As if remembering something, he made a fist with his right hand and smacked it into his left palm.
"Right, right, that thing from Naruto."
"A coffin comes out of the ground, with a dead person lying inside. Pull them out, and they can fight."
He looked back at the coffin, somewhat expectant.
"But that's something from a manga."
"That guy Suguru Geto can pull tricks like that too?"
As he spoke, the coffin lid moved on its own.
"Creeeak..."
The lid slowly slid to one side, revealing the pitch-black space inside.
Satoru Gojo's hand froze in midair.
His gaze fell on the inside of the coffin.
That face.
The face he had thought he would never see again.
Tokyo Jujutsu High.
In the middle of the courtyard.
Suguru Geto knelt on one knee.
His right arm had been severed at the elbow, and countless sword wounds covered his body.
His head hung low, his breathing heavy.
His remaining hand pressed against the ground, his fingertips trembling slightly.
Through the loose strands of hair hanging over his forehead, he looked at the young figure standing ten meters away.
Yuta Okkotsu.
And.
The special grade vengeful spirit, Rika Orimoto.
Suguru Geto stared at the young figure, his lips moving slowly.
"Yuta Okkotsu... you..."
"Your cursed energy output... how could it have reached this level?"
His gaze swept over the massive figure beside Okkotsu.
Then over the sword wreathed in cursed energy in Okkotsu's hand.
"That guy Satoru Gojo... and that monster Wangchuan... what exactly have they been teaching you?"
Okkotsu thought for a moment before speaking.
"Mr. Geto."
"My teachers taught me a lot, but at the heart of it, there was just one thing."
He paused.
"Believe in yourself, and believe in the people you want to protect."
"You've