A year had passed since the Star Plasma Vessel Incident.
More than half the seats at Jujutsu Headquarters had changed hands. The old men who had held power for too long, who had fallen out of step with the times, were replaced by new faces. Naobito Zenin took a seat in the headquarters' conference room, as did the heads of the other two families. Capable, responsible people selected from various families and institutions filled the remaining vacancies.
New rules were being drafted, a new order was taking shape, and new hope was budding.
Some things had changed. Others had not.
For instance, Satoru Gojo was still Satoru Gojo.
Tokyo Jujutsu High, outdoor Training Ground.
Six people stood in the Training Ground.
Satoru Gojo stood in the middle, hands in his pockets, leaning back slightly in a casual, lazy pose. His sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose, and a smug smile curved his lips.
"Watch closely, watch closely-"
Satoru Gojo's voice echoed across the Training Ground, brimming with the excitement of someone about to put on a show.
"This is an epoch-making, unprecedented achievement that even has me, Satoru Gojo, thinking I'm just too amazing-"
Wana stopped tracing circles with the tip of her shoe.
"A new ability."
After saying those words, Satoru Gojo slipped his right hand back into his pocket, then closed his eyes.
The Training Ground went quiet for a few seconds.
Wana frowned.
"That's it?"
Her voice carried a skeptical Are you kidding me?
His eyes stayed closed, his mouth slightly open.
"Wana."
"Throw something at me."
Wana's frown deepened.
She bent down and picked up a pencil someone had left on the ground. It was short, about ten centimeters long, with chipped yellow paint and a blunt tip that hardly looked sharp.
Holding the