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13: Aftermath in the Afterlife

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In the mountains of Miyoshi, Hiroshima, a boy of white hair and dark sunglasses is leaping from rock to rock, his hands tucked into his pockets.

Gravity and a steep slope are nothing but decorative pieces for him to prance around. If the world are to ever bend for anyone's will, he knows it would do so for him—or perhaps because of him, as though it couldn't help but obey the unspoken understanding between the universe and its chosen one.

He stops in his tracks.

Perching a foot upon a crumbling ledge, where a misstep could end it all for anyone else, the boy remains unfazed. Instead, as he listens to the wind blowing a whistling warning to his ears, he realizes something.

The talisman Gojo Satoru had made for you—it's gone.

He couldn't sense it anymore.

He heaves himself upwards until he finds a slightly flatter terrain to rest upon, and he stills; he thinks to himself there. Before leaving, Satoru stuck a small talisman in that notepad you always held in your hand. He doesn't like asking for help, but he made Shoko add a protective layer to it as well—at the expense of him bursting into Yaga's office to grab her confiscated cigarettes back.

If you are attacked by someone that the higher-ups hired while they sent him on petty missions, not only would the talisman heal you, but it would help you get away from the threat as well, even without your cursed spirit nearby. That's how he made it: a foolproof talisman that only Gojo Satoru could craft; an infallible protection that only the level of Gojo Satoru can destroy.

For it to completely vanish, and for him to not realize it sooner?

Satoru rubs a hand on his lips, humming with closed eyes. "That normie might actually be driving me insane..."

Insane is an understatement.

His senses are haywire.

He feels that you are there, even when he's 800 kilometers away from you. He only senses the disappearance of his imbued talisman now, although the information that came to his mind says a few minutes had already passed.

It's either he needs more time to sleep (impossible), or he's missing something. What could it be?

No... perhaps he isn't missing something.

Perhaps he'd been unprepared instead.

A talisman created by Gojo Satoru is impenetrable. No other curse users nor sorcerers can destroy it. Not unless they're as strong as him, or they're something he never expected you would need protection against.

"...A Special Grade curse then, huh?" Satoru's breath forms a mist with his words.

He keeps his gaze towards the huge rock in front of him.

There was a special myth sealed within this specific rock. The mission's details said that people began to worship the myth once more. He had no choice but to end it before it became a corrupted curse.

Contrary to how he presented himself, Gojo Satoru is a rational guy. He knows that the correct thing to do is cast a curtain veil, draw the curse out, then exorcise it before it becomes a Semi-Special grade apparition. It is all so straightforward. Even dummies would know what he should be focusing on right now.

But instead of crossing his fingers and muttering the incantation of a curtain, Satoru takes out his phone, dialling a specific number.

Suguru is going back at Tokyo Jujutsu High. Whatever concerns you're facing right now, Satoru can trust him to deal with it and you could wait for a day instead.