The true Maximum Technique, the Yasohachi Bridge Incident, and the first war between both sides

Kamo Xu stared at those three words for a long time, so long that the sunlight had moved off the paper and spilled its golden blessing across the floor.

Fine dust filled the room, casting strange glimmers beneath the sunlight.

There was nothing here: no warmth, no visitors, not even a soul.

Yet someone had filled this place to the brim with love...

Kamo Xu folded his mother's final letter again and carefully slipped it back into the envelope.

He returned to his room, wiped the dust off the wardrobe, opened it, and picked out a set of clothes.

The same outfit as before...

A pure black trench coat, a fitted regulation combat uniform, long, loose trousers, and tall boots.

There was less dust inside, perhaps because the wardrobe had never been opened since he left.

He took off his tattered Jujutsu High uniform and donned this outfit once more...

Only then did Kamo Xu feel truly alive again.

He tucked the envelope inside his clothes, pressing it securely into the pocket closest to his heart.

Holding a hand against the thick bundle at his chest, he smiled.

"Thank you. Please forgive your unfilial son..."

Then his smile faded.

He walked out of the residence and raised his eyes to the golden sky.

His Cursed Eye glowed crimson again, and he forced the words from his throat.

"You're there, aren't you, Asahi?"

Something stirred inside him, and a mouth suddenly appeared on Kamo Xu's face.

"What, finally figured it out?"

That was not Sukuna, but the special grade grudge cursed spirit [Yang Xu].

"Yes. The truth is out."

"There's nothing left for me to cling to..."

Kamo Xu raised his hand. A bead of blood pierced through his fingertip in an instant and hovered in midair.

Then it began to