[With little else occupying their time in their later years, they did not keep you waiting long after receiving word that you had reached out.]
[Only about half a day passed before those two familiar figures, deeply marked by the years, appeared at your agreed meeting place: the remote, desolate ruins of the old Jujutsu High.]
[The twilight wind carried a hint of desolation as it swept through the withered grass covering the hills.]
[You stood quietly before a broken stone monument, then turned to look at the two approaching men.]
[Unlike you, an anomaly whose body had been forever fixed in its prime by the effects of the Forever Seventeen Card, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto had truly entered old age.]
[Satoru Gojo's signature white hair was still dazzling, but deep wrinkles already covered his forehead and the corners of his eyes, and his once straight, pine-like frame carried a hint of the years' weight; Suguru Geto had grown quite a few gray hairs, and the face that had always worn a gentle or mocking smile now bore the weathered traces of decades.]
[Even at this age, the two old men still possessed an undeniably powerful presence and the handsomeness of their years, but before your outrageously youthful body, time's cruel contrast was magnified without limit.]
[You casually raised a hand and greeted them in the same offhand tone you had used decades ago, when you were still students.]
["Yo. You're here."]
[But seeing you like this again after so many years, both men stopped dead.]
[Even Suguru Geto, normally so composed and rarely given to swearing, felt his eyes narrow sharply at the sight of your face, unchanged from decades ago and still seventeen. Unable to suppress that overwhelming sense of wrongness, he cursed under his breath.]
["You