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Elsewhere.
On a winding road lined with trees, a bus cruised calmly toward Kyoto.
Inside, six students from Tokyo Jujutsu High sat chatting among themselves.
At the back of the bus, the four second-years were gathered together.
Yuta Okkotsu sat by the window, his katana resting across his knees.
His fingers slowly traced the sheath, his gaze lost in the blur of passing scenery.
He closed his eyes, recalling what had happened the day before.
Flashback.
Gojo stood before him, hands in his pockets, his usual carefree smile in place.
"Yuta."
The boy looked up.
"Yes, sensei?"
Gojo adjusted his glasses, his smile fading just a little.
"During the tournament… you'll meet someone."
Yuta blinked.
"Someone?"
"Yeah." Gojo nodded.
"The one who took Rika from you."
Yuta's blood ran cold.
His eyes widened.
"What…?"
Gojo stared at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable.
"Be careful, Yuta."
Back to the present.
Yuta gripped his katana tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"The one who took Rika…"
His teeth clenched.
TAP.
A hand rested on his shoulder.
He flinched, then turned his head.
Maki was looking at him, brows furrowed.
"Relax, Yuta."
She patted his shoulder.
"You're way too tense."
Yuta blinked, then gave a nervous smile.
"Ah… sorry."
Across from them, Panda burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! Don't sweat it, Yuta!"
He gave a thumbs-up.
"This year, the victory's ours—Tokyo's taking it back!"
Beside him, Inumaki nodded.
"Salmon."
Yuta smiled faintly—but his gaze returned to his katana.
His hand tightened around the sheath once more.
The Elders' Chamber was plunged in oppressive darkness.
The heavy wooden doors groaned shut behind Gojo Satoru, sealing him inside.
The circular room was bare—no decorations, no warmth.
Three silhouettes sat behind a traditional paper screen, barely visible in the shadows.
The Elders.
Gojo stood in the center, hands in his pockets, his trademark smile still on his face.
A long silence.
Then—
"Gojo Satoru."
The voice of the first elder echoed through the room, deep and commanding.
"Have you found Geto Suguru?"
Gojo tilted his head slightly.
"No."
Another pause.
"Tell the truth."
The second elder's tone was sharper, almost accusatory.
Gojo's brow twitched ever so slightly.
He slowly raised his head, his smile fading.
"Are you implying I'm lying?"
His voice was low—dangerously calm.
"I haven't seen Geto. And besides…"
He crossed his arms.
"…I don't answer to you."
The third elder spoke, his voice steady but firm.
"You should remember, Gojo—we spared Yuta Okkotsu only because of your plea."
Gojo remained silent for a moment.
Then—he laughed.
A short, mocking laugh.
"Hahaha."
He shook his head, adjusting his glasses.
"You did it because you're afraid of me."
He smiled faintly.
"And besides… Yuta's no longer a threat. He lost his curse."
The elders said nothing.
Gojo studied them for a moment, then sighed.
"Anyway, you didn't summon me here just for that, did you?"
He crossed his arms again.
"I know why I'm here."
He tilted his head.
"You're trying to keep me from going to the Kyoto tournament."
None of the elders replied.
Gojo stood still for a few seconds, mind racing.
Then—
A slow grin spread across his face.
"Ah…"
He nodded slightly, amused.
"So, you found your anomaly."
Still no answer—but their silence said everything.
Gojo shrugged, his grin widening.
"Well, whatever."
He turned toward the door.
"I never planned to go to Kyoto anyway."
He stepped forward.
"Do as you please."
His hand touched the handle—
then stopped.
Slowly, he turned his head, glancing back at the dark silhouettes behind the screen.
"However…"
His smile vanished completely.
"…don't say I didn't warn you."
Without waiting for a response, he pushed the door open and walked out.
The echo of his footsteps faded down the corridor.
The elders remained silent for a long while.
Then—
"He knows."
"Of course he knows."
"So… what do we do?"
Another pause.
"We proceed with the operation."
Kyoto Jujutsu High.
The afternoon sun bathed the main courtyard in warm golden light.
Kyoto's students stood in formation, waiting for their Tokyo counterparts to arrive.
Ryosuke stood at the head of the second-years, arms crossed, eyes scanning the courtyard.
To his left, Mai wore her usual bored expression.
To his right, Kasumi fidgeted nervously, sneaking anxious glances toward the entrance.
Mechamaru, in his robotic shell, stood perfectly still.
In front of them were Utahime Iori, their supervising teacher, and Yoshinobu Gakuganji, Kyoto's principal.
Utahime crossed her arms, frowning toward the gate.
"They're late…"
Gakuganji remained impassive, both hands resting on his cane.
Then—
The distant rumble of an engine broke the stillness.
All eyes turned toward the entrance.
A white bus stopped before the school gates.
The doors hissed open.
And Tokyo's students stepped out.
Leading them was Masamichi Yaga, principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High—imposing in his black suit, his expression stern yet calm.
Behind him walked the six students in formation:
Two first-years — Kinji Hakari and Kirara Hoshi.
Four second-years — Yuta Okkotsu, Maki Zenin, Panda, and Toge Inumaki.
Yoshinobu Gakuganji stepped forward slowly, the tap of his cane echoing on the stone.
Masamichi Yaga did the same.
The two men stopped face to face.
Then—
Gakuganji smirked faintly.
"Yaga."
Yaga nodded, returning the smile.
"Gakuganji."
They exchanged a short, professional nod—a greeting polite in form, yet brimming with rivalry.
Yaga chuckled softly.
"Good to see you again."
Gakuganji clasped his hands behind his back.
"I doubt that."
Yaga laughed briefly.
"Still as blunt as ever."
Then—
Todo stepped forward, a wide grin splitting his face.
"Hey, Tokyo!"
His booming voice echoed across the courtyard.
"Good to see you all!"
Kinji Hakari walked up next, hands in his pockets, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
"Well, well…"
He gave Todo a once-over, then glanced at Kyoto's lone third-year standing in the back.
"So Kyoto's senior lets his junior do the talking for him?"
He chuckled.
"That's pathetic."
Todo turned to him, grin widening.
"Here in Kyoto, the strong speak for themselves."
He crossed his arms.
"Rank doesn't mean power."
Kinji raised an eyebrow—then burst out laughing.
"You're insane, man."