Gojo did not know what he was feeling at that moment.
After so many years, he had received another letter written in Geto's own hand.
He held the letter with cautious fingertips, afraid to grip it too tightly or let it slip.
Only after a long while did he compose himself and calmly open the envelope.
His fingers trembled without his realizing it, and he had to be very careful not to tear the paper inside.
The letter was only a few thin pages long.
He read it carefully, word by word.
In the letter, Geto described how he and 16 Years Old Satoru had been doing, mentioned White Noroi, and talked about Riko's mission.
Between the lines was Geto's familiar warmth and calm, with the occasional touch of lively playfulness.
Gojo read in silence, faint glimmers of brightness occasionally flashing through his azure blue eyes.
His taut nerves slowly relaxed beneath the words Geto had written.
Over those few short pages, White Noroi watched Gojo's expression soften, his calm tinged with nostalgia.
He turned the pages slowly, his movements unhurried.
Watching Gojo, White Noroi suddenly felt something familiar about him.
Certain expressions and gestures of the Gojo before him felt just like Geto's...
Especially after meeting that irrepressibly lively 16 Years Old Gojo, the resemblance was all the more apparent.
Many of the adult Gojo's habits were much like Geto's.
White Noroi stayed silent, lowering his gaze before unconsciously looking back in a certain direction-
Toward Yuji's room.
He missed Yuji a little. He wondered whether Yuji had worried during the days he had been gone...
Whoosh!
A sudden sound came from across from him. He immediately turned back and saw Gojo spring to his feet-
His eyes were fixed on the letter, his expression a mixture of astonishment