EPILOGUE: A WORLD WITHOUT CURSES

EPILOGUE – THE WORLD WITHOUT CURSES

"Beyond the Night Parade"

Five years had passed.

The streets of Tokyo were quiet—not with fear, but with peace. Not a single cursed spirit had been sighted in half a decade. No reports of cursed wounds, no mass hysteria, no exorcists leaping across rooftops.

Because cursed energy was gone.

And so, the world had changed.

Where once stood a hidden campus for training jujutsu sorcerers, now stood a normal high school with ivy curling across red-bricked walls and large windows catching the sun.

Jujutsu High was no longer a battlefield. It was a school of learning, laughter, and life.

The new co-principals walked the halls with confidence:

Satoru Gojo, with his ridiculous sunglasses and even more ridiculous jokes.

Utahime Iori, with a clipboard in hand and enough authority to make the students behave—and to keep her husband in check.

Most days.

In one of the larger classrooms, five teachers leaned against the desks, chatting during their break period.

Yuji Itadori, now taller, his eyes still bright with purpose.

Maki Zenin, still stronger than everyone else combined, but now wielding nothing but sarcasm and a whistle for gym class.

Yuta Okkotsu, calm and quiet, his wedding ring glinting softly under the fluorescent lights.

Kugisaki Nobara, now the arts teacher, proudly flaunting a new generation of tough girls with self-confidence and style.

And…

Megumi Fushiguro, who finally smiled now without the weight of the world on his shoulders.

They sat in a circle, coffee cups in hand.

"Crazy to think," Itadori said, leaning back, "five years ago we were punching demons in the face."

Maki snorted. "You were crying half the time."

"I WAS NOT—"

Yuta smiled. "It feels… good. Teaching kids who don't need to know about death at thirteen."

Nobara nodded. "It was worth it. All that fighting. Every scratch."

Megumi looked up at the ceiling.

"I still remember thinking we'd never make it. That the world was just going to collapse."

He paused.

"But we held it. Together."

They fell into silence for a moment, each lost in memory.

Then Nobara grinned, "You all know who we owe this peace to, right?"

Yuji chuckled. "Yeah… the dumb blindfolded sensei"

Maki shook her head with a rare smile. "The idiot who called it all a plan even when he was winging everything."

Yuta lifted his cup. "To Gojo Satoru."

Megumi added, "The one who annoyed us, trained us… and saved us."

The five raised their coffee cups.

"To the Honored One," they said in unison.

Outside, in the courtyard, Gojo was chasing a student with a banana costume on, yelling something about cursed fruits and making absolutely no sense. Utahime stood behind him with a megaphone, yelling at him to act like a principal.

And yet, in all the madness…

There was laughter.

There was peace.

There was life.

And for once, the world didn't need sorcerers.

It just needed people.

END OF STORY

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BY SAHIL MISHRA