As Satoru Gojo vanished through the doorway, the atmosphere in the conference room returned from lively to silent.
Everyone knew the big moment was about to arrive.
Yuta Okkotsu stood where he was, Kasumi Miwa's account of the future surfacing in his mind once more.
"Okkotsu-senpai." Yuji Itadori came to his side. "Don't worry. Gojo-sensei is the strongest."
"I know." Okkotsu nodded, but the worry in his eyes did not lessen. "It's just..."
He did not finish, but Yuji understood what he meant.
In the future Miwa had described, Satoru Gojo had indeed lost to Sukuna.
"All right, don't just stand around." Atsuya Kusakabe clapped his hands, breaking the silence. "We should get ready too."
Although they were not in Shinjuku, Mei Mei's technique would allow the others to watch the battlefield from the rear.
And at any moment, they could use Ui Ui's technique to teleport to Shinjuku and support Satoru Gojo.
Kasumi Miwa hugged her sword and took a deep breath.
"So it's finally here."
Jie Jian's voice sounded beside her ear.
"Nervous?"
"A little." Kasumi Miwa did not deny it, answering somewhat sheepishly.
"It's fine!" Jie Jian said carelessly. "You just haven't died enough. Once you've died a few times, you won't be scared anymore."
After all, Jie Jian himself had died several times before getting used to the Culling Game.
Kasumi Miwa had barely started. It was perfectly normal for her to be nervous.
Unlike Jie Jian's carefree attitude, Kasumi Miwa gave an awkward smile at his words.
She grumbled inwardly:
You get used to dying after dying enough? What normal person can keep dying over and over?!
Ten in the morning, Shinjuku.
The streets of Shinjuku were empty. Jujutsu High had cleared out the entire area in advance.
All ordinary civilians had been evacuated, leaving