[You stood amid the wreckage. Besides methodically contacting Kiyotaka Ijichi and briefly explaining the cleanup and confidentiality arrangements at the school, you did something rather rare for you: you took out your phone and called the number saved under "Satoru Gojo."]
[You did so out of an exceptionally clear and cold assessment of reality.]
[The commotion caused by the Special Grade Cursed Object's incarnation in the school building had been far too great. The final mission report would inevitably land directly on the higher-ups' desks.]
[In this timeline, you had always concealed your true fighting strength very deliberately, even cautiously.]
[You absolutely did not intend to take credit for such a shocking feat as "single-handedly overpowering and severely injuring Sukuna." After all, you were still a Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer on paper. If a report claiming that you had pinned the legendary King of Curses to the ground and beaten him was submitted, you would immediately become the biggest target in the eyes of those old conservatives in the Conservative Faction among the higher-ups. They might even treat you as an aberration more terrifying than Sukuna and subject you to endless surveillance and investigation.]
[So you needed a "shield" with enough influence, whose usual way of doing things already disregarded every taboo.]
[You wanted Satoru Gojo to take responsibility for this incident and become the official "person who handled it" in the report.]
[On the other end of the phone, the moment Satoru Gojo heard that you-someone accustomed to working alone and shouldering everything yourself-actually needed his help for once, his languor vanished. He had originally planned to unwind by buying some limited-edition sweets after finishing his mission.]
[Almost no time passed before, accompanied by a barely perceptible spatial fluctuation, that tall figure with a black blindfold and conspicuous white