With Sukuna and Kenjaku's demise, the jujutsu crisis that had plunged the entire nation into chaos was gradually brought under control by legitimate jujutsu sorcerers. Restoring the order that had existed before the chaos, however, was clearly impossible.
Several days later, in a private room at a Tokyo hospital, Chinatsu sat propped up in the bed by the window, her head turned as she quietly watched the scenery outside.
Gentle breezes brushed her face through the window. She felt utterly relaxed and content, for she had finally reached the perfect ending she had envisioned. If her entire body had not been aching, she would have loved to go all out at a karaoke bar.
There was nothing she could do about that, though. Ever since the nationwide chaos began, she had been moving constantly between battlefields, and while facing Sukuna and Kenjaku, she had imposed binding vows on herself multiple times to push past her limits.
Even Reverse Cursed Technique had little noticeable effect on her now. All she could do was let her body's adaptive mechanisms work with the passage of time to heal her little by little.
A small television stood directly in front of her hospital bed. Almost every news-related channel was broadcasting reports about jujutsu.
Jujutsu had fully entered the public eye.
With countless microphones and spotlights thrust in his face, Masamichi Yaga, whom everyone had nominated as their representative, maintained a stiff smile as the corners of his mouth twitched awkwardly. Inside, he kept cursing the brats who had shoved him into the spotlight.
Still, he knew it was better for him to be up there than those kids. But the pressure was far from trivial. He had spent an entire night poring over the script for this speech alone.
He took a deep breath,