The domain was strangely quiet, nothing like what this place ought to have been.
An ability created solely for battle had now become the perfect place for a conversation between a man and a boy.
There were no outsiders here, but Okkotsu vaguely sensed... that Kamo Xu was deliberately pushing everyone away.
And what he had just said confirmed that suspicion.
Results... the ending... the Script...
He did not understand a single word, but the boy finally understood what had been driving Kamo Xu to keep charging forward.
The man before him did not want the people he cherished to die. Not a single one.
His mother's death had driven him mad, and the death of the special grade curse user Suguru Geto had pushed him to extremes.
Perhaps... plenty of other people had died without Yuta Okkotsu knowing, driving Mr. Kamo to this point.
Jujutsu Society... was nothing short of a marathon run while coughing up blood.
Yuta Okkotsu was momentarily speechless. As a special grade himself, how could he not know this world's dark side?
A year had changed him completely. The once ignorant, hotheaded boy had gradually become mature and dependable.
But the more he grew, the more clearly he understood how deep, foul, and cold the sludge buried beneath the surface was.
He admired Gojo-sensei deeply, and respected Mr. Kamo just as much.
Both men traveled far and wide to keep Japan peaceful, constantly exorcising cursed spirits.
But that responsibility... was also a crushing weight on their shoulders, wasn't it?
Silence... all the boy could offer was silence.
Kamo Xu refused to say anything, wrapping every responsibility around himself like a withered tree forcing itself to grow wildly, its trunk growing thicker and taller.
Yet not a single life-bearing leaf or branch had sprouted. All that