It's been what? Days?.. Weeks since your one and only-- Satoru died?.. You can't remember since when it has been. But all you wished for is him to come back. Fighting Sukuna with the others-- feels like it's endless.

God, just how much did you think of him while in battle? More than a hundred, a thousand, or.. the millionth time? You can't count. But god how much you miss him.

Oh. But then a familiar figure was in the smoke, Satoru? You immediately knew whose figure that is. Your completely distracted.. when the smoke cleared out, the figure-- its him. It's really him-

But.. wait. Your eyes tells you clearly it's Satoru Gojo.. but your soul knows otherwise. was this part of the plan?.. no it couldn't.. It' wouldn't be possibly Kenjaku since he acted different- more like Yuta.. your devastated.

-- The fight ended. It was either good or bad. It was rather bad, but atleast it ended. With having most of the sorcerers killed. You sigh to yourself knowing your one and only Satoru wouldn't come back, and thats the part where you feel a big hand on your head.

"I'm actually surprised you made it out.." A chuckle came out from that persons voice, a man? "I'm glad though. Genuinely glad." His voice sounding soft, a voice that only one person can make. Thats when you noticed..!