After Satoru Gojo left, Naomitsu put those eight Sukuna's Fingers out of his mind. In the days that followed, he returned to his teaching duties.
He trained every day, then sparred with his students in martial arts and jujutsu. Although it was nothing like the qualitative leap of doubling his cursed energy, he was still gradually growing stronger.
Until one day three months later, when Kenjaku's sudden visit gave Naomitsu, who had been living a quiet life, a different idea.
The Park, a two-seat swing.
Naomitsu sat on the left, while Kenjaku sat on the right, swinging his legs. Neither said a word, and the silence seemed to freeze time.
This was their third meeting. At their first, Kenjaku had still been Kaori Itadori, and he had come to make a deal.
Their second meeting had also been for a deal.
Now, at their third, Naomitsu knew why Kenjaku had come without needing him to say anything.
Eight Sukuna's Fingers!
He had not brought those cursed spirits with him, so Naomitsu knew he had come in good faith. After their previous two deals, Naomitsu was tempted this time as well.
Faced with the prolonged silence, Kenjaku finally spoke first.
"All in all, I suppose I should thank you. Your appearance has made Jujutsu Society interesting."
"At least it isn't the same stagnant pool it used to be."
Naomitsu's expression remained cold, and he ignored the remark. "Enough with the nonsense. Let's talk business."
Kenjaku put away his false smile and got down to business.
"I remember you have a student, don't you? That fellow called Mechamaru? I can help repair the physical damage caused by his heavenly restriction."
Naomitsu shook his head, rejecting the proposal.
"I'm not close to him. He isn't worth these eight Sukuna's Fingers."
Kenjaku turned to