Departure

The courtyard of Jujutsu High was a quiet respite from Shibuya's scars, the air heavy with the bruised purple of twilight. Many hours had passed since the chaos and everything was under control.

Toji Fushiguro stood under the gnarled cherry blossom tree, its bare branches clawing at the sky. A weathered backpack hung over one shoulder, stuffed with Yuji and Megumi's haul—candy wrappers crinkling, game cartridges rattling, a tangible piece of his final gambit in this world. 

The countdown in his mind ticked down: minutes now, not hours, until the system yanked him back. 

Footsteps crunched over debris as Gojo approached, his uniform scuffed and stained. Gojo sauntered up, his blindfold tilted to reveal one piercing blue eye, hands in his pockets as he carried himself with that infuriating ease. 

Gojo sauntered up, his blindfold tilted to reveal one piercing blue eye, hands in his pockets as he carried himself with that infuriating ease. "Took you long enough," Toji said, his voice rough with mock surprise as he adjusted the backpack. "Thought you'd bailed on my weapon."

Gojo's grin was tight, more reflex than joy, as he pulled the Inverted Spear of Heaven from his jacket—its blade nicked but still humming with a faint, nasty edge. 

"Had to dig this outta some iced-over Gojo clan stash in Iceland. Nearly froze my ass off—call it payback for the Prison Realm." He lobbed it over, a tired toss that barely cleared the gap.

Toji snagged it, fingers wrapping around the haft as he gave it a quick spin, the motion stiff from overuse. 

"Still got it, huh? Figured you'd have scrapped anything that could nick your precious Infinity by now—you're too damn cocky to keep it."

Megumi approached, boots crunching on grit, his face smudged with dirt, a faint bruise shadowing his jaw from the night's toll. Yuji trailed him, lugging a plastic bag that clinked with games and cheap snacks, his sleeve torn and crusted with dried blood. 

"You kept that?" Megumi said, voice low and clipped, exhaustion sharpening his edge. "That spear's a liability—why risk it?"

Yuji trailing behind with a bulging bag. "Wait—you kept that thing?" His brows shot up, his scowl deepening. "That spear's a threat to you—why didn't you destroy it?"

Gojo shrugged, slumping against the wall, his grin thin. 

"No one's stupid enough to try that spear on me again—'s a trophy now. And the fingers?" 

A jagged slit ripped open on Yuji's cheek, Sukuna's voice grinding out like a blade dragged over stone.

"Eleven of my fingers with that smug prick?!" The lips twisted, venom seeping into every word, raw and unfiltered.

"You thieving worm—I'll skin you alive in the afterlife and choke you with your own guts for touchin' what's mine!"

He patted his jacket where the bundle of Sukuna's eleven rested, voice dry. "Toji nabbed 'em—keeps things messy."

Toji's smirk didn't budge, his eyes flicking to Yuji's cheek.

"Yeah, yeah, Your Majesty—cry me a river. I dragged 'em right to your doorstep, didn't I? Not that you'll taste 'em anytime soon."

He jerked his head at Gojo, voice rough but steady.

"Shiny Eyes'll toss you a scrap now and then—keep barkin'."

Yuji pressed a hand over Sukuna's mouth, smudging dirt across his own face as he muttered, "Shut it, man—not now." The lips squirmed under his grip, muffled snarls fading as he turned to Toji. "Here's your crap—don't know why we bothered."

Gojo rubbed his neck, a rasp of a laugh escaping him. 

A Grade 3 sorcerer staggered up, his uniform shredded at the arm, blood crusting a gash on his cheek.

 "Gojo-sensei!" he wheezed, clutching his side as he stumbled forward. 

"The higher-ups—they're all dead! Every damn one—cursed signatures gone, no trace!"

The air went still, heavy with the news. Megumi's eyes narrowed, his brain kicking into gear despite the fatigue. 

Yuji's hand froze on the bag, his jaw slack. 

Gojo's grin slipped, his Six Eyes flaring briefly as he scanned the horizon, confirming the void.

Toji's smirk stretched, a glint of something dark in his gaze as he shifted toward Gojo.

 "No need to thank me, Satoru," he said, voice low and thick with satisfaction as he cracked his knuckles. 

"My parting gift—less suits cloggin' up the works, more space for you to run the show. Make it worth somethin', yeah? Chaos fits this mess better than those old bastards ever did."

Gojo's head tilted, his eye cutting through Toji's half-lie, a dry chuckle rumbling out. 

"You shady son of a—when'd you pull that off? Nah, don't tell me, I'll dig it up later." 

His grin crept back, sharp and worn. "Fine, Toji. World's mine now. Guess I owe you a drink wherever you're headed—hope they've got sake that doesn't suck."

Yuji shook his head, shoving the bag at Toji with a tired grunt. 

"Dead higher-ups? And you're just…? Never mind, So, what's the deal, Toji-san?" 

Games and snacks spilled as he fumbled, his voice rough. "How're you takin' this stuff with you anyway?"

Megumi's arms crossed, his scowl fading into a hard squint. "Yeah, you keep sayin' afterlife, but that bag's real as hell. What's the catch?"

Toji hefted the bag over his shoulder, his tone shifting to that mock-wise drawl, though it sounded more worn than grand now. 

"Told you brats—space between worlds twists things. Candy's a memory, games're a mark I leave—carry 'em in my head, not my hands. Said I'd take 'em with me, not that they'd stay physical." 

He smirked, eyes glinting as he watched them process it.

Yuji blinked, half-convinced despite himself.

"That's… kinda wild, even if it's nuts."

Megumi's stare didn't waver. "Still sounds like bullshit. You're dodgin' somethin'."

Toji's laugh was a rough bark, scraping through the quiet as the countdown hit its last ticks. 

"Good enough for me. Don't fuck up the mess, kids." He turned to Gojo, teeth flashing in a tired grin. 

"Save that sake, pretty boy."

Then the countdown hit zero. His body flickered, warped, shrank—the broad, scarred bulk of Toji Fushiguro dissolving into the lean frame of Ogami's grandson, the cursed user tied to Shibuya's start.

The backpack and bag hit the dirt with a dull thud, candy spilling, game cases cracking open, the Inverted Spear clattering free.

Megumi flinched back, voice sharp. "What the hell—?!"

Yuji pointed, stunned, his hand hovering over the loot. "That's—that's not him! That's the guy Takuma-senpai fought! And all this—it's still here!"

Gojo's grin faded, his head tilting as Six Eyes swept the body and debris.

"Well, shit," he muttered, voice low with a mix of irritation and respect. 

"Said he'd somehow take it to the afterlife—guess that was half a lie. Crafty bastard got us. Or maybe not." 

He paused, recalling Toji's last words, a faint smirk tugging at his lip. "Not physical, huh? Wonder what that means."

The Grade 3 stammered, "H-how—how's he—?!"

Yuji scratched his head, nudging a candy bar with his boot. "He played us hard. Didn't even want the snacks."

Sukuna's lips slid onto Yuji's neck, a low, rasping chuckle rolling out. 

"Worm's got guts—left you idiots with scraps and a puzzle. I'll miss rippin' him apart."

Gojo crouched, lifting the spear with a faint smirk. 

"Yeah, he's gone—wherever that is." 

He stood, spinning it once as he glanced at the fingers in his jacket. 

"Left us enough to deal with. Let's sort this shit—got a world to patch up."

The tent's hum faded behind them, the group staring at the scattered loot and Ogami's grandson, who was quickly detained.

Feng Tian's soul was gone, yanked from JJK, leaving Shibuya with a jagged legacy and a hell of a cleanup.

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A.N: Hope you guys liked the chapter. Suggest me worlds you want mc to go in future and also, suggest the next world as well whose power rankings or upper power limits are not beyond planetary or continental level.