Deep within the Tombs of the Star Corridor beneath Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Everything was white.
It was a boundless expanse of pure white.
A thumb-shaped humanoid sat in the center of that whiteness.
Tengen.
His body maintained an unchanging seated posture, his two short arms resting on his crossed knees.
Those two pairs of eyes.
Two sets of pupils, arranged one above the other.
They stared straight into the empty space ahead.
Tengen spoke.
"Impossible to define..."
"It lies outside the cursed energy cycle I have built over a thousand years."
The pupils in his two pairs of eyes contracted slightly, as though refocusing, trying to capture an image beyond the scope of vision.
"It is not cursed energy."
"It is more like a disturbance in the laws themselves."
His fingers shifted ever so slightly on his knees, as though a thought had triggered an exceedingly faint resonance within him.
"I can sense its power."
"But I cannot define it in the vocabulary of Jujutsu Society."
"It is unlike an existence such as Sukuna, whose cursed energy is concentrated to the utmost."
"That is an extreme that can be quantified and understood."
"But this is..."
He fell silent for a few seconds.
"Like a conceptual entity born from the laws governing the movement of the stars."
He lowered his head, his gaze falling on his own short, thumb-shaped hand.
As though searching his thousand years of experience for a corresponding point of reference.
But after rubbing his fingertips together a few times, he found nothing.
"Is this what they call magic?"
Tengen raised his head again, the light in his two pairs of eyes flickering slightly.
Though he stayed out of worldly affairs, he observed.
The Time Vessel Association, Jujutsu Headquarters, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Yuta Okkotsu...
These names and