The start of school had swept away the summer heat and lethargy. Before she knew it, Miwa Chisei had been at Jujutsu High for half a year.
October 10 was a special day.
Miwa Chisei got up early, put on a pure white dress, and tidied her pinned-up long hair in front of the mirror.
The moment she opened her door, she found someone leaning lazily against the hallway wall. She was a little surprised.
"Gojo, did you need something?"
Satoru Gojo looked her outfit up and down, then gave a light cough, looking a little impatient.
"My old man told me to go with you. Today's the anniversary of your dad's death, right?"
Miwa Chisei said nothing. She turned and closed her dorm room door, and a silence settled between them.
Satoru Gojo had been a little strange lately. Autumn seemed to have swept away some of his adolescent restlessness, making him much more tolerable-though only in certain situations.
It was Tuesday. After texting Eikura Yohei, Miwa Chisei skipped class with a perfectly legitimate excuse. Apparently, Satoru Gojo had skipped class too.
They walked along Jujutsu High's stone path without bickering, for once.
Miwa Chisei bought the little daisies her father had loved. His resting place was far from grand, remote and modest.
In the photograph on the gravestone, Miwa Tatsuki wore glasses and a gentle, refined smile.
Satoru Gojo had a fairly good impression of her father. Compared with his own father's cunning, Miwa Tatsuki had been a straightforward, devoted father who had given Miwa Chisei almost everything within his power.
That was why Miwa Chisei never considered herself someone to be pitied. She felt she was happier than anyone.
"Dad, it's been a year. I've been doing well, and through a strange turn of events, I ended