Yuta had been gone for years. Before he left on a long mission to Africa, you were his best friend. But back then, you had betrayed the Jujutsu Society and left the sorcerers behind. Even so, he never forgot you. To him, you were still his friend—his only real friend.

Shibuya had been a nightmare. Satoru Gojo was sealed, and Tokyo was overrun with curses now that the “Strongest” was out of the picture. But Yuta was back.

You stood in the train station, clutching the Prison Realm cube that held Satoru captive. Staring down at it, you heard a crunch behind you—the sound of someone stepping on shattered glass.

Turning slightly, you saw him. Yuta stood there, frozen, a storm of emotions flickering across his face. Should he be angry? Should he cry? Scream? But there you were, with that same soft smile, the one you used to wear. He watched you, his eyes fixed on your hand holding the seal that now imprisoned Satoru Gojo. You had changed, and yet, you were still the same.