrection requirements.]
Having deftly typed out this string of boilerplate remarks, Anthony sat upon the Pure White Throne, stroking his chin, mulling things over privately in his heart.
Satoru Gojo had joined the group—this, for Anthony, was something of a surprise... But since he'd already come all this way, the usual customs couldn't be skipped.
What's more, Satoru Gojo had arrived at precisely the right moment.
Watching Satoru Gojo, who had fallen silent, the peculiar look on Anthony's face grew all the more pronounced.
With Satoru Gojo, Anthony was naturally extraordinarily familiar... or rather, this fellow was simply a little too famous.
Teach, oh Teach, how is it you never managed to throw down and beat Sukuna?
He sighed a couple of such remarks inwardly, but at the same time, the various states that Satoru Gojo was theoretically in right now had already naturally surfaced in his mind.
First—since this was after Satoru Gojo's death, then in all likelihood it was still during the time of fighting Sukuna...
It might even be that Sukuna hadn't been finished off yet. It just depended on which stage of the relay battle things had reached.
As for Sukuna, Anthony was, after all, a little curious.
Not curious about how strong Sukuna was, mind you—mainly curious about how many souls Sukuna could be worth, tossed into the Eighteen Layers of Hell. Sukuna? You're the one who's the challenger (Mercilessly).
Still, since everyone was already here, and seeing that the whole gang had been idle to the point of restlessness, Anthony suddenly started to get a little itch in his hands.
[Master of the Pure White Throne: How should I put it—right now Teach is probably still reading the announcements. Anyone want to sign up to go fight Sukuna?] [Let Night City Burn: Fight Sukuna...?]
[Founder of the Golden Spirit: What even is that?]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: You could call it one of that new member's enemies. All in all there's a fair number of memes about it... Never mind, I'll just post it straight to the group.]
[Master of the Pure White Throne has uploaded a group file · Sukuna Challenge Match]
And so, a stretch of silence fell over the chat group. During this silent interval, Anthony waited patiently, until the first member typed out their words.
[Warrior of the Himmel-Departed Frieren Era: Count me in.]
[Warrior of the Himmel-Departed Frieren Era: Just finished reading it—feels like it's going to be a lot of fun.] [Let Night City Burn: Uh, not too sure whether I'll be of any help, but in any case, add me to the list too.]
[Grand Flame Wordsmith: I'm free over here.]
[AAA Urban Demoness: Hold on—this Sukuna, is he from some comedy work?]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: One word—are you coming or not?]
[AAA Urban Demoness: I'm coming. Let me just wrap up the smoke-war on my end and I'll be right over.]
[Founder of the Golden Spirit: Everyone's signing up so eagerly. Still, I have one question...]
[Founder of the Golden Spirit: I just looked over the document Mr. Anthony posted. While it certainly does leave one at a loss for what to say, still—that thing shouldn't be as strong as imagined, should it?]
[Founder of the Golden Spirit: With this many people going over, is it really necessary?]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: It's fine, just a casual fun match—think of it as a way to let everyone relax.]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: Sure, there's the question of how long Sukuna can hold out... but I don't think that really counts as a problem.]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: Everyone, remember to hold back a little when the time comes.]
[Strongest Modern Sorcerer: ...] [Master of the Pure White Throne: The man of the hour's arrived?]
For a moment, within the boundless, endless void, Satoru Gojo's soul propped up his own head.
Amid the nothingness, his head, too, felt waves of throbbing pain... Satoru Gojo couldn't quite make sense of what this was all about. Still, what was abundantly clear was that he had indeed joined this chat group.
At this thought, Satoru Gojo raised his head, gazing at the chat group's panel of glowing screen before him, knitting his brows, and sank into silence.
[Strongest Modern Sorcerer: I just flipped through the announcements... So, is everything written there true?] [Strongest Modern Sorcerer: Resurrection, or something else of that sort?]
Satoru Gojo scrolled through the messages above, but he couldn't quite comprehend the existence of these [weirdos].
It had all come too suddenly, so much so that he hadn't yet been able to react...
His memory still lingered on that final scene. The slash that had blanketed the entire heaven and earth, and the flashing life-montage that followed. Immediately after, everything had come to an end.
Then his soul had returned to this void, and after that, he'd seen this chat group before him.
——Resurrection and the like—could such a thing really exist?
This isn't some joke, is it?
Yet the next moment, Satoru Gojo couldn't help but recall that battle...
Even though they'd held countless tactical discussions before the fight, even the tactics for after his own death had already been deliberated upon...
Still, one couldn't help but worry over whether they would pull off the win. [Master of the Pure White Throne: Mm, of course—everything you've seen is indeed real.]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: If you've got any more questions, you can ask me. I have a rough understanding of your experiences—both before your death and after it.]
Reading Anthony's words, Satoru Gojo's throat bobbed up and down once. After a moment, he slowly typed out his query amid his hesitation:
[Strongest Modern Sorcerer: So then—that battle against Sukuna, did we win?]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: Oh, that one—yeah, that one was indeed won....]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: After all, there's no such thing as a hot-blooded shonen manga that fails to beat the final boss in the end, right?] [Strongest Modern Sorcerer: We won... As long as we won, that's good.]
Seeing this message from Anthony, only then did Satoru Gojo quietly let out a sigh of relief in his heart, feeling waves of ease wash over him. But soon, his spirits tensed up once more, and somewhat nervously he asked: [Strongest Modern Sorcerer: In the end, which tactic was the one that worked?]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: Uh, about that...]
In an instant, Anthony's expression turned odd.
After all, it was common knowledge that Jujutsu Kaisen was a great manga. (Note: applicable only after Chapter 236, strictly as a comedy manga.)
Anthony actually thought Jujutsu Kaisen was quite well drawn. As for that final stretch of battle—since he'd read it all in one sitting, he found it tolerable enough... but that didn't change the fact that the author's creative approach at the very end was downright "off-the-rails flights of fancy."
[Master of the Pure White Throne: Strictly speaking, in the end not a single one of the tactics worked.]
[Strongest Modern Sorcerer: ?]
[Strongest Modern Sorcerer: Then how on earth did you deal with Sukuna?]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: Allow me to tell here a tale of a mysterious farm-stay outing and eight consecutive Black Flashes breaking through Sukuna's defenses.]
[Strongest Modern Sorcerer: ?]
Satoru Gojo didn't grasp what Anthony meant.
[Strongest Modern Sorcerer: Then the one who finally killed Sukuna was...]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: Itadori. The heights he grew to in the end were honestly pretty absurd.]
[Strongest Modern Sorcerer: ...]
For a moment Satoru Gojo didn't know what to say, his gaze drifting away for a time from that azure glowing screen.
So it was that boy, Yuji Itadori...
He truly lived up to everyone's expectations. You've grown, too, Itadori. In this moment, the soul amid the void seemed to curve into a faint smile. Soon enough, however, Satoru Gojo recalled some other matters, and so, urgently, he posed another question to Anthony. [Strongest Modern Sorcerer: In that case, then—what about the final casualties?]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: A fair bit.]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: The destruction caused was rather considerable. Though I don't know what stage things have reached now, there should still be plenty of room to set things right.] [Strongest Modern Sorcerer: I understand.]
After seeing the message Anthony sent, Satoru Gojo gazed at this empty space, and toward Anthony's words he'd come to feel a few more measures of trust.
At the same time, he pondered quietly in his heart.
The casualties were a fair bit heavy... he himself had a chance at resurrection...
These various phrases linked together in Satoru Gojo's heart, and in the end, formed one supremely vivid thought.
Then, beyond all doubt, the thing he had to do next was, no matter what, to find a way to go back!
And besides, that boy Itadori's growth seemed so dazzlingly brilliant that one couldn't help but want to go and see it.
For a moment, within the empty space, the corners of the soul's mouth curved into a radiant smile.
As a teacher, there was no longer anything more gratifying than witnessing with one's own eyes the child he'd nurtured grow into a fine, capable person.
[Strongest Modern Sorcerer: One last question—how did Itadori end up in the end?]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: Please enter your text.] [Master of the Pure White Throne: Jokes aside—in short, he grew to a very great height. Probably even higher than you.]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: How about it? Anything else to ask? If there are no other questions, then hurry up and pull out the screenshot of your resurrection conditions—I'll give you an expert consultation.]
[Strongest Modern Sorcerer: Nothing else. As for the resurrection conditions, let me see—this should be it, right?]
[Strongest Modern Sorcerer: [Screenshot]]
And so, Satoru Gojo sent over a screenshot. Anthony, with practiced ease, opened it up and began examining Satoru Gojo's resurrection conditions.
First was, as expected, the points. On this point, Anthony merely gave it a glance before skipping past it.
Pass, pass, pass—no matter how many, it won't cost much. He had points to spare right now; this little bit was nothing!
As for the remaining resurrection conditions… Anthony looked carefully, and a hint of surprise surfaced on his face.
Because Satoru Gojo's resurrection conditions this time, compared to everyone else's in the past, could only be described as vastly different.
This time, the chat group didn't seem to lay out a string of resurrection conditions, telling you to complete all of them and that it would take responsibility for fishing the person back... This time, the chat group seemed more to have provided a single resurrection ritual.
Then it told you that, so long as you completed this ritual, there'd be no need for anyone's help one way or another—you could simply resurrect that person directly.
After carefully looking over Teach's resurrection conditions, Anthony discovered, to his surprise, that this ritual seemed rather simple? At its root, it was nothing more than fighting Sukuna.
Fight Sukuna long enough, and Teach would just come back to life!
[Master of the Pure White Throne: OK, got it—this round's resurrection conditions are fairly simple.]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: So next up is the long-awaited group team-building segment... I'll initiate the group teleport first, everyone remember to keep up.] [Master of the Pure White Throne: Oh right, @Ally of Justice, remember to ask Shirou Emiya—if he's coming, give him the beacon. I'll be carrying a beacon node on me at all times.]
[Ally of Justice: Understood.]
At this moment, Kiritsugu Emiya, who was in England searching for a magus, sent out this reply.
[Group member Master of the Pure White Throne has initiated a group teleport.]
Casually pressing the teleport interface within the chat group, Anthony simultaneously began gathering up his belongings, preparing to make a trip over to the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.
That said, though he called them belongings, there was really only one thing Anthony actually needed to bring... A glass window.
By now Anthony had truly developed the habit—no matter where he went, the glass window never left his hands.
What if it came in handy at some point?
Kids, possibility is just too darn useful—you know that?
Taking the glass window along, Anthony closed his eyes and once again felt that sensation, like being clubbed over the head.
And so, his vision went black, and in the next instant, his soul had already passed through the Primordial River, crossing countless distances, heading into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.
In the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.
As far as the eye could see, it was almost all crumbling walls and ruins.
Anthony's feet landed upon the earth. Scanning the surrounding environment, a wistful expression appeared on his face. "What a waste... Never mind, I won't dwell on it for now."
And so, in the next moment, his soul swept across the entire world.
Within his soul's field of vision, Anthony quickly spotted a region of abnormal energy. Focusing his gaze, he discovered two people locked in battle within it.
Itadori and Aoi Todo. And besides them, the opponent the two were ganging up on—Ryomen Sukuna!
"So this is the point in time, is it?"
For a moment Anthony revealed a look tinged with a touch of astonishment. Immediately after, he opened up the chat group, glanced at the screenshot Satoru Gojo had sent earlier, and nodded to himself. Good—this way, he already understood clearly which resurrection ritual line came next...
Soon, Anthony sketched out a complete resurrection plan in his mind, and walked forward, all the while starting to nudge people along in the group chat.
[Master of the Pure White Throne: I've already arrived. Hurry, hurry, hurry—where are you all?] [Master of the Pure White Throne: Assemble and let's fight Sukuna!]
[Warrior of the Himmel-Departed Frieren Era: On my way.]
The next moment, accompanied by a tearing of space, the blue-haired swordsman scrambled somewhat awkwardly out from a rift in space. Though he looked a little dizzy, he still didn't forget to strike a cool, dashing pose as he landed.
"Even at a time like this you still haven't forgotten to show off, you fellow..." "What kind of nonsense is that you're spouting!"
Himmel retorted with a tone full of disdain, while gazing out at his surroundings: "So then, where's this fellow called Ryomen Sukuna?"
"I went out of my way to part with Frieren for a while, carving out the time to come here and fight Sukuna—so don't you dare disappoint me..." "Don't be impatient just yet—let's wait until everyone's gathered. In a bit we'll first go and have a word with the rear support."
Anthony turned his head, looking toward the other side, and spoke in a calm tone: "Though fighting Sukuna is the task to be accomplished—or rather, the group's collective activity... still, we mustn't forget the most fundamental objective."
"Let's hold off on everything until our group member is resurrected. While fighting Sukuna is indeed quite interesting, it'll still have to wait until Teach has been successfully revived."
"Fine then... Oh, someone's coming."
Himmel seemed to let out a sigh, then slightly raised his eyebrows, seeing David leap out from a portal off to the side. The Earth-series Forgemaster's body activated in midair; the mech executed a beautiful tactical maneuver, landing successfully and offsetting the dizziness brought on by being clubbed over the head.
Immediately after, Sister Jie walked out from the portal, pressing a hand to her forehead with a touch of dizziness.
"This teleportation... I still haven't quite gotten used to it even now. Next time, let's just have everyone use the Underworld's system, Little Thirteen." So saying, Jie turned toward Anthony as she spoke. Anthony nodded noncommittally, then pulled Jie aside.
"Sister Jie, in a bit I might need a little help from you."
"Hm? What kind of help? Just go ahead and say it."
A hint of surprise appeared on Jie's face, then, narrowing her eyes, she asked Anthony.
Anthony, for his part, lowered his head, looking at the glass window beside him, while his soul's gaze at this moment focused upon Yuji Itadori on the distant battlefield, a light, breezy smile appearing on his face.
"It's nothing. Just a tiny little plan, that's all... In a bit I might need you to provide some assistance."
"As for the specifics of the plan… Carmen, are you there?"
"I'm here at all times."
Carmen's voice rang out, calm yet carrying a touch of helplessness, addressing Anthony in a tone that brooked no doubt. And so, Anthony gave a slight nod.
"In a bit I'll need you to communicate with Itadori and Sukuna... On Sukuna's side, just use the familiar method. You understand, right?" "Sure. Itadori is that... the boy from the message you sent?"
"Mm, that's him. Just guide him a little, get him to accept your power. We need him to have some possibility-affinity."
Anthony nodded slightly: "As for the rest, I'll leave it to you, Sister Jie. Carmen grants the affinity, Sister Jie uses her Authority to pull it up just a notch... the rest, leave it to me to handle, and I can reimburse the expenses afterward on my end."
"Small matter, no trouble at all. And there's no need for you to go to any expense."
Jie seemed to smile as she spoke to Anthony. Anthony didn't reply, merely giving Jie a slight nod—a gesture of gratitude for Sister Jie's trust.
And so, immediately after, Anthony turned his head, looking toward the chat group members who had gradually drawn near, and for a moment, a faint smile appeared on his face. "Looks like everyone's here... Well then, shall we get going?"
He blinked his eyes and said: "Let's go fight Sukuna together!"
Many years later, in the Eighteen Layers of Hell of the Underworld, facing an endless 007 schedule and an over-saturated workload, Sukuna would recall this day of utter despair.
There was one thing he never figured out in his whole life.
And that was just how big a thing he'd done to make such a huge crowd of netherworld freaks come knocking at his door to beat him up.
Meanwhile, upon the battlefield.
"Brother! Are you ready?!"
"Mm, I'm ready."
Itadori lowered his stance slightly, exhaling slowly, adjusting his body's cursed energy and condition, his eyes fixed intently on Ryomen Sukuna before him, his expression utterly grave.
In his hand he gripped a pebble, pouring cursed energy into it, poised in a stance ready to strike at any moment.
And at Yuji Itadori's side stood Aoi Todo, wielding Boogie Woogie: Modified. At this moment, the two of them each stood on one side, facing off against Ryomen Sukuna. For a time, Ryomen Sukuna, looking at these two thorny fellows, couldn't help but feel waves of a headache coming on.
These two guys were really... infuriating.
He bared his teeth, looking toward the pair, and raised his hand—just as he was about to do something, when, all of a sudden, his form involuntarily stiffened. By his ears, a gentle female voice rang out, wave after wave:
"Ryomen Sukuna... what was it that taught you love?"
"What was it that taught you to destroy ideals?"
"And why is it that, when facing these two people, you feel such a sense of being cornered—"
"——Is it because you don't yet have strong enough power? Or because you're still not penetrating enough in your understanding?" What the hell is this——
Listening to that gentle female voice by his ears, Ryomen Sukuna subconsciously wanted to break free, but then he became immersed in the tenderness of that voice, as though falling into some kind of utopia, unable to extricate himself.
By the time he came to his senses, a flicker of terror—rarely seen—had actually surfaced in his eyes.
No fluctuation of cursed energy?
What on earth is this thing! "Get the hell away from me!"
He roared out, and in an instant surged forward and up. And at this very moment, Yuji Itadori sprinted madly ahead, hurling the pebble, while Aoi Todo, after a calm analysis, immediately swung his left hand!
Boogie Woogie: Modified, activate!
The next moment, Yuji Itadori inherited the pebble's velocity, charging swiftly forward, striking toward Sukuna—and at this very moment, that gentle female voice rang out by his ears as well.
However, unlike Sukuna's situation just before, Yuji Itadori didn't feel that sense of having his rhythm forcibly interrupted.
On the contrary... under the care of that gentle female voice, he felt his whole mental state more concentrated than ever before!
In this moment, Yuji Itadori felt his condition growing ever stronger, to the point of trending toward its very peak! And besides, under the care of that gentle female voice, Yuji Itadori felt as though he could see a multitude of stars.
As if, within an endlessly extending river, he gazed upon infinitely distant stars… visible the moment he raised his head, and in his daze, it was as though he saw the boundless, endless possibilities that belonged to himself.
But the next moment, Yuji Itadori came back to his senses.
Yet by this time, his body had already reacted faster than his own instincts. Black Flash!
In that instant, one of control, one of amplification, Yuji Itadori threw out this punch almost unconsciously—yet it landed squarely and solidly upon Ryomen Sukuna's chest.
Like a peal of rolling thunder, in that instant, with the landing of the Black Flash, Ryomen Sukuna finally snapped back to his senses from the endless sinking. Wincing in pain, he glared with eyes wide open toward Yuji Itadori.
"You bastard——"
Before his words had even finished, only their echo remained lingering in the air.
Boogie Woogie: Modified began to vibrate once more.
The swaps proceeded almost infinitely, so that one had no idea whatsoever when they might possibly come to a stop!
Faced with this scene, even Ryomen Sukuna felt a little numb with dread.
Especially given that he had absolutely no idea who that unknown sorcerer who'd just entered the scene actually was——
——Only within the void, Carmen gave a yawn and typed out a message to Anthony in the chat group.
[AAA Urban Demoness: @Master of the Pure White Throne, alright, it's done.]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: Good, thanks for the trouble.]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: So now, since the foreshadowing has been laid, it's time to wait for the payoff... and for the moment, let's let the plot continue to develop forward.]
[AAA Urban Demoness: What are you going to do?]
[Master of the Pure White Throne: You'll be able to see it any moment now.]
Why's he being so mysterious about it?
Carmen was a bit baffled, but soon, she lowered her head and looked down below.
With this lowering of her head, Carmen saw a scene that left quite the unforgettable impression on her...
A mysterious figure bursting into the battlefield! "?"
Carmen glanced at the person and, for some reason, suddenly felt as though they looked quite familiar.
It seemed she'd seen them in the introduction pack Anthony had sent over—hiss, wait, no, isn't this Satoru Gojo?
Resurrected this quickly already?
For a moment, Carmen looked toward him with some astonishment, but then she saw the suture lines on his forehead and instinctively sensed that something seemed off somewhere.
Of course, Carmen was naturally not the only one to have seen that mysterious figure bursting onto the battlefield.
When Sukuna raised his head, he happened to catch sight of Satoru Gojo bursting into this place, and in an instant, his pupils trembled violently. But the next moment, in the instant he glimpsed the suture lines atop that person's head, a mocking smile appeared on Sukuna's face. "So that's how it is... I rather underestimated you before! Yuta Okkotsu!"
Yuta Okkotsu, who had burst onto the battlefield, gave no answer whatsoever. He merely gazed at Sukuna's figure, bending down slightly, pondering silently in his heart.
There was no need to question anything about it... after all, this was a tactic Jujutsu High had thought up long ago.
It was just that only he himself could carry it out.
At this moment, Yuta Okkotsu closed his eyes, recalling in his mind scene after scene from before.
In fact, Yuta Okkotsu's entrance had been slightly earlier than expected.
As for why such a situation had arisen… well, one would have to ask just what Anthony had been up to on his end.
Yuta Okkotsu still remembered the mysterious youth who'd suddenly entered the medical department while he lay on the operating table, urging the medical staff to proceed with the surgery.
That black hair and those purple eyes had truly left quite a deep impression on Yuta Okkotsu.
And moreover, especially when he was already on the brink of death, the first words that youth spoke to him: "——Do you want to quicken your pace a little?" "..."
Yuta Okkotsu closed his eyes.
He... needed to quicken his pace.
Facing Sukuna, he had to quicken his pace.
When he closed his eyes, he'd still recall the little moments he'd once shared with his teacher...
Yuta Okkotsu gently let out a breath, and in his mind, scenes from the past instantly surfaced.
He still remembered the words he'd said to Gojo-sensei back then...
I'm going to become a monster too, Gojo-sensei.
This thought flashed through his heart, but the next moment, Yuta Okkotsu's expression couldn't help but change.
Because, in his memory, Gojo-sensei suddenly spoke up to Yuta Okkotsu of his own accord.
"Ah, Yuta... as for becoming a monster and all that—let me go first."
In that instant, Yuta Okkotsu's expression fell into bewilderment.
He couldn't make any sense at all of what the situation was now.
Wait, wait—there definitely shouldn't be this segment in his memory!
But then what was going on? Why would a memory that didn't exist appear...?
"Hey, why have you suddenly stopped moving where you stand?"
Sukuna knit his brows, raised his hand, transforming it into a blade: "If that's all there is to it, then I'll be the one to come to you, you know...?"
Even as he spoke, however, he still remained where he was, holding his troops back, warily glancing about in all directions.
It couldn't be helped—the present situation left Ryomen Sukuna no choice but to be cautious about it.
The earlier situation had simply been far too strange... Ryomen Sukuna really couldn't figure out just who on earth that traceless, shadowless sorcerer was.
Why was it able to influence him so completely without leaving a trace?
But the next moment, Ryomen Sukuna knit his brows, sensing that the very countenance of Yuta Okkotsu before him had suddenly shifted. As though some familiar fellow had possessed him, suddenly, he pointed a finger forward and slowly blew out a breath—and in an instant, Ryomen Sukuna's expression abruptly changed.
This motion was simply far too familiar, so much so that in that instant, Ryomen Sukuna even experienced a kind of hallucination, feeling as though the person before him were truly Satoru Gojo, rather than Yuta Okkotsu.
But the next moment, the expression of Yuta Okkotsu before him returned to normal, no longer displaying that sudden state of seeming as though Satoru Gojo had possessed him.
For a time, ripples of unease stirred in Sukuna's heart.
What on earth... was going on...
Why were strange occurrences happening one after another?!
As for Yuta Okkotsu, he remained where he stood at this moment, and from his expression, he too seemed evidently somewhat bewildered. But soon, he raised his head, feeling that inexplicable calling within his heart.
"Yuta... Yuta!" "Focus your mind!"
And so, in that instant, Yuta Okkotsu's spirits were greatly lifted, and an inexplicable thought rose up in his heart.
How familiar this voice was... so familiar that Yuta Okkotsu even developed this inexplicable feeling, just this once.
Gwah... I've already felt it, I've already felt it—Gojo-sensei is reviving within my body!
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