Young_Jedi

Kishibe was a cursed child with a knife and nothing to lose. Thrust into Tokyo Jujutsu High, he crosses paths with two other prodigies—Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. Together, they form a volatile trio bound by power, pain, and the things they can't say out loud.

But growing up as a monster has its cost. As the past catches up to the present, Kishibe must face what he ran from—and fight alongside Gojo one last time, in a battle only one of them will survive.

Jujutsu Kaisen : Dog Unleashed

The coffee had gone cold hours ago. A dull hum from the hallway was the only sound as three of Jujutsu High's senior staff sat in heavy silence.

Yaga sat at the head of the small conference table, eyes bloodshot and weary. His fingers tapped absently on the folder in front of him. Shoko stood near the window, arms folded, her back rigid despite the fatigue radiating from her. Mei Mei leaned against the shelf, poised and detached, as if the weight of the school's newest trauma couldn't quite reach her.

"They've stopped attending classes consistently," Yaga began quietly. "Gojo's skipped every morning session. Geto hasn't spoken to anyone outside the trio. And Kishibe… Kishibe hasn't left his room in five days."

Shoko's jaw tightened. She didn't speak.

"They're grieving," Yaga continued. "But it's more than that."

"They'll adjust," Mei Mei said smoothly, brushing invisible lint off her sleeve. "They're strong enough."

"They're kids," Shoko muttered. "Kids who watched someone die. Watched each other bleed. And they weren't ready."

"They're sorcerers," Mei Mei replied. "And none of us were ever ready."

"Some of us learned how to hide it better," Yaga said, his voice low.

Mei Mei gave him a glance, but didn't reply.

Shoko finally turned from the window. Her face looked pale, her eyes shadowed with sleepless nights. "I went to see Kishibe again."

"He didn't open the door. But he left the window unlocked. On purpose, I think. I didn't go in… I just stood there."

Shoko hesitated, then said softly, "He said, 'I should've died out there.'"

Yaga looked down at his hands. "He doesn't believe he's worth saving."

"No," Shoko said. "And the worst part is… I don't know how to convince him otherwise."

Student Dormitory — Nanami Kento

Nanami sat on the stone steps outside the dorm, watching rain begin to drizzle over the courtyard. He was always quiet, always thinking—but today he looked heavier.

Haibara joined him, chewing the end of a rice cracker, his ever-present smile dimmer than usual.

"Did you hear?" Haibara said. "Kishibe-senpai missed sword training again."

"No," Nanami replied. "Not in the way you mean."

They sat together for a long moment.

"You ever think we picked the wrong path?" Haibara asked.

"I mean… we chose this life. But is it a life at all if you end up like them?" Haibara stared into the misting rain. "Geto-senpai hasn't smiled once. Gojo-senpai's jokes feel like… like they're just noise now. And Kishibe-senpai…"

"Looks like someone who's already dead," Nanami finished.

Shoko stood alone in the infirmary, the white-tiled walls too bright, too sterile. She stared at the stained gauze in her gloved hands—Kishibe's blood. Gojo's. Even Geto's. They were all blurring together now.

He came to stand beside her, looking at the empty cot where Kishibe had lain just days ago.

"Do you think they'll recover?" he asked.

"I don't know. I think some of them don't want to."

She shook her head. "No. But I wish I could've done more."

"I remember when Kishibe got here. He was rough. Angry. But there was still something inside him. Something that could laugh. Joke. Trust."

Yaga placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Now I'm not sure if anything's left."

Chapter 55 : The Living Ghosts