[When you followed the dim staircase all the way out of the Underground Workshop, which had been sealed off for a full half month, you finally stepped onto Jujutsu High's spacious athletic field once again.]
[Real sunlight from the present world, which you had not felt in so long, pierced the clouds and poured unreservedly over your slightly pale skin.]
[The physically warm sensation created an intense disconnect from the cold, brutal memories that had replayed endlessly deep in your mind over the past half month, stretched out indefinitely by "Time Perception Expansion."]
[You narrowed your eyes slightly, your pupils adjusting to the dazzling light in an extremely short time.]
[Half a month of relentless mental strain and soul engraving had left your body and mind utterly depleted, desperately lacking replenishment.]
[Just as you set off at a steady pace, intending to get something to eat at Jujutsu High's cafeteria or anywhere else to replenish the sugar this carbon-based shell urgently needed.]
[A figure abruptly entered your field of vision without any warning.]
[It was an exceptionally tall woman.]
[She wore a sleek, formfitting motorcycle suit. The somewhat wild outfit fully outlined the explosive power in her physique, and her whole body naturally exuded an undisguised, feral allure.]
["Neither Gojo nor Geto is at Jujutsu High? And I came all this way."]
[Accompanied by a voice with the distinctive languor and casualness of a mature woman, yet an unmistakably commanding presence, the woman strolled toward you.]
[She was casually carrying a solid-black, full-face motorcycle helmet.]
[Drawing on the vast database you had accumulated over several past simulations, you retrieved every detail of this woman's identity the instant your eyes met hers.]
[You knew she was Yuki Tsukumo, one of the handful of Special Grade Sorcerers who stood at the pinnacle