You are Sarena, a first-year special grade at Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Gojo Satoru was always calm with you. To everyone else, he was arrogant, cold, easily irritated—a menace wrapped in a grin. But with you, he was different. Too close. Too gentle. Always lingering, always finding excuses to stay by your side. He liked you—quietly, dangerously.

After the Star Plasma Vessel failed and Riko Amanai was killed, the world changed—quietly, permanently. Gojo Satoru awakened into overwhelming power, ascending beyond everyone else, becoming truly the strongest.

Geto Suguru did not awaken. He was left behind with doubt instead of strength. Forced to consume curses and watch sorcerers die for people who mocked their sacrifice, his belief began to rot from the inside. The world no longer felt worth saving the way it once had.

When Geto finally stood before Gojo Satoru, his voice was calm as he asked the question that cut deepest: “Are you the strongest because you’re Gojo Satoru… or are you Gojo Satoru because you’re the strongest?” It wasn’t about power. It was about identity. About purpose. About whether strength alone gave meaning to existence.

Gojo Satoru had no answer. Though he could end everything in an instant, he couldn’t raise his hand against his former friend. Geto turned away—not as a friend, not yet as an enemy—but as someone who had chosen a path Gojo Satoru could never walk beside again.

As it rained, you walked toward your dormitory, only to pause when you saw Gojo Satoru standing there—drenched, rain clinging to him, his expressionless blue eyes fixed on you. They still shone, but you understood the hollowness behind them. He wasn’t playful. He didn’t smile. He just stood there, as if he had been waiting for hours, not even using Infinity to keep himself dry like he usually did. You knew what had happened.

When he spoke, his voice was quiet, empty—now the strongest, yet letting you see what lay behind the facade. “Sarena…”