Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

"roar?"

The mountain demon scratched its head in confusion. The oppressive feeling brought by its massive body was still there, but the targeted killing intent quickly dissipated.

"Ugh...boring."

The Sky Demon folded its wings and circled once in the air. Its sharp eagle eyes swept over the crowd on the ground, but it completely ignored December 1st, who stood in the very center.

For these beings, composed purely of rules and negative emotions, the absence of a goal means the absence of the desire to destroy. They are proud demons, disdaining to crush harmless ants. But they have been summoned and will not disappear unless killed.

"call--"

A gust of wind blew by.

The Wind Demon seemed to sense something; it transformed into a hurricane and flew directly towards the distant Pacific Ocean. There lay the storms it craved.

Immediately afterwards, the water demon let out a shriek and transformed into a towering wave that swept towards the bay.

One by one.

Having lost their targets, the seven demons began to follow their instincts, scattering in all directions to find suitable territories to inhabit.

The dark clouds in the sky began to disperse.

As the demon departed, the eight enormous black vortexes began to slowly close.

In the end, only the vortex in the very center remained, still like a giant black hole, silently hanging in the sky. It did not dissipate, nor did any demon emerge from it; it simply watched the earth calmly, as if it were an eye left behind by the world.

on the ground.

Gojo Satoru slowly descended from the sky. He removed his blindfold, and his six pale blue eyes scanned his surroundings blankly.

"Satoru, is it over?" Shoko Ieiri walked over, looking at the devastated Shinjuku, her tone tinged with uncertainty. "Those monsters... how did they suddenly leave?"

"I don't know." Gojo Satoru shook his head, pressing his temples, which were throbbing. "I feel like... I've forgotten something very important."

"Where's Sukuna?" Itadori Yuujin suddenly realized, "Weren't we just fighting Sukuna?"

"Sukuna... was defeated by something and turned into a cursed object, and then..." Fushiguro Megumi frowned, trying hard to recall, "and then..."

Everyone fell silent.

There are gaps in my memory.

There is a flaw in the logic.

They remembered that Su Nuo was defeated, and that demons appeared in the sky, but the most crucial thing, the link that connected everything, was forcibly removed from their memories.

"It was probably caused by some kind of self-destruction technique of Sukuna that caused the chaos." Kusakabe sheathed his sword, offering a seemingly reasonable explanation. "Anyway, it's good that we survived."

Everyone nodded. Although they still felt uneasy, their exhaustion from surviving the ordeal left them no time to delve into it.

And among them.

He stood there on the first day of the twelfth month.

He watched as Gojo Satoru walked past him, the hem of his clothes even brushing against his arm.

He watched as Hisahito Itadori, less than a meter away from him, shouted for everyone to gather.

He watched as Yuta's gaze swept over his location, but without any focus, as if he were looking at thin air.

"Really... I can't see it anymore."

On the first day of December, he raised his hand, wanting to touch Haddō's shoulder, but stopped at the last second.

The restraints have just taken effect.

If physical contact were to occur now, it might disrupt the stability of the bondage, causing the world's causal forces to lock him in again.

"That's fine too."

On the first day of the twelfth month, he withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket.

He looked at his former comrades-in-arms, at their faces, which, though scarred, were still full of hope.

As long as they are alive, as long as the world is not destroyed.

This is the best ending.

Goodbye, everyone.

"It was December 1st," he said softly.

Of course, no one responded. Even the wind seemed to deliberately avoid him.

He turned around, his back to the crowd and the bustling ruins, and walked alone into the shadows.

His silhouette appeared incredibly lonely, yet incredibly free, against the backdrop of the setting sun.

......

2018 12 Month 26 Day.

Tokyo, the ruins of Shinjuku.

The last rays of the setting sun stained the ravaged city crimson. Rescue team assistants scurried through the ruins like ants, stretchers carrying the wounded, the cries of survivors mingling with the commands from the scene.

On the first day of December, he sat on a broken utility pole, swinging his legs.

A crow landed on the power line beside him, tilting its head. Its beady black eyes swept across the location of the new moon, but without any focus, as if there was only air there.

"Can't we even see any animals...?"

On the first day of the twelfth month, he reached out to tease a crow, his fingers lightly stroking its feathers. Suddenly, the crow flew away as if startled, not because it sensed him, but because of the slight disturbance of the airflow at that moment.

Below, Hisahito Itadori is like a tireless machine, manually removing a huge concrete slab to rescue the civilians trapped below.

"Hey! Fukuro! There are still people here!" Itajō shouted, his face covered in dust and sweat.

Fushiguro Megumi directed the "Nue" to transport the wounded out. His expression remained calm, but a deep gloom lingered between his brows. Because December had destroyed the Shadow World in his battle with Sukuna, he could no longer summon new shikigami. He could only use those he had summoned and subdued before, and those that could never be resurrected after death.

"I feel like... something's missing," Fushiguro Megumi murmured softly.

"Maybe they're just hungry." Although Kugizaki Nobara was still recovering, she had still made it to the scene. Leaning on her hammer, she stubbornly said, "Let's go get some sushi after this. It seems like the Ginza area hasn't collapsed yet."

On the first day of the twelfth month, a faint smile appeared on his lips as he looked at them.

"Sushi... I'd like to go eat it with everyone too."

He still prefers a more lively atmosphere, but now he won't be observed no matter what he does. The only good news is that he doesn't have to pay anymore.

Just then, several black cars stopped outside the cordon.

Several middle-aged men in black suits, with arrogant expressions, stepped down. They were special envoys sent by the Directorate General, essentially mouthpieces for the so-called "rotten oranges."

The leader pushed up his glasses, ignoring the tragic scene of the rescue efforts around him, and walked straight up to Gojo Satoru.

"Gojo Satoru, this is the highest order from the General Manager's Office."

The man handed over a letter sealed with wax, his tone carrying a bluff of authority: "In view of the devastating consequences of this 'Special Grade Cursed Spirit Rampage Incident,' and the risk of Ryomen Sukuna being out of control due to the physical body of Itadori Yuujin, the higher-ups have made the following ruling after an emergency review."

Gojo Satoru didn't accept the letter; he simply put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the man who was a head shorter than him.

"read."

Just one word, yet it instantly lowered the surrounding temperature to freezing point.

The special envoy swallowed hard and, with trembling hands, opened the envelope:

"First, Gojo Satoru is identified as the primary person responsible for this disaster. Although the seal has been lifted, he must remain in the High Prison indefinitely and is not allowed to leave without permission."

"Second, drop the pursuit of Xia Youjie and list him as a natural disaster-level observation target to avoid provoking him."

"Third..." The envoy's voice paused for a moment, "Immediately execute the death penalty again on the two-faced Sukuna vessel, Itadori Yuujin. The execution will be carried out jointly by the Special Grade Caster Otsuku Yuuta and Gojo Satoru."

"Fourth, in view of the turmoil in the Tianyuan Barrier, the world of sorcery has entered a state of emergency. All sorcerers of level one and above must unconditionally obey the orders of the General Headquarters."

After reading it, the special envoy closed the document and looked at Gojo Satoru with feigned composure.

"This is for the stability of the jutsu world, Mr. Gojo, please..."

"puff."

A soft laugh interrupted him.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and then his laughter grew louder and louder, a laughter full of mockery and madness.

"Hahahaha! Stable? You call this stable?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his head, and a chilling storm was churning in his six pale blue eyes.

"The cursed artifacts have vanished, and the seven top-tier cursed demons have disappeared without a trace. You bunch of old fogies are still thinking about how to maintain your power and status?"

"This is a decision made by the higher-ups!" the special envoy shouted sternly.

"High-ups?"

Gojo Satoru stepped forward, and the terrifying pressure of the curse made the envoy's legs go weak, causing him to collapse to the ground.

"Starting today, there will be no more high-ranking officials."

Gojo Satoru turned around and looked at the students behind him. Itadori, Fushiguro, Otoko, Maki, Panda, Inu-maki... they were all looking at him, their eyes filled with no fear, only a determination that had already reached a consensus at this moment.

"Teacher, this should have been done a long time ago." Maki slung the longsword over her shoulder, her eyes cold.

"Violence is bad, but if it's for the greater good..." Yuta Otsukoshi's fingers gently caressed the knife.

"Salmon." Dog-Turtle pulled down his collar, revealing a cursed rune.

Looking at the group of students, Gojo Satoru felt as if a piece of his memory was missing, a figure who should have been in this group was gone. This sense of loss made him irritable, and he felt an unprecedented disgust for these "rotten oranges" who were still sticking to the rules.

He reached out and pointed to the black cars and the Tokyo Jujutsu Directorate building, which was still faintly visible even amidst the ruins.

"Today, we're going to do a thorough cleaning."

"Target: the Cursed Arts Directorate."

"All personnel, launch!"