The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

"Witch hahaha."

"That's because of me, your concubine!"

Looking at the familiar chuunibyou girl in front of her... no, now she should be a mature woman, Riko Tenten.

She stood on the table, hands on her hips, the wide sleeves of her kimono swaying gently with her movements, the gold cloud patterns embroidered on the dark blue fabric shimmering under the light.

Her chin was slightly raised, a smug smile on her face, while still retaining the childlike innocence of her youth.

Time seemed to have taken a nap on her; when she awoke, it only added a touch of charm, but didn't take away a single bit of vitality.

Why is it that it seems like only you haven't grown up yet?

Time seemed to have stopped for her, freezing her in that summer's image forever, as if she were preserved in amber.

"Right, Megumi? I feel the same way."

The strongest master and disciple made some startling remarks right from the start, which made Riko Tennatsu puff out her cheeks again, her cheeks round and full of anger, like an inflated pufferfish.

"I don't get the feeling you're saying I'm young."

"They're mocking me for being a child!"

"Gojo!"

Before she finished speaking, she jumped off the table like a whirlwind and chased after Gojo Satoru all over the place, laughing strangely as she weaved through the crowd.

Several unlucky plates were nearly knocked over, but Nanami, who was standing nearby, caught them with quick reflexes, earning him a helpless sigh.

Watching Gojo being chased and beaten by Tenten Riko, Ieiri Shoko and Natsuyu Suke were unfazed. The two even started betting on how long Gojo Satoru could withstand Tenten Riko's pursuit.

Fukuro was overwhelmed with mixed feelings...

They must have been very happy over the years.

These noisy, vibrant moments are the precious daily routines they earned through countless battles and sacrifices, the scenes they fought with all their might to protect.

Sensing the faint, majestic aura emanating from Riko Tenten, Fushiguro finally asked his question.

"In the heavens, you have assimilated with Tianyuan..."

"I have a feeling that you've possessed Tengen!"

Hearing Fukuro's吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or witty remarks), Tian Tian once again put his hands on his hips, straightened his back with a smug, chuunibyou-like air:

"I'm already a Tengen!"

"All of Japan's barrier techniques are etched into my mind, and I'll be responsible for maintaining them!"

With a slight movement of her fingers, several pale golden runes appeared in the air.

They've reversed the Heavenly Gang.

This wave is a case of a stellar body possessing Tianyuan.

"I can use the Cursed Spirit Rope to restore the cycle of reincarnation as much as possible, but I still cannot meet the conditions for using the flesh-binding contract."

"It was all Riko who did it."

"She used the barrier technique left behind by Tengen to create a special barrier similar to the Death Return, allowing all the ancient sorcerers who had been with Rōsō to be reborn."

At this moment, Xia Youjie revealed the reason why Shi Liulong and the others were still able to exist.

"It also allows awakened swimmers to awaken," Riko Tenchi added.

"As for those who can't adapt to modern life..." Shi Liu, Long immediately hugged the car and came forward.

His loud voice boomed through the banquet hall again, drawing the attention of several people nearby. Even Gojo Satoru and Tennatsu Riko, who were chasing each other, paused for a moment.

"Of course we're heading back!"

"Those who can adapt and serve the higher vocational college have all become new registered practitioners alongside us!"

Shi Liulong pounded his chest loudly:

"Hey, I'm a level two mage now!"

"You're level two...?" Fu Hei said with a half-smile, looking at Shi Liulong's eyes shining.

"In conclusion, it's a good outcome."

"Really—"

"Oil-crunch!!!"

Fu Hei's voice echoed throughout the banquet hall, displaying his joy without reservation.

He opened his arms as if to embrace the entire banquet hall and draw everyone into his embrace.

"But why does it feel like something's still missing?"

Fu Hei rested his chin on his hand, his gaze sweeping across the crowd as he pondered what was missing from this banquet.

"Let's just say I'm the older sister for now!"

"What about Miki Fushikuro?"

Fuhei realized that the familiar face was missing.

"Don't worry, Tsumi-nee is just going to buy your favorite thing. She's only gone out for a short while, she should be gone soon—"

Riko looked around anxiously, only to bump into a figure falling from the sky.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm not quite used to piloting a plane yet."

Upon closer inspection, Fuhei realized it was Wan's insect armor!

The insect-shaped armor, constructed from cursed power, was currently perched on Riko's back, gleaming with a metallic sheen under the light.

"Furu-be".

Fu Hei instantly activated his battle stance.

"Fukuguro, that's my older sister!"

Tsumiki quickly removed her insect armor, revealing the same gentle expression she remembered from Fushiguro, dispelling all gloom and unease.

"For now, I suppose I've inherited the magic that was supposed to take away my body from the mage."

Tsuki looked at him and gently wiped his face with her hand, as if to make sure he was unharmed and to make sure that this was not a dream.

"You've secretly used magic to protect my sister for so many years."

"Now that I have the power too, let's become sorcerers together and protect you."

Miki Fushiguro's voice was gentle yet firm.

"There will be plenty of opportunities to say these nagging things later!"

Gojo Satoru, having somehow escaped Tennen Riko's pursuit, joined the conversation carrying two plates.

"What we should be doing now is enjoying a delicious and happy meal!"

"Yeah, what should we eat?!"

Shi Liulong chimed in, reaching out his large hand to pull Fu Hei's arm toward the dining table.

Sitting at the dining table, Itadori, who had returned from Okinawa with him, was still somewhat dazed.

His gaze pierced through the rim of the glass, looking into the distance as if staring at something unseen, searching for a trace of some answer:

"Fukuguro, what do you think is the antonym of 'curse'?"

"The opposite of curse."

Fu Hei carefully pondered the term.

"An emotion formed together by the goodwill and prayers of humankind."

"I think it would be better to call it a miracle."

"Nafuhei, do you think we've successfully ended the cursed era and entered the age of miracles?"

The sound of the scepter was very soft, so soft that it was almost drowned out by the surrounding noise, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Grandpa's last whispers still lingered in Itsuji's heart.

"Kudos, surrounded by a crowd."

"Why can't I just spend the rest of my life peacefully surrounded by friends, teachers, and companions?"

Fu Hei smiled, his gaze fixed on Itajō's eyes.

Those dark eyes reflected the lights of the banquet hall, the figures of people coming and going, the laughing faces, and those shining moments in life:

"At least, I will stay by your side until I die."

Fuhei smiled and looked into Itajō's eyes.

"Hiruhito, you must stay by my side until we part."

"Hmm! Please don't die first, Megumi!"

Haddō nodded vigorously, revealing a bright smile.

Should I not die first?

You probably don't know how long you can live!

The image of Itadori Hisahito, who had lived for a very long time, from the original work came to mind.

"Should I further develop Demon Void Luo, allowing him to adapt to aging?"

Amidst the lively atmosphere, Fukuro finally enjoyed a long-awaited moment of peace.