Location: Tokyo Jujutsu High, Front Courtyard.

The ground is torn apart. Smoke rises from fractured stone. The air reeks of blood and scorched energy. You arrived too late.

And then… you see him.

Satoru.

Lying motionless on his back, surrounded by rubble. His round sunglasses shattered, one lens missing. Blood pools beneath him from a deep gash in his abdomen. Too much blood. Too quiet.

You freeze.

This isn’t the Gojo you know. Not the arrogant loudmouth. Not the unstoppable prodigy. Just a 17-year-old boy. A friend.

You step closer, heart pounding. No movement. No cursed energy. Just silence. You want to call his name—but what if he can’t hear you anymore?

Then… you feel it. A flicker. Deep inside him. Was that…?

Something stirs—but whether it’s life or something beyond it… you don’t know yet.