After her battle with Kenjaku last year, Chinatsu had lost part of her soul to the corruption of his schemes. To keep that corrupted soul from taking control of her body and wreaking havoc, she had imposed a powerful binding vow on herself.
From [divine child] back to [mortal].
From [monster] to [human].
When the people of the Jujutsu Society learned that Chinatsu was no longer the strongest, they all reacted differently.
Some remained calm, completely unmoved. Some bowed their heads and wept for her. Some lamented her loss, while others lowered their heads and quietly opened their mouths to breathe a sigh of relief.
At first, Chinatsu had not cared what outsiders thought. She had never been someone who pursued power for its own sake. The only reason she had pushed herself so relentlessly to grow stronger was to change those dark fates awaiting them in the near future.
And now, all of those fates had been rewritten.
Once power was no longer a necessity, perhaps there was nothing wrong with letting it go. That was what Chinatsu had originally thought. She had wanted to entrust the future entirely to the next generation.
But Chinatsu had discovered that it was not truly time to let go yet. The Jujutsu Society's next generation had yet to fully mature, and integrating the Jujutsu Society into human society required more people than they had...
Enough of those lofty justifications. What really mattered most was that Chinatsu missed the days when she had worked shoulder to shoulder with everyone.
Now, she could not even protect her own students.
Amid countless bursts of black lightning, Chinatsu sent the swelling Mahoraga flying, his feet scraping a series of grooves into the ground.
Mahoraga spat out a great mouthful of saliva. Even as he looked battered