Convergence

Part 3 : Chapter 1

Hello :)

It's been a while, hasn't it? Here I am again, almost two years after starting this fanfic... I'm really sorry for the long absence.

After watching JJK Season 3, my obsession with the series suddenly came back (MAPPA really did an amazing job—even though it wasn't my favorite arc, I absolutely loved it!)

I thought it would be a shame to leave this story unfinished, especially since it means so much to me.

I hope you'll enjoy this continuation... and that the fandom is still around to welcome it haha

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February 2016

After several years of study, Utahime had finally succeeded in becoming a teacher at the Kyoto Jujutsu High. The path had not been easy. This year, for the first time, she would be in charge of a second-year class—not merely assisting other teachers with minor duties.

Time had passed, both slowly and elusively. She still remembered, with unsettling clarity, Megumi's seventh birthday, celebrated in Satoru's luxurious apartment in Tokyo. Megumi was now thirteen, perhaps fourteen. He had grown, too. He and his sister Tsumiki were now middle school students at Urami Higashi in Saitama. Utahime saw them less often than before, but she continued to visit whenever she could.

Since the altercation with Naobito Zenin and Naoya Zenin, Satoru had chosen to entrust the two children to Atsuya Kusakabe's sister. The woman, grieving the early loss of her only son, had welcomed Megumi and Tsumiki with genuine tenderness. It was also a way to distance Megumi from the influence of the Zenin and Gojo clans. Strangely, since their move to Saitama, Naoya had not made any further contact. Perhaps he had lost interest in the boy. It must be said that Megumi had yet to display any power comparable to that of his biological father—and he showed no particular interest in the world of exorcists. He barely managed to control his own cursed energy. With his brooding and often withdrawn temperament, he frequently found himself involved in fights. He listened to no one; only Tsumiki could occasionally bring him back to reason.

Satoru, too, had changed.

Since the announcement of Geto Suguru's execution by the Jujutsu Council, something in him had darkened. He had become quieter, more distant. Time and again, he had tried to find his former best friend—to no avail. Some rumors claimed that Suguru had retreated to the mountains, now living as a Buddhist monk. But the man he had become bore no resemblance to the one they once knew. Since the end of high school, their paths had irreversibly diverged. Suguru spoke of nothing but vengeance, obsessed with eradicating those he called "monkeys." He had changed—both in body and in mind.

Since "the incident"—as Utahime mentally referred to that night spent with Satoru after Megumi's birthday—she had made sure to keep her distance. At the end of her internship in Tokyo, she had returned to Kyoto without looking back. She had only seen Satoru on rare occasions: at Shoko's graduation ceremony, when Megumi caught sick, during the appointment of Principal Yaga at the Tokyo school, or at inter-school events. She did not avoid him, but she no longer sought his presence. And neither did he. He, once so overwhelming, had become discreet. He still sent her a few messages from time to time—but nothing more.

Utahime had never asked him why he had suddenly changed. In a way, she understood. They had grown up. He had become the most powerful sorcerer of his time, and the weight of responsibility on his shoulders had only continued to grow. He could no longer be the carefree teenager he once was. Frequently sent on missions to handle the most complex cases, in Japan and abroad, he must feel alone—she sometimes thought. But in the end, who wasn't?