When Satoru Gojo arrived at the hospital room, Suguru Geto was staring blankly out the window. Night had already fallen, and a cool, lonely half-moon hung in the ink-black sky.
"Geto, you're all right, aren't you?"
Through his Six Eyes, Suguru Geto looked perfectly fine, but he still couldn't help asking.
Suguru Geto smiled, his expression relaxed.
"I'm fine. You know how strong Miwa is."
Satoru Gojo walked over to the bed and rested his hand on Suguru Geto's shoulder.
"Don't think about those guys anymore. The mission's finished, and your promotion to Special Grade won't be a problem."
Suguru Geto nodded, then turned his gaze back to the window.
"Satoru, why do you want to become Special Grade?"
Caught off guard by the question, the boy paused, then answered casually.
"Dunno. Isn't that just what happens naturally?"
Suguru Geto found the answer a little funny. Indeed, for this guy, it was only natural.
But he had worked hard to get there, not to mention the countless jujutsu sorcerers who would never reach that level in their entire lives.
"Sorry. My head's a bit of a mess, so I asked something strange."
Satoru Gojo kept his hand on Suguru Geto's shoulder.
"Why are you apologizing to me? Say whatever you want, Geto."
Suguru Geto merely nodded at that and said nothing more.
Perhaps there were some answers he would ultimately have to find himself. No one else could help him.
Suguru Geto had successfully become a Special Grade Sorcerer, yet he didn't seem as happy as expected.
Miwa Chisei couldn't help thinking of the fate she had shown Suguru Geto when they first met. Was this why his life would reach a crossroads?
Her understanding of Suguru Geto was limited, so she shared her suspicions with Satoru Gojo.
They sat