[During those long years away from Jujutsu High, you never again set foot through the school gates that held your youthful memories, deliberately distancing yourself from the classmates you were destined to push into the meat grinder with your own hands.]
[Yet fate's tangled web always thrust those shadows of the past before you without asking.]
[Although you never returned, your phone still occasionally carried the voices of those at Jujutsu High, especially that white-haired Child of God who had now gone off to become a teacher.]
["Listen, Shunchen! This time, I picked up an incredible treasure!"]
[On the other end of the phone, Satoru Gojo's voice brimmed with undisguised exuberance and pride.]
[Like a child who had won a game of marbles on the street, or a king surveying his magnificent masterpiece, he brazenly boasted into the receiver about Yuta Okkotsu, the boy he had personally dragged off the Higher-Ups' gallows.]
["That kid is a miracle!" Satoru Gojo rambled indistinctly around whatever sweet he was chewing. "Not only does he house a Special Grade Vengeful Cursed Spirit so absurdly powerful that even I was a little surprised, but... under my fabulous guidance, he's already started learning to direct and suppress that power. Most importantly, he's an absolutely perfect match for you! He actually has the terrifying talent to copy other people's Cursed Techniques too."]
[Satoru Gojo paused, his tone taking on a maliciously provocative edge. "And compared to that stingy, troublesome technique of yours, copying one thing at a time and still constrained by your body's output channels, Yuta has Rika backing him up as an unlimited external battery. In plenty of areas, his destructive power and stamina are considerably more outrageous than yours are now! Just watch. Under the great Gojo-sensei's tutelage, sooner or later, I'll turn him