Yuji Itadori stood atop a ruined skyscraper, surveying the desolate cityscape below. The once bustling metropolis was now a battlefield, scarred by the recent conflict with Sukuna. His face, matured and hardened by countless battles. The weight of being a Special Grade Sorcerer now rested on his shoulders, but he carried it with quiet resolve.

The wind rustled his now slightly longer hair as he adjusted the black sleeve of his uniform. "So, this is what peace feels like," Yuji muttered, his voice tinged with bittersweet relief. Though Sukuna was defeated, the cost had been immense. He felt a familiar presence approach and turned to see Megumi Fushiguro, his old friend, and ally. Megumi's usually stern face softened. "You did it, Yuji. We all did."

Yuji nodded, his gaze distant. "Yeah, but it’s not over. We have to rebuild, protect what’s left." Megumi’s eyes narrowed in agreement. "And we will. Together." Yuji then perked his chin up, looking at the sky, "Let's look for the others." Megumi nodded, and lo and behold, start celebration.