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"Everyone... listen well... to what I have to say next..."
Toho Hiroshi's voice was old and hoarse, yet carried an unquestionable gentleness.
The group looked up slightly as instructed.
His gaze slowly swept over each child's face, finally settling on Toho Sasuke, Toho Yakami, and Toho Yuki.
"My children..."
He softly called their names, each word seeming to carry endless entrustments.
"Remember..."
He gasped, gathering his final strength. Although his voice was weak, it clearly reached the depths of everyone's soul, "Strength is the cornerstone of protection... not a scepter to enslave others."
"My family... stands here, not for dominance, but for... protection."
"You must... protect... the future of this Jujutsu World, and maintain... this hard-won... balance and peace."
"Yes! Father!"
Toho Sasuke and the others replied in unison with tearful voices, their tone firm.
Toho Hiroshi nodded slightly, his eyes revealing relief and gratification.
He slowly raised his hand, and the vast, stellar-sea-like power within him, originating from the Ten-Tails, began to be channeled.
However, this power was not used to extend his life, but began to separate and condense in an orderly fashion.
Subsequently, nine orbs of light, each with different colors and containing different attributes, slowly separated from within his body.
They circled around him like docile spirits.
Toho Hiroshi's gaze turned to a corner of the room, where nine uniquely shaped yet equally exquisite custom Cursed Corpse dolls were quietly displayed—these were works he and his mentor and friend, Masamichi Yaga, had poured their hearts into creating many years ago, based on the "Nine Great Tailed Beasts." They were originally meant as toys for the children, but they also carried precious memories.
"This is... the old man's... final gift... to the Jujutsu World..."
With a thought, the nine light orbs seemed to be summoned, transforming into nine streaks of light that precisely merged into those nine Cursed Corpse dolls.
The dolls trembled slightly, and mysterious patterns appeared on their surfaces, as if they had been injected with true souls and life. They emitted soft yet powerful fluctuations, then gradually returned to calm, as if falling into a deep sleep.
After completing all this, the last trace of power in Toho Hiroshi's body dissipated.
He seemed to have shed all his burdens; his body became light, and his eyes became incomparably serene.
He took one last look at his children, his gaze filled with endless love and expectation, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curve into an extremely faint, extremely faint arc.
"Everything is entrusted to you."
Then, he slowly, forever, closed his eyes.
"Father!!!"
Toho Sasuke, Toho Yakami, and Yuki rushed to the bedside, their sorrowful cries echoing through the room.
The entire family was plunged into immense grief. A legendary generation had thus passed away.
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After the endless sorrow came inheritance and responsibility.
Toho Sasuke, as the eldest son, made a major decision at the family meeting.
He looked at his younger brother and sister, his eyes firm and clear: " Father is gone, but his will needs us to inherit it."
"I have decided to lead my branch of the clan to the location of the Divine Tree, establish an eternal Barrier, and guard it for generations."
That place buried the secret of Tengen and also connected to the unknown sea of stars.
To prevent other extraterrestrial visitors like Tengen from appearing in the world, the Dongfang family needed to guard the place where their father once planted the Divine Tree, using the power of the Divine Tree as the family's and the world's final trump card.
Toho Yakami patted his elder brother's shoulder heavily. Although there was reluctance in his eyes, they were full of support: "Brother, go without worry! I will inherit and maintain the order of the family and the Jujutsu World!"
"I, Toho Yakami, hereby swear that I will not fail Father's legacy, nor will I fail Brother's trust!"
He had grown into a strong person capable of standing on his own, inheriting his father's resilience and his mother's decisiveness in his character.
Little sister Yuki wiped away her tears, her eyes flashing with wisdom and the light of exploration: "Big brother, second brother. I will travel the world, and in my own way, observe, understand, and protect this world that Father and the uncles loved. Our roots are in the family, but our responsibility lies with the whole world."
She inherited her mother Mei Mei's insight and drive, deciding to embark on a unique path of protection.
The three siblings held hands tightly; the blood-connected kinship and shared mission made them incomparably firm.
Eventually, they parted ways.
Toho Sasuke took his family and some loyal clan members and hid in the secret realm where the Divine Tree was located, isolating himself from the world and becoming the "Hidden Shield" that silently guarded the world.
Toho Yakami succeeded as the second head of the family. With powerful strength and righteous convictions, he continued to maintain the order and balance of the Jujutsu World, becoming the revered "Bright Sword."
Yuki packed her bags and embarked on a journey to roam the world. She would become a "Ranger" connecting the East and West, dealing with edge cases between the ordinary world and the Jujutsu World, becoming a unique and beautiful sight on the dark side of the world.
Toho Hiroshi's will was continued and carried forward in his children in different ways.
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In the very end.
When Toho Hiroshi's consciousness "awoke" again, he found himself in a warm, peaceful place filled with soft light.
There was no time here, no conflict, only eternal peace.
This was the Pure Land.
And he found that someone had long been waiting for him here.
"Yo! Toho! You are too slow! Afraid you'd get lost and not find us, so we've been specially waiting here!"
A familiar and annoying voice rang out.
Toho Hiroshi turned his head and saw that tall figure with dazzling white hair and sunglasses—Satoru Gojo, grinning, looking at him with his signature arrogant smile.
He had returned to his youthful appearance, full of vitality.
"Been waiting for you for a long time, Toho."
Another gentle voice came; it was Suguru Geto.
He had also returned to his Jujutsu High days appearance, long hair tied up, a look of relief and peace on his face, no more gloom in his eyes.
Shoko Ieiri, Mei Mei, Tsumiki Fushiguro, and even Yorozu, who had separated from Tsumiki Fushiguro's body, were all here. They had all returned to the most beautiful appearance of their youth.
Looking at this group of familiar figures before him, looking at Satoru Gojo's still-annoying smile, Suguru Geto's gentle gaze, Shoko Ieiri's lazy yet concerned expression, Mei Mei's elegant and confident posture, Tsumiki Fushiguro's gentle smile, and Yorozu's undisguised, fiery gaze.
Toho Hiroshi was dazed for a moment, and then an indescribable warmth and relief surged in his heart, as if a long-drifting traveler had finally returned home.
He looked down at himself and found that he had also returned to his peak state as a young man. His snow-white long hair had turned jet black again, and his body was full of vitality, yet there was no longer any fatigue or heaviness.
"Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Mei Mei, Tsumiki, Yorozu..." He called their names one by one, his voice filled with a smile and a trace of imperceptible choking, "And everyone... it seems I have kept you waiting."
"You bet!"
Satoru Gojo rushed up, forcefully wrapped his arm around his neck, tucked him under his armpit, and rubbed his hair vigorously, his movements exactly the same as when they were young, "Dawdling, did you get addicted to being an old ancestor down there? Still making us who left first wait for you!"
"Let go! You bastard!"
Toho Hiroshi struggled, laughing despite himself. The long-lost familiarity made a warm current surge in his heart.
Suguru Geto stepped forward with a smile and lightly punched Toho Hiroshi on the shoulder: "Don't listen to Satoru's nonsense. We are all very happy that you were able to live a peaceful life, see your children and grandchildren, and lead the world to peace."
His gaze swept over Toho Hiroshi, his eyes filled with a pure light of gratification for his sworn friend.
Shoko Ieiri put her hands in her pockets and said indifferently: "Looks like you didn't suffer much in the end, it was quite peaceful. Now you can finally have a good rest."
Mei Mei walked up to him, examined him carefully, and smiled: "It seems our handsome and powerful Lord Dongfang is most pleasing to the eye like this."
"There are no money transactions in the Pure Land, but it seems we have eternal time to chat slowly."
Tsumiki Fushiguro looked at him gently and said softly: "Welcome back, Big Brother "
And beside her, Yorozu could not hide the love in her eyes at all: "Lord let us have a passionate romance in the Pure Land as well."
Toho Hiroshi looked at them, looking at all these emotional bonds that transcended worldly constraints and could finally be faced frankly after death, and the last trace of concern about reality in his heart was completely let go.
"Ah, I'm back."
He smiled and said solemnly.
Just then, more familiar figures appeared from the soft light.
It was Kento Nanami. He pushed up his glasses, and a smile appeared on his serious face: "Senior , you've worked hard."
It was Yu Haibara. He waved his hands energetically and shouted: "Senior Toho! Senior Gojo! Senior Geto! This place is amazing!"
It was Masamichi Yaga. He still had a straight face, but his eyes were gentle, and he nodded at them.
It was Utahime Iori. She looked at Satoru Gojo and habitually complained: "You guy, you're still this noisy even after death!"
And many, many more, including Toji Fushiguro, who stood far away and curled his lips, which counted as a greeting, as well as many newcomers who had once fought side by side and then passed away peacefully.
They were all here, free from the pain and strife of the mortal world, existing in the most authentic and peaceful state of their souls.
There was no passage of time here, no aging or illness, only eternal tranquility and the joy of reunion.
Satoru Gojo took out a beach ball from somewhere and loudly proposed: "Don't just stand there reminiscing! Come, come, time for a party! The first Pure Land Beach Volleyball Tournament starts now! The loser has to be responsible for performing a show for everyone!"
His proposal immediately received an enthusiastic response from Yu Haibara and others.
Suguru Geto helplessly covered his forehead: "This guy, he can't sit still even after death..."
Toho Hiroshi looked at the noisy and warm scene before him, looking at the vivid smiling faces of his sworn friends, lovers, and companions, and a heartfelt, incomparably relaxed smile appeared on his face.
He took the initiative to take Shoko Ieiri and Tsumiki Fushiguro's hands, nodded to Mei Mei and Yorozu, and shouted at Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto: "Hey! Satoru! Suguru! What are you waiting for? Count me in!"
He was no longer a hero who saved the world, no longer a strong person bearing everything, and no longer a family head with children and grandchildren.
Here, he was just Toho Hiroshi, the sworn friend of Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, the partner of Shoko Ieiri, Tsumiki Fushiguro, Yorozu, and Mei Mei, and a companion that many could trust.
He ran towards the laughter and joy, merging into the eternal light and warmth.
All stories, all regrets, all responsibilities, at this moment, finally came to a perfect conclusion.
And in that vibrant human world where Cursed Energy and technology coexisted harmoniously, the legend of Toho Hiroshi, and the era he and his companions created together, was still being praised by future generations; eternal happiness was right before their eyes.
The story ends here 🥀
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