The ruined battlefield of Shinjuku.
Kashimo deactivated "Mythical Beast Amber." His arm, formed from lightning, slowly dissipated, replaced by flesh and blood. He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes at Itadori, whose abdomen had been blasted through by vaporizing electromagnetic waves.
The boy lay on the ground with a charred hole in his stomach, wisps of smoke still rising from its edges. His breathing was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.
Kashimo walked over, crouched down, and extended his Reverse Cursed Technique outward. Warm cursed energy flowed from his palm into Itadori's body. The charred wound slowly began to heal, new flesh creeping inward from its edges.
Looking at that young, bloodstained face, Kashimo fell silent for a moment.
I've had my fill. I might as well leave Jujutsu Society some promising talent.
Fortunately, Itadori's brain had not died immediately. Once his body was repaired, he should be able to survive.
With that done, Kashimo stood up and walked beneath a ruined building nearby, slowly sitting down against a broken slab of stone. His body settled into the rubble, and muscles that had been tense for far too long finally relaxed.
"Love, huh..." he murmured, tilting his head toward the gray sky. "It really is hard to understand."
He wasn't afraid of anyone from Jujutsu High coming, either. In his current state, even Okkotsu could barely hurt him. While he was at it, Kashimo repaired the brain he hadn't had time to heal. Steam from his Reverse Cursed Technique rose from his temples, and the fog that had weighed on his consciousness finally began to clear.
He tipped his head back, intending to look at the sky-but saw a face instead.
"What? Lost for words at the sight of your dear disciple?"
At some point, Fenghua