The union of Fushiguro Megumi and Kurusu Hana seemed to be a natural progression.
The unspoken understanding and affection between them had been evident for a long time, a seed planted over a decade ago.
The wedding was in a traditional Japanese style, low-key yet solemn. Fushiguro Megumi still spoke little, but the gaze he directed at Kurusu Hana was filled with unwavering resolve and tenderness.
As an older sister, Tsumiki bustled about, tears welling up in her eyes, filled with relief and joy at seeing her younger brother find his lifelong partner.
Fushiguro Toji was also happy for his son, Fushiguro Megumi.
Perhaps the most touching was Itadori Yuji's wedding. He reunited with Ozawa Yuko, whom he had a mutual crush on since middle school, and they eventually got together.
At the wedding, the ones who cried the hardest were not Itadori's relatives or friends, but Choso and his cursed womb: death paintings brothers, who later gained new life through a form of 'incarnation' under the influence of complex Jujutsu and contracts.
Choso hugged Itadori, crying profusely, snot and tears streaming down his face: "Little brother! Wuwuwu... You're finally married! Big brother... Big brother is so happy!"
The other cursed womb brothers also gathered around, wailing loudly, creating a chaotic yet incredibly moving scene.
Aoi Todo was equally emotional.
He patted Itadori's shoulder, his voice booming, tears streaming down his face: "My sworn friend! You've finally found a woman who appreciates the aesthetics of your 'Black Flash'! I'm so relieved! Truly my sworn friend!"
His cries almost drowned out Choso and his brothers, making the guests both amused and touched.
As for Geto Suguru and Yuki Tsukumo, these two Special Grade Sorcerers chose a more unconstrained path.
They did not marry anyone but each embarked on a journey around the world.
Yuki Tsukumo dedicated herself to researching more possibilities for completely eradicating curses worldwide, while Geto Suguru seemed to be slowly smoothing out the wrinkles in his heart during his long journey, searching for true self-redemption.
Geto Suguru's postcards occasionally arrived at Tokyo Jujutsu High from various corners of the world. The photos showed him with Mimiko and Nanako visiting different places, with backgrounds of desert sunsets or snowy mountain peaks, his smile peaceful and free.
As for Toho Hiroshi, after experiencing that astonishing 'triple wedding,' his life also settled into a busy yet happy 'normalcy.'
He was both an indispensable top combatant and consultant for Tokyo Jujutsu High, and the center of his family.
He had a son with Ieiri Shoko, named Dongfang You, symbolizing blessings from heaven.
You inherited his father's deep black hair and his mother's calm, taciturn demeanor. At a young age, he displayed astonishing talent for precise Cursed Energy manipulation and was often taken by Shoko to the infirmary for 'observation,' under the guise of early education.
And the son he had with Fushiguro Tsumiki (who coexisted with Yorozu inside her) was named Dongfang Yao, symbolizing light and brilliance.
Yao's personality was more lively and outgoing, with ancient Cursed Energy flowing within him from his mother (Yorozu). Occasionally, he would unconsciously trigger strange phenomena, causing Tsumiki and Yorozu (who occasionally took control of the body) much worry.
Toho Hiroshi often needed to balance the delicate relationship between his two wives, even though Shoko mostly lived in the research institute, and Tsumiki and Yorozu had to coordinate their time in control of the body.
At the same time, he also had to deal with two energetic and exceptionally talented sons, a challenge that, in his own view, sometimes even surpassed his battle against Tengen back then.
Under the setting sun, he held his youngest son, Yao, watching his eldest son, You, practice basic Cursed Energy control and Sharingan in the courtyard, with Shoko and Tsumiki beside him, occasionally bickering but mostly in sync.
Yorozu grumbled discontentedly in the sea of consciousness, "A doting mother spoils the child."
In the distance, the faint sound of Gojo Satoru and Utahime Iori arguing over some trivial matter could be heard again.
The once tumultuous, life-and-death battles seemed like a distant past, replaced by these trivial, real, sometimes headache-inducing, yet incredibly warm daily routines.
Toho Hiroshi gently exhaled, a calm and contented smile gracing his face.
This human world, full of mundane life, this peace and bustle that he needed to protect with his entire life, perhaps this was the best answer he had found after traversing cycles of reincarnation and crossing life and death.
Seven years were enough to heal many wounds and allow a new order and routine to take deep root.
Tokyo rebuilt itself at an astonishing speed after that almost world-ending catastrophe.
Skyscrapers rose again, streets bustled with traffic, neon lights flickered, as if that tragic decisive battle was merely a nightmare from a distant memory.
Only the secret rumors occasionally circulating among Jujutsu Sorcerers, or the abnormal residual curses occasionally detected beneath the foundations of certain rebuilt areas, silently recounted the truth of what had once happened.
Toho Hiroshi's life also gradually settled during these seven years.
He spent more time in that hidden Japanese-style mansion in the suburbs of Tokyo, playing the role of husband and father.
At this moment, the warm light of dusk streamed through the shoji doors and windows, falling upon the tatami mats.
His eldest son, Toho Sasuke, just turned six, sat cross-legged, his small face displaying a serenity beyond his years.
He inherited his father's deep black hair and his mother Shoko's calm eyes, and was currently trying to control a faint but pure wisp of Cursed Energy at his fingertips, making it form a small, stable spiral.
"Very good, ."
Toho Hiroshi sat opposite him, his voice gentle, "Control is more important than perception. Remember, Cursed Energy originates from negative emotions, but mastering it requires absolute calm. This is the fundamental difference between us and curses."
Little Toho Sasuke nodded, completely focused, fine beads of sweat even forming on his forehead.
Beside him, his three-year-old brother, Toho Yakumi, couldn't sit still. He was rolling a fox Cursed Corpse across the tatami, imitating the 'woosh-woosh' sounds of the Cursed Corpse with his mouth. Occasionally, a faint ripple of ancient Cursed Energy would uncontrollably emanate from him, causing the Cursed Corpse to suddenly jump.
Ieiri Shoko sat by the window a little further away, reading a medical journal, occasionally glancing up at the father and sons, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Meanwhile, Tsumiki was in the kitchen preparing dinner, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.
Everything was peaceful and warm.
Just then, Toho Hiroshi's phone on the side rang abruptly. The name displayed on the screen was—Geto Suguru.
Toho Hiroshi raised an eyebrow slightly.
During these seven years, Geto Suguru and Yuki Tsukumo were like free-spirited wanderers, rarely initiating contact. More often, they sent irregular postcards and occasional brief messages via a special encrypted channel.
He picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.
"Suguru?"
Geto Suguru's voice came from the other end of the line, still gentle, but with less of the previous emptiness and heaviness, and more of a traveler's weathered maturity and a hint of imperceptible solemnity.
"Toho, I hope I'm not interrupting your 'family bliss'?"
"Not at all, I'm teaching You to control Cursed Energy."
Toho Hiroshi chuckled, "Where are you two now? The African savanna or Rome?"
"The African savanna," Geto Suguru replied, his voice carrying a slight smile.
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