Wangchuan's body stiffened for an instant.
That voice.
He recognized it.
He knew it all too well.
Utahime Iori.
A teacher at Jujutsu High, a Jujutsu Sorcerer, his woman.
But why?
Why could Utahime contact him through his soul?
The thought lasted only half a second before he remembered.
When he had left that world, he had left a strand of Moon Demon's Demonic Energy in Utahime to protect her.
That strand of demon chi was his own source power, connected to his soul, and could protect her from fatal harm at a critical moment.
He had never expected it.
She had actually learned to control that strand of demon chi.
And she had even found his soul through the connection between strands of demon chi.
The corners of Wangchuan's mouth curved slightly, and his soul responded.
"Utahime."
"I'm here."
Another world.
Kyoto Municipal Jujutsu High School.
Utahime Iori sat at her desk, holding a cup of tea that had already gone cold. Her long, dark hair hung over her shoulders, and her face still bore the fatigue of her daytime shift.
But her eyes were bright.
As bright as a seventeen-year-old girl's receiving her first love letter.
She had felt the strand of demon chi respond.
It had taken her a long time to figure out how the Moon Demon's Demonic Energy Wangchuan had left in her before his departure worked.
She had discovered that there seemed to be some sort of connection between strands of demon chi, like two invisible strings. As long as she learned to pluck one, she could tug on the other.
She had tried many times.
She had failed many times.
Tonight, she had finally succeeded.
Utahime Iori set the teacup down on the desk and propped her chin in both hands, unable