[After handling the incident involving Yuta Okkotsu and Rika Orimoto in what you considered a relatively "perfect" manner, you returned to your quiet life at Jujutsu High, shuttling between the same two places.]
[As you sat alone in your office and mentally reviewed the list of matters that required particular attention in the near future, almost everything left on it concerned the people associated with that stitched figure.]
[Because of the wings you, a butterfly, had kept flapping over the past few years, the timeline had changed beyond recognition.]
[Kento Nanami had not shed his identity as a Jujutsu Sorcerer in despair and discouragement to escape into an ordinary workplace as he had in his original fate, so naturally, there would be no such thing as "returning after four years away."]
[He was now working on the front lines of high-risk missions at an exceptionally steady pace.]
[And Suguru Geto, the close friend who should have become utterly twisted by endlessly swallowing Cursed Spirits and his hatred of Non-Sorcerers before ultimately defecting from Jujutsu High, remained perfectly fine within the system.]
[Since he had neither defected nor established that extremist Time Vessel Association, naturally, the future catastrophe of the "Night Parade of a Hundred Demons," an attempt to overturn all of Tokyo and Kyoto, no longer existed either. Everything seemed to be moving in the best possible direction.]
[Yet you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose and tapped your fingertips lightly against the desk, without the slightest relaxation in your eyes.]
[Under strictly rational analysis, the deadliest hidden reefs often lurked beneath a calm lake.]
[You keenly recalled an extremely crucial detail from a previous simulation: after Suguru Geto died, that mysterious being with the strange line of stitches across his head had unhesitatingly seized his corpse