[Against this global backdrop of gathering storms and surging undercurrents, time quietly passed.]
[That year, Jujutsu High welcomed a graduating class you knew all too well. Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, and Nobara Kugisaki, the three children who had struggled and grown under your watch, had finally reached the moment when they would leave school and face their own lives.]
[On the eve of graduation, Nobara Kugisaki stated quite frankly that she had no particularly strong desire to make being a "Jujutsu Sorcerer" her lifelong career.]
[Her choice might have seemed rebellious, but it was actually perfectly clearheaded, and you found nothing surprising about it.]
[That girl had come to Tokyo from the very beginning to pursue a broader, more vibrant modern life, not to rot in dark corners filled with bloodshed and curses.]
[You went along with her wishes, freely drawing on the extensive network of political and business connections you now possessed.]
[With your current power and means, securing her a respectable, well-paid position with excellent working conditions in this seemingly rigid society was child's play.]
[This was also a privilege you granted her as her teacher, allowing her to pursue an ordinary person's happiness.]
[Yuji Itadori, on the other hand, seemed rather lost and uncertain.]
[When the boy with short, cherry-pink hair sat in your office, his eyes held an innocence untouched by the world's hardships, along with an inner struggle.]
[On one hand, the kindness etched into his bones and his grandfather's dying wish to "save more people" drove him like a brand seared into his flesh; on the other, apart from swinging his fists to exorcise cursed spirits, he genuinely had yet to think of any other work he could do in his brief youth.]
[Seeing his troubled expression, you gave no lofty, compulsory orders. Instead,