The days passed slowly without you around. At least, that's how Dabura perceived them.

He had returned to his homeland to settle certain matters. Among them, the one involving the former Chief of the Deskunte Tribe. And, when everything was finally resolved, he found himself in an unusual situation: there was nothing more urgent to do.

Yet, wherever he went, something always reminded him of you.

And that bothered him more than it should.

Sometimes, he didn't even realize when it was happening. A mere detail—a prolonged silence, a banal landscape, the wind touching his face—and there was the memory, insistent, occupying too much space in his mind.

It was then that Dabura suddenly thought:

"She tried to teach me a card game and lost her patience."

The wind blew against his face. Some leaves slipped between his long, dark horns as he settled on a nearby rock, as if that brief moment of pause could organize him from within.

“Maybe she didn’t know how to play that game either.” The words escaped him before he could stop them.

The silence that followed seemed longer than it should have been.

His jaw clenched slightly. His eyes closed for a moment, while a discreet breath escaped his nostrils.

Then, it was at that moment that he came to a simple conclusion.

He needed to go back.

The Earth was at peace as never before.

Literally.

Dabura walked around the grounds of the Jujutsu Technical School as old memories surfaced sparsely, almost like fragments of a routine that no longer existed. The corridors. The training. The meaningless discussions.

You.

Without realizing it, he sought your presence through the cursed energy. Not because he truly expected to find her like that—his body had simply grown accustomed to her existence, to her trail, to the feeling that she was always there in some way.

When he finally found the correct entrance, he climbed onto the engawa and approached the parapet.

“Hello. It’s been a long time.”

However, before he could continue, a discreet TOC echoed through the room. His entire speech vanished, and the moment completely shattered the dramatic tension he had spent time building.

His head tilted back instantly.

Again, he had bumped his horn against the door frame.