"In Kyoto."
Geto Suguru's answer was unexpected.
"Kyoto?"
Toho Hiroshi was surprised. "You're back? Why didn't you say anything beforehand?"
"It was a last-minute decision."
Geto Suguru's tone grew slightly more serious. "Yuki Tsukumo and I ran into Miss Mei."
Toho Hiroshi's eyes flickered. "Senior Mei Mei? Wasn't she abroad handling 'inheritances' and tracking scattered Jujutsu-related incidents?"
"Yes. But she recently returned for a lead she has been tracking for seven years."
Geto Suguru paused, lowering his voice, "It's about Prince Sawara."
That name instantly sharpened Toho Hiroshi's gaze.
Prince Sawara.
One of the four great Ancient Vengeful Spirits who were supposed to be resurrected during the Culling Game but never appeared.
The depth of his grudge and the honor of his status far surpassed that of an ordinary Cursed Spirit.
After the dust settled from that great war seven years ago, everyone assumed he had either failed to resurrect under some unknown condition or was deeply hidden and undiscovered, but as time passed, this hidden danger was gradually buried in the depths of memory.
"What did Mei Mei find?"
Toho Hiroshi asked in a deep voice.
"She suspects that Prince Sawara did not fail to resurrect, but rather exists in the world in a more secretive manner."
Geto Suguru's voice carried a hint of uncertainty. "While tracking abnormal Cursed Energy flows related to ancient imperial rituals and changes in the earth's meridians, Mei Mei found some indicative traces. These traces are extremely old and highly consistent with the recorded characteristics of the resentment harbored by Prince Sawara after his dethronement and hateful death."
"More importantly, the activity level of these traces has been slowly rising in recent years."
"Orthodoxy? Imperial rituals?"
Toho Hiroshi frowned.
This truly exceeded the scope of ordinary Cursed Spirit mischief and involved deeper historical and spiritual forces.
"It's hard to explain over the phone."
Geto Suguru said, "Mei Mei hopes we can meet up. She has some specific discoveries and theories that she needs to discuss in person. She thinks this matter might be more troublesome than we imagine. Prince Sawara's 'form of existence' might be similar to Tengen's, having integrated into a certain 'rule' or'system,' only more concealed and ancient."
Toho Hiroshi was silent for a moment.
Peace had been hard-won, and he instinctively did not want to be dragged into a new massive upheaval.
But he knew Mei Mei's tracking ability, and for Geto Suguru to relay the message with such a solemn tone, the matter was certainly not simple.
"I understand."
He finally said, "Time and location?"
"Tomorrow afternoon, at Jujutsu High. Satoru Gojo will also be present."
Geto Suguru reported the specific details.
"Alright, I will be there on time."
Hanging up the phone, Toho Hiroshi watched the setting sun outside the window. The peaceful state of mind he had while teaching his son was already replaced by a trace of hidden worry.
"Dad?"
Toho Sasuke keenly noticed the change in his father's aura, stopped manipulating his Cursed Energy, and looked up in confusion.
Tsumiki, who was in the kitchen, also poked her head out and looked over with concern.
Even little Yakumi, who was playing, stopped moving and blinked his eyes.
Shoko closed the journal, walked to his side, and without asking anything, simply squeezed his hand gently.
Toho Hiroshi took a deep breath, put down his phone, ruffled You's hair, and tried to lighten his tone: "It's nothing. Uncle Geto is back, and Dad has to go to Jujutsu High tomorrow."
He looked at Shoko and Tsumiki, giving them a reassuring glance.
But deep down, he knew.
Seven years of peace might soon be broken by this Ancient Vengeful Spirit hidden in the shadows of history.
Prince Sawara, the final vengeful spirit who was absent from the Culling Game, his true scheme was probably only just beginning to surface.
A new storm seemed to be quietly brewing in the unseen darkness... The following afternoon, the sunlight filtered through the even more lush trees of the rebuilt Jujutsu High, casting dappled shadows.
When Toho Hiroshi and Ieiri Shoko stepped into the familiar conference room side-by-side, quite a few people had already gathered inside.
A long-awaited enthusiastic atmosphere rushed toward them.
"Yo! Our Combat Consultant and Househusband has arrived!"
Gojo Satoru still had the same mannerisms. He sat sprawling in the main seat, his feet crossed and resting on the conference table. His sunglasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and his pale blue Rikugan swept over Toho Hiroshi with a teasing smile.
"Looks like these years of peaceful living haven't made you lose any weight, Toho? Or should I say, you've been taken care of too well by your two wives?"
He deliberately emphasized "two," prompting Mei Mei, who was drinking tea nearby, to let out a low, ambiguous chuckle.
"Satoru Gojo, your mouth is as annoying as ever."
Toho Hiroshi shook his head helplessly, but without any anger.
After all, he was long accustomed to this guy's behavior.
He turned his gaze to the side. "Miss Mei, long time no see."
Today, Mei Mei was still wearing a crisp business suit that accentuated her mature and attractive figure, her silver hair loosely draped.
She put down her teacup, the corners of her mouth turning up in a commercially elegant smile: "It truly has been a long time, Dongfang. It seems a peaceful life is nourishing; you look much better than you did seven years ago."
Her gaze subtly swept over Toho Hiroshi and Shoko standing close together, and her smile deepened.
"Shoko looks as graceful as ever, too."
Ieiri Shoko nodded lightly as a greeting, then walked independently to the window, hands tucked into the pockets of her white coat, calmly observing everyone present.
Since getting married, she had already quit smoking.
"Toho."
Geto Suguru's voice drifted over.
He and Yuki Tsukumo were sitting on the opposite side of the conference table.
Seven years of global travel had darkened his complexion slightly. His long hair was loosely tied back, and his demeanor was increasingly calm and gentle, lacking the former fanaticism and gloom. Only his pair of slender phoenix eyes revealed genuine warmth when looking at old friends.
Yuki Tsukumo, meanwhile, was dressed in practical travel attire, smiling heartily as she waved at Toho Hiroshi and Shoko.
"Geto, Yuki."
Toho Hiroshi smiled in response, walking to the empty seat next to Geto Suguru and sitting down. "Was the journey pleasant?"
"I saw a lot, and I thought a lot."
Geto Suguru nodded slightly. "However, it seems our brief period of tranquility is about to be broken again."
His gaze shifted toward Gojo Satoru and Mei Mei in the main seats, hinting at the purpose of the gathering.
Just then, the conference room door was pushed open again, and their former students, including Yuta Okkotsu, Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuji, and Nobara Kugisaki, walked in one after another.
They had all grown into powerful, independent Jujutsu Sorcerers, the pillars supporting the current peace in the Jujutsu World.
Seeing Toho Hiroshi, expressions of respect and joy appeared on their faces.
"Teacher "
Itadori Yuji's voice was loud, carrying unconcealed affection.
"Senior."
Yuta Okkotsu smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.
"Long time no see."
Fushiguro Megumi greeted him concisely, though his eyes held concern.
Nobara Kugisaki, meanwhile, slapped Toho Hiroshi's shoulder carelessly: "Senior! You look great! Seems like family life hasn't crushed you!"
After a round of greetings and jokes, the atmosphere in the conference room became much livelier, as if they had returned to their time at Jujutsu High many years ago.
However, everyone knew that this gathering was not a simple reunion of old friends.
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