Time passed.
Just like in the manga—
Yuji was captured, sentenced, saved by Gojo, and finally accepted into Jujutsu High.
But this time…
Kael was there.
The platform at Tokyo station buzzed with late-morning crowds.
Megumi stood stiff in his iconic black Jujutsu uniform.
Yuji wore his custom red hoodie layered under the same uniform.
And next to them, drawing stares from almost everyone who walked by—
Kael Eidric in a white uniform that practically glowed under the station lights.
A uniform only problem children or special cases received.
Kael tugged the collar slightly.
It felt… comfortable.
Dangerously comfortable.
Footsteps echoed.
"Ohh~ thanks for waiting!"
Gojo Satoru materialized from the flow of passengers, waving like some overgrown child, his blindfold bright under the sun.
"Looks like your uniform arrived in time," Gojo said, turning to Yuji.
Yuji nodded.
"Yeah! It's perfect. But… why does mine look different from Fushiguro's?"
Gojo tapped a finger on Yuji's chest.
"Uniforms can be customized."
"But I didn't request anything," Yuji said, confused.
"Oh, I requested it."
Gojo smiled beneath his blindfold.
Yuji blinked.
Kael and Megumi exchanged the same sigh.
They began walking as Gojo led them toward the exit.
Kael recognized this moment instantly.
This was the part…
where they would meet Nobara Kugisaki.
Yuji looked over at Kael.
"Hey, Kael—your white uniform… is that custom too?"
Before Kael could answer, Gojo cut in.
"Nope. His is special."
Yuji stopped mid-sentence.
"Special how? Why does he—"
But before he could finish—
A sharp voice cut through the station noise:
"What about me?!"
Everyone turned.
A girl was harassing a random man, poking his chest repeatedly.
"You're scouting for models, right? I'm asking about myself! Don't ignore me!"
The poor man looked like he wanted to evaporate.
Before the chaos could escalate any further, Gojo raised a hand.
"Hey! Over here!"
The girl whipped around immediately, eyes lighting up as if she'd finally spotted her target.
She pushed through the crowd with zero hesitation, chin high, pride overflowing.
"My name is Kugisaki Nobara."
She flipped her hair dramatically.
"Lucky you—getting teamed up with someone as gorgeous as me."
Yuji grinned.
"I'm Itadori Yuji, from Sendai!"
Megumi nodded stiffly.
"Fushiguro Megumi."
Kael stepped forward.
"Kael Eidric."
Nobara stared at the three boys in a single sweep…
and sighed loudly, like her expectations had already plummeted straight into the floor.
Yuji's eye twitched. "Hey—!"
Kael hid a small smile. She hadn't changed at all from the story he remembered.
Before more chaos erupted, Gojo clapped his hands once.
"Alright, kids! Time for your Tokyo tour!"
Yuji cheered.
Nobara smirked.
Megumi groaned.
Kael simply watched—
the three first-years gathered together for the first time.
He could almost feel fate stitching their threads together, weaving the tapestry he knew so well.
But this time, he was tangled in it too.
…
The events unfolded like the original timeline:
Yuji and Nobara faced Gojo's test at the abandoned building.
Nobara exorcised the curse with her raw confidence.
Yuji showed his frightening natural talent.
And Megumi and Kael watched from the sidelines—
the quiet ones, the cautious ones—
the two who understood how dangerous this world truly was.
Kael studied Nobara's swings, Yuji's reckless bravery, Megumi's subtle tension.
Every movement whispered a future he already knew—
and yet now, everything felt different.
Uncertain.
Alive.
By the time the sun dipped behind the city skyline, the day ended.
Megumi returned to his dorm.
Yuji, still buzzing with excitement, followed Gojo's directions back to his room.
Even Nobara, after complaining about Tokyo prices, left for her assigned housing.
But Kael remained.
Gojo stood beside him on the walkway overlooking the school courtyard.
The breeze tugged at their uniforms—the white one Kael wore glowing like a lone ember in the dark.
Gojo broke the silence first.
"Hey… Kael."
Kael turned.
"Can you help me take care of them?"
Kael blinked once.
"…Me?"
Gojo nodded slowly.
And for once—just once—
he wasn't smiling like a fool.
"I can depend on you," Gojo said quietly.
"Sometimes you're more mature than you look. More grounded than anyone else here."
Kael felt his chest tighten.
Not from pride—
but from the weight of what Gojo wasn't saying.
Gojo's blindfold faced the night sky.
He felt it.
Kael knew he felt it.
The ripple.
The shift in fate.
The coming storm that Sukuna's awakening would unleash on the entire sorcerer world.
Kael inhaled deeply.
"…Okay," he said. "I'll watch them."
Gojo exhaled—relief hidden inside the sound.
"Good. I'm counting on you."
For a brief moment, the strongest sorcerer looked almost human—
almost burdened.
Then the wind changed, and Gojo straightened again.
The smile returned.
The façade slipped back into place.
But Kael had already seen the truth underneath.
This world was trembling.
And Kael knew—
he was now a pillar holding up part of its future.
…
Based on Kael's memory,
the next major event was close:
The Cursed Womb
The night when the special-grade was sealed inside the prisión.
The night where canon would truly begin to spiral.
But before Kael could prepare—
[Detecting plot progression.]
[Host must choose again: Support the plot… or change it?]
Kael exhaled through his nose.
Again?
The system was pushing him into the role of destiny's guardian.
But his answer remained the same.
"…Support the plot."
A pause.
Then Kael narrowed his eyes.
"System, you need to tell me something."
His voice was calm—but sharp.
"'Deepening my connection with the world.' What the hell does that actually mean?"
The system hummed softly—like gears turning behind the veil of reality.
[Accessing borrowed information from Rexa's system…]
55% … 76% … 85% … 100%
[Complete.]
Kael's spine straightened.
[Host, do you want the full story?]
[This explanation will take… a moment.]
Kael didn't hesitate.
"Yeah. Explain it."
A longer pause.
The air around him felt heavier, as if the shadows themselves leaned in to listen.
Then the system spoke—