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Sensing the gaze cast by his wife, Shoko, Toho Hiroshi felt a slight tightening in his heart.
He understood Shoko; this wife of his, who usually seemed indifferent to everything and focused solely on Reverse Cursed Technique, was actually perceptive and sharp at heart.
He had expected to see a flash of displeasure in her eyes, or at least some teasing; a small "shura field" seemed unavoidable.
However, to his surprise, the eyes of Shoko, which always carried a hint of laziness, now revealed clear encouragement and support.
She even tilted her head slightly towards Toho Hiroshi, nodded almost imperceptibly, and a knowing, gentle smile played on her lips.
At that moment, Toho Hiroshi was stunned.
Immediately, the realization he had experienced during the final battle against Yamata no Orochi, when facing the "Nothingness" that devoured everything, surfaced in his mind—in this life, one should not leave regrets behind. Power can be used to protect, but emotional bonds also require courage to face and cherish.
He already stood at the pinnacle of power; if he were to be timid even about following his own heart, then what was the meaning of this immense power?
Looking at Mei Mei before him, whose smile was like a blooming flower and whose eyes held a subtle, barely perceptible hint of nervousness and anticipation, and feeling the silent support of Shoko behind him, the last shred of hesitation in his heart vanished.
He smiled slightly, his expression shedding the coldness and majesty of the battlefield, restoring the gentleness and steadfastness that belonged to "Toho Hiroshi" himself.
He elegantly extended his hand and took the delicate hand Mei Mei offered, his voice steady and clear: "It is my honor, Miss Mei Mei."
Amidst the gazes of the crowd—some surprised, some understanding, some filled with blessings—Toho Hiroshi took Mei Mei's hand and stepped into the area in the center of the banquet hall that was temporarily serving as a dance floor.
The music was melodious, and the two danced gracefully to the rhythm. Mei Mei's red dress swayed like a blooming rose, while Toho Hiroshi's figure remained tall and straight, though his brow carried a bit more ease and softness.
Shoko raised her glass from afar, signaling to the two on the floor, and took a light sip of wine, her eyes filled with the calm and blessings of someone who had seen through everything.
She understood Toho Hiroshi, and she understood Mei Mei, and she understood even better the complex, indescribable emotions between them after having experienced life and death. As the partner who had stood by his side the longest, she chose to use tolerance and support to protect the completeness and warmth of this home.
Not long after, on a privately owned, picturesque island in the South Pacific, a grand and heartwarming wedding was held.
Toho Hiroshi did not fail any deep affection, nor did he leave behind any regrets.
At this highly anticipated wedding, Mei Mei was not the only one standing by his side.
There was also Shoko, who had supported him and redeemed each other all along the way, as well as the gentle and resilient Tsumiki Fushiguro, who carried the soul of "Ten Thousand" within her.
The three women, each with different styles yet equally closely intertwined with his fate, dressed in pure white wedding gowns, exchanged eternal vows with Toho Hiroshi under the witness of the blue sea, blue sky, and their friends and family.
Gojo Satoru once again acted as the emcee, cracking jokes, while Geto Suguru smiled and offered his blessings. The younger generation, including Yuta Okkotsu and Itadori Yuji, cheered excitedly, making the scene lively and happy.
After the wedding, this special, large family welcomed a new life.
Mei Mei gave birth to a daughter for Toho Hiroshi, naming her Toho Yuki, signifying that she was like the light illuminating the family's future, inheriting her mother's beauty and her father's powerful potential.
As for Toho Hiroshi, after completely pacifying the chaos of the Cursed Spirits, he naturally became the absolute core for maintaining the order and balance of the Jujutsu World, thanks to his unrivaled power and prestige. He was not a dictator; instead, he worked closely with the reformed The Higher-Ups and Tokyo Jujutsu High to establish a fairer and more efficient order.
One evening, a year later, the setting sun dyed the sky a warm orange.
Toho Hiroshi sat on the steps in front of the rebuilt Tokyo Jujutsu High with his two sworn friends and strongest comrades, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, just as they had in their youth.
"Time flies so fast,"
Geto Suguru sighed with emotion, "It feels like just yesterday we were still getting headaches over Special Grade Cursed Spirits, and today we're already discussing how to cultivate the next generation and the development plans for the Jujutsu World for the next fifty years."
Gojo Satoru leaned lazily against the steps, his sunglasses sliding to the tip of his nose, revealing those pale blue eyes: "Isn't it because you, Hao, have finished everything off so thoroughly that not even a decent opponent can be found? It's so boring. But having said that, the environment these brats are growing up in now is much better than it was in our time."
Toho Hiroshi looked into the distance at Yuta Okkotsu and Megumi Fushiguro, who were leading the lower-grade students in physical training, a faint smile on his lips: "This is the meaning of our struggle, isn't it? To create a world where one no longer needs to be forced to make cruel choices like we had to back then."
"That's true, I suppose."
Gojo Satoru shrugged, "But it's so peaceful that it's hard to get excited."
"Peace is the most precious thing, Satoru,"
Geto Suguru gently retorted.
The three looked at each other and smiled; the past battles of life and death and the clashes of ideals had now turned into an unspoken rapport and bond.
"Let's go."
Toho Hiroshi stood up and brushed the dust off his body, "It's a rare moment of leisure, let's go have a drink together. I've treasured a few bottles of good wine."
"Oh? Finally willing to bring them out?"
Gojo Satoru immediately perked up.
Geto Suguru also stood up with a smile: "Then I won't refuse."
The setting sun stretched their shadows long. They walked towards the faculty dormitory with their arms around each other's shoulders, their laughter drifting away on the wind, as if they were still those three lawless problem students and the honor student who always tried to hold them back from back then.
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Time flies, and years pass in the blink of an eye.
The strong man who once stirred up the world and pacified the chaotic times would eventually reach the day his life came to an end.
Deep within the Toho family estate, in a Japanese-style room filled with an atmosphere of peace, candlelight flickered.
The man who was once the strong one with snow-white hair and Dōjutsu Power that shook the world—Toho Hiroshi—was now sitting calmly cross-legged on the bed.
His face was covered in the ravines of time, his breathing weak, but those purple Rinnegan eyes that slowly scanned the people before the bed still contained a depth and calmness that saw through all worldly affairs.
The bedside was crowded with people.
His children, grandchildren, and core clansmen were all kneeling there, and the air was filled with an inseparable, thick sadness and reluctance.
The eldest son, Toho Sasuke, had reached middle age, his temperament calm and introverted, very much like his father in his youth, only his eyes were now bloodshot.
He held his father's withered hand tightly, his voice choked with sobs: "Father..."
The second son, Toho Yakami, although his personality was much steadier than in his youth, also had red eyes at this moment. He gritted his teeth, struggling not to let his tears fall, and just bowed his head heavily, his forehead pressing against the tatami mat, his shoulders trembling slightly.
The youngest daughter, Toho Yuki, possessed both her mother's radiance and her father's wisdom. She knelt behind her two older brothers, tears streaming down silently as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Further behind were Toho Sasuke's son, which was Toho Hiroshi's grandson—Toho kenta, as well as other grandchildren.
They looked at their grandfather on the bed, who was like a totem of the family, feeling the grief of that flame of life about to be extinguished.
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