The newcomer was Satoru Gojo.
He was no longer wearing his teacher's uniform from Jujutsu High, having changed into simple black casual clothes. His signature black blindfold had also been replaced with a fashionable pair of small, round sunglasses.
He had one hand in his pocket, while the other held a bag of expensive-looking Japanese sweets bearing the name Kikusuian.
"Yo, Ye Chuan."
Gojo casually set the sweets on Ye Chuan's desk, then pulled out a chair and sat down with his legs crossed.
He looked at the bright moon outside the window, an irreverent smile on his face, and said:
"The moon looks lovely tonight."
"Interested in joining me in central Shibuya for an unprecedented fireworks extravaganza?"
Ye Chuan slowly closed the book in his hands.
Looking at the "strongest," who was forcing a casual tone, he calmly asked in return:
"Has the invitation arrived?"
"Mm-hmm~"
At that, Gojo's smile grew colder.
"Just now. They're finally ready to make their move against me."
"I can clearly sense an enormous 'Curtain,' bigger than any before it, unfolding in the heart of Shibuya."
Ye Chuan smiled too.
"Very well."
His gaze fell on the volume about the [Prison Realm] in his hands, and a collector's excitement flashed in his dark eyes.
The so-called Special Grade Cursed Object, the [Prison Realm], was essentially a living barrier with a will of its own.
Perhaps it would make a very fine addition to his collection.
The two exchanged a smile, and an unspoken understanding between the strongest and the strongest arose naturally.
They did not notify Principal Yaga, nor did they gather any students.
Instead, they decided...
The two of them would answer the invitation alone.
Ye Chuan rose and walked with Gojo toward the stage that was about to be utterly engulfed in