[Some time passed, and Megumi Fushiguro once again came to stand before you of his own accord.]
[The boy, who had always kept his emotions buried deep inside, expressed his wish to you again with a look of almost desperate resolve. He wanted to become a true jujutsu sorcerer immediately, to step into that insane world himself and find a way to wake his sister Tsumiki.]
[You watched him quietly and did not refuse.]
[But before he formally enrolled at Jujutsu High, you imposed one nonnegotiable requirement.]
["Until next spring, you must be patient, finish all your remaining ordinary middle school classes, and earn your diploma through the proper process."]
[For Megumi Fushiguro, now that he had set himself the heavy goal of "saving his sister," the mathematical formulas on the blackboard and the Japanese textbooks had long since lost all meaning.]
[Making him sit quietly in a bright classroom, listening to his peers discuss games and clubs, was nothing short of unbearable psychological torture.]
[But however restless he felt inside, the person making this demand was you-the man he saw as both brother and father, and his absolute mentor on the path of jujutsu.]
[So Megumi Fushiguro forcibly suppressed his churning anxiety and made himself be patient. After giving the thugs who picked fights with him a brief lesson, he endured the remaining classes like an ordinary middle school student until he graduated successfully the following March.]
[What Megumi Fushiguro did not know was that your seemingly "unreasonable" demand had nothing to do with caring about a middle school diploma. It was based on extremely meticulous consideration.]
[Tsumiki's mysterious coma lay right before your eyes, like a sword of Damocles hanging over your heads.]
[You assumed that the mysterious person with stitches across the top of their head was