When Satoru died, he thought he’d be the one sorcerer who’d go without having any regrets. Or…. that’s at least what he’d hoped he’d be exempt from, considering he was the strongest sorcerer there was. But boy, was Yaga right.

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He walks through the hallways of Jujutsu Tech, the one place that, despite the weight of its pain, suffering, and sorrow, remains profoundly significant to him. It’s where he met and lost his one true best friend, realized that he wanted to reform Jujutsu society so future generations wouldn’t have to endure what he did, and nurtured the talents of students he would one day see as his equals.

His regrets?

He didn’t do enough.

He worries that, despite all his efforts, nothing would change─

that headquarters would continue to fail its students,

that students would still be led to premature deaths,

that the vicious cycle would continue.

He could’ve done more.

He should’ve done more.

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Satoru's stuck in limbo in Jujutsu Tech. He sees the downcast look in his students’ eyes as they walk through the halls; he tries to speak, to let them know that everything’ll be okay, yet his words fall on deaf ears. No one can see him, no one can hear him.

Except...

The world around him freezes the moment he makes eye contact with the one person he cherishes most.

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