In Your Eyes

EPILOGUE

August, Year of Engi

The narrowing number of curses was followed by the diminishing missions for the sorcerers, a privilege they haven't had for the longest time. The Six Eyes' disappearance returned to the original state of the land as well as the kodoku's demise.

Okkotsu Yuta returned to Heiankyo and succeeded his cousin as the head of the clan, just like what Gojo had hoped. The young man clad in black gazed out at the expanse of the estate in solitude when another company joined him.

"Glad to see that you are well, Okkotsu-kun." Shoko said and sat next to him. Yuta gave her a nod. It had been years since the boy was sent by his older cousin to Kaga province and he had missed a lot of things in the capital. He was the second strongest to Gojo Satoru and to protect the country efficiently, the two had to be assigned to separate places. Hence, they mostly conversed through letters. He couldn't remember the last time they had spoken in person if Yuta were to be asked.

"I am glad to be back," Yuta replied with a small smile but it quickly turned into a regretful one. "Although I wish the situation was different."

Shoko placed a hand on the boy's shoulder and they shared a mourning silence for a long while.

He vowed to continue Gojo's legacy by making the people responsible for the creation of kodoku pay for their crimes. Together with Shoko and the others, he found out that to avoid having been cursed for eternity, the kodoku was supposed to be fed and with Ryomen Sukuna gone, it meant perpetual bad luck for the Fujiwara. It then came to their conclusion that the Fujiwara clan would attempt to make another kodoku ritual to avoid this.

A perfect opportunity struck.

In a sequestered place at the foot of the mountain, he and his faction discovered the performing of ritual. With his battle prowess and calculated preparedness, they were the victor of that night, fully restraining Fujiwara Tokihira and the rest of his men. The incident led to the Fujiwara clan's downfall which opened a new era.

Peace and prosperity ruled Heiankyo, thanks to the combined efforts of the sorcerers led by Okkotsu Yuta.

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"In this world, desire and ignorance lie at the foot of suffering." a teaching of Buddhism spoken by an old monk who went by the name of Genshin, one of the most respected scholar-monks of Tendai sect. "Do you not desire anything in the outside world?"

Uraume sat still, eyes on the floor with their fists balled on their sides. Frankly, they have no idea what brought them to the same temple where they had stolen their monk robes. All they knew was they had nowhere else to go from that day forward. From the day their masters died, from the day he sacrificed himself to free them, and to return the life he had stolen for that freedom.

"You should leave," the captain of the medic team muttered as she knelt next to the lifeless body of their first and former master. "The Jujutsu Higher-ups would give you the capital punishment if you were to return."

Uraume barely heard Shoko as they wept looking at Sukuna's rotting form. Through his death came the penalty of disintegrating body and soul together with the curses he consumed in the ritual from where he was born.

There was an earthquake in their voice and waterfalls in their eyes. "What good is it to live without a purpose?" A servant like them had no other ambition than to serve their master. A pity but that's how it always had been for Uraume. With both Gojo and Sukuna gone, they were left alone.

"He gave his life to you," Shoko answered in a quiet voice, trying to hide her pain at the death of her closest friend. She held no bad blood with the servant-sorcerer for they were just another victim of this long-standing farce. "That's enough reason for you to continue living. "