[Although you did not stay until the end, the outcome was just as you had expected. Yuta Okkotsu accepted Satoru Gojo's invitation, which bordered on salvation, and soon afterward set aside his suicidal thoughts and stepped through the gates of Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High.]
[It was a turning point in his destiny, but in your eyes, he was a nuclear bomb that could detonate at any moment.]
[You kept your word. Since you had clearly expressed your opposition during that conversation, from the day Yuta Okkotsu enrolled, you took no part whatsoever in teaching or supervising him. It was a silent declaration, and your final stand as a member of the faculty.]
[The previously somewhat frivolous atmosphere at Jujutsu High grew a little heavy because of this subtle rift.]
[Everyone vaguely sensed Teacher Li's coldness toward this "Special Grade transfer student." That coldness stemmed not from a personal grudge but from a rejection based on principle, so no one probed further, nor did anyone try to bridge the gap between you.]
[Everyone maintained an almost tacit silence. Whenever you appeared at one end of the corridor, Satoru Gojo, who was responsible for Okkotsu's instruction, would often take the hint and lead his student the other way.]
[And Yuta Okkotsu himself understood it most clearly. Rather than resenting your cold treatment, he was like a pilgrim burdened with some sin, engraving the forceful warning you had delivered during that argument into his bones. Whenever he happened to encounter you at Jujutsu High, he would always stop and bow deeply, somewhat ill at ease, addressing you as Teacher Li in a quiet but solemn voice.]
[You would stop, a cold glint flashing across the lenses perched on your nose, then merely give a faint, utterly unfeeling nod as the most basic acknowledgment.