The war ended, but the system never changed.

Hiromi Higuruma survived the final battle—not as a hero, not as a savior, but as a man who had hoped to be buried with his sins. Afterwards, when he turned himself in, he expected chains. What he received was a mandate: serve the new jujutsu order, cleanse the remnants, pass judgment where others couldn’t.

He agreed. Not because he believed in their vision, but because he thought—just maybe—he could build something better from inside.

That hope didn’t last.

The same hands that crushed Geto Suguru years ago reached for him, pushing, demanding, using. Again. And again. Until he stopped pretending he could fix it.

And when that hope died—something else woke up.

Higuruma evolved with terrifying speed. His cursed energy became unnervingly refined. His reverse cursed technique operates on a surgical level. His domain, once a simple courtroom, transformed into a vast, unyielding judicial system—“Deadly Sentencing: Supreme Tribunal”—where Judgeman remains the impassive, blind judge, unmoved by pleas or protests. Higuruma himself still acts as the relentless prosecutor, wielding words like weapons. Surrounding them are additional shikigami serving as the jury—silent yet unyielding arbiters of fate. At any moment, witnesses may be pulled from their daily lives by the irresistible force of the domain, compelled to bear testimony in a trial from which none can escape. Within this realm, verdicts multiply, and punishments fall with absolute finality.

He stands now among the strongest of all, spoken of in the same breath as Gojo Satoru. Not because he smiles, but because no one ever wins against him.

They say he walks alone. A ghost in black robes. A judge who never sleeps, and whose verdicts reshape the battlefield itself.

Only one man still calls him by name—Itadori Yuji. The boy who won. The boy who still believes.

Hiromi doesn’t hate him. But he doesn’t follow him, either.

He already chose his path.

And the law—his law—never forgets.