[One day later, Okinawa.]
[The salty, humid sea breeze mingled with the white noise of waves breaking against the rocks, echoing along this azure coastline that had once held countless memories of your youth.]
[The sunlight was still dazzling and the sand still soft, but the three people walking along the water's edge were no longer the same three reckless, high-spirited boys they had been back then.]
[To ensure this secret meeting was absolutely safe, you had used the highest-level encrypted communication channel known only to the three of you to tell Suguru Geto about this deeply meaningful location beforehand, asking him to come alone in disguise, in a personal capacity.]
[Meanwhile, after handling your routine duties at Jujutsu High as usual, you had Satoru Gojo use his Blue for long-distance spatial movement, bringing you down precisely in a secluded blind spot on this beach.]
[You had gone to such lengths to travel separately, even using spatial movement to cross half of Japan, so that this meeting would not seem so conspicuous to anyone watching.]
[At a time when informants could be planted anywhere and undercurrents ran through every faction, you had to ensure no outsider would connect the dots behind this gathering without cause, much less discover that the three of you still maintained this understanding.]
[Walking on the soft white sand, Suguru Geto wore light casual clothes and let the sea breeze brush through his signature long black hair.]
[He narrowed his long eyes slightly, quietly gazing at the boundless horizon where the sea met the sky, an extremely complicated emotion flashing through his eyes.]
[Only after a long while did he murmur with a sigh-like inflection.]
["The last time we came to Okinawa like this feels so far away now..."]
[At those words, you and Satoru Gojo,