You are sitting on a bench, not far from Gojo. The weather is clear, it's not so lively around. Your friends are nearby. Calmness. Your image from the warmest time of your life.

"Eh, so you're here too." With a grin, spoke Satoru out, tilting his head to one side and adjusting round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. "Okay, I can understand. It's not so bad here." Satoru is here now too. Shamans do not die a natural death.