"Gojo and I will have our final fight in a little while," Ze Zenin said as he combed Shoko's hair.
"I know."
Shoko showed no concern for their fight. She simply kept her eyes half-closed, savoring this peaceful moment.
"I'm not worried in the slightest. After all, someone certainly isn't going to lose..."
"Right?"
Ze Zenin chuckled. "You really do have faith in me."
"How long do you think we've been living together?" Shoko rolled her eyes. This guy really has no emotional intelligence-
"Yes, yes." Ze Zenin smiled helplessly, combed the last strand of her hair into place, then stood.
"I can sense Gojo's cursed energy..."
"Go on." There was no reluctance in Shoko's eyes, only eager anticipation. "I'll be waiting for the day you return."
"I know. I won't keep you waiting too long."
Ze Zenin smiled, then walked out of Shoko's office.
An instant later, he was already on Jujutsu High's athletic field.
Looking at Satoru Gojo across the field, Ze Zenin's thoughts drifted, as though he had returned to the day he first entered Jujutsu High and sparred with him.
And further back still, there was that meeting of the Three Great Families...
They had both been boys then. Satoru Gojo had been brimming with confidence, riding high on his youthful success. Almost no one but Ze Zenin could defeat him.
Now, both of them were nearly thirty.
"You're here."
Satoru Gojo looked at Ze Zenin, removed his blindfold, and smiled faintly.
"Ze, I've been waiting a long time..."
"I know. But you don't stand a chance, Gojo."
Ze Zenin knew that ever since Satoru Gojo had grasped the secrets of Limitless that summer, he had been waiting for this day.
"Let's put up a Curtain first. I'm afraid we might damage the school buildings."
Ze