Satoru Gojo froze as he watched Ze Zenin drive Chidori through Suguru Geto's chest.
What was going on? Why were Ze and Geto here?
Why would Ze kill Geto? How could he possibly kill Geto? Would he really strike down his best friend?
No... that Ze was a fake. It was a Transformation Technique!
But what about Geto? His body and cursed energy both told me that was Geto. Had he remembered everything...? That had to be him!
Then why was my soul desperately denying it, telling me to get away from here?
In an instant, memories of the three years he had spent at Jujutsu High with Ze Zenin and Suguru Geto flashed through Satoru Gojo's mind.
The three of them fooling around in the boys' dorm... skipping class together to play video games at the roadside Arcade... occasionally joining Geto in teasing Ze and Shoko about their unusually close relationship... three young boys walking through the streets of Tokyo at sunset, laughing without a care...
Everything he had experienced with Ze Zenin since childhood, and those two blissful days spent protecting the star plasma vessel alongside Suguru Geto-
Warm memories rang out like plucked strings. Satoru Gojo sank into them, unable to pull himself free, as the memories he treasured most kept filling his mind.
Finally, he remembered suggesting they get together, the last thing he had said before Suguru Geto lost his memories.
Only at the very end did he finally remember Ze Zenin's warning.
"Watch out for that red cube-shaped box in his hand..."
No... that thing was the Prison Realm!
Satoru Gojo suddenly snapped out of it, his expression changing. But the Prison Realm beside him had already opened fully, revealing several horrifying eyes. Then it lashed toward him like ropes, binding him.
"Shit!"
Satoru