The morning sunlight was just right, bright with a touch of warmth. Perhaps because Japan was so close to the sea, its weather never seemed to change much.
Sunlight bathed the grounds, and in the distance came the sounds of boys and girls working tirelessly to grow stronger.
Kamo Xu couldn't help stopping to quietly soak in that vibrant, youthful energy...
How nice...
Kamo Xu strolled down the corridor and happened to run into Megumi Fushiguro, who had just returned from somewhere.
His expression was heavy. Clearly, Itadori's "death" had hit the boy hard.
He walked with his head lowered, his mind nowhere near his surroundings, so naturally he didn't notice Kamo Xu standing in front of him.
Only when a pair of boots entered his field of vision did he belatedly raise his head.
"Mr. Kamo?"
"Fushiguro, it's been a while."
Kamo Xu smiled in greeting. He always showed a little extra concern for these young kids.
"You seem down. Did something happen?"
Megumi Fushiguro fell silent for a moment, then rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a sealed plastic bag.
Inside was a tattered scrap of cloth, with the name "Okazaki Tadashi" faintly written on it.
Part of the character for "Tadashi" had been sliced open and barely stitched back together with somewhat clumsy handiwork.
Clearly, Sukuna's domain had caused the damage. As for the stitching... that had probably been Megumi Fushiguro's work.
What a good kid.
"I... couldn't give this back to his mother."
"Her trauma from Sukuna's domain was probably too severe. Even a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer would have been scared half to death in that situation, let alone an ordinary person..."
Megumi Fushiguro tightened his grip on the bag, remembering how he had been turned away at the door.
When that mother had