Eichi listened to Ten'an for a long time and gained a deeper understanding of Ten'an as a person.
"You have decayed under the erosion of time."
Eichi made this evaluation of Ten'an.
Long years would bury everything.
Countless beautiful childhood fantasies, desired toys, and longed-for dreams.
How many of these memories can one recall after growing up?
Eichi thought of his past life.
The Ulongyuan and Ashuai comics he had painstakingly saved up for, inquired about, and managed to collect in his childhood, he couldn't even remember their content after growing up.
He wanted to travel the world, observe this beautiful world with his own eyes, and measure the vast territory of his homeland.
Yet, he was only tied to a few kilometers of land, and even leaving the small town once required much consideration.
Without a lifelong goal, Eichi had lost so much in his short decades in his previous life; how much had Ten'an lost in a thousand years?
"Erosion, perhaps..."
Ten'an did not refute Eichi's words.
"You will lose to Kenjaku."
Eichi said with certainty.
This was not based on his familiarity with the plot, but a judgment made after understanding Ten'an.
"Why?"
Ten'an didn't actually care about winning or losing; in her view, if she lost, it was fate, and she only needed to accept it.
"Because Kenjaku has always been preparing to defeat you and achieve his goals, while you haven't made an equivalent response."
For example, under the same conditions, one worker dedicates all his free time to his goals and dreams.
Another person only occasionally picks it up to look at it, wipes the dust off the dream, and then symbolically places it there.
Isn't it obvious who has a better chance of success?
Kenjaku has been constantly approaching his goal over a thousand years, summarizing gains and losses, and making full preparations.
Ten'an, on the other hand, only moved passively under external impetus, and even because she couldn't see through people's hearts, she eventually hid in Hoshiumi Palace, passing the time by observing the barrier.
The current Ten'an has become numb, losing enthusiasm for everything, simply living on by following the instinct of life.
In contrast, it is only natural that Kenjaku, the villain who has struggled for a thousand years for his goal, would ultimately achieve victory.
Dreams and goals are like a fixed anchor for humanity; as long as one holds them tightly, even the erosion of time can hardly make one lost.
Otherwise, one will be like Ten'an, losing motivation, losing direction, drifting with the current, and leaving everything to fate.
"Perhaps."
Ten'an didn't care about Eichi's words.
It seemed that no matter the final outcome, she would view it as fate's arrangement and accept it.
Eichi shook his head; he had already understood Ten'an, so he had no intention of changing her.
'I can't rely on Ten'an, but that's fine. Ten'an, who has let everything go and only maintains the barrier in a basic way, is also beneficial to me.'
'Many attempts that I didn't dare to make before can now be carried out.'
'For example, slowly bringing the entire country's barrier under my control.'
At that time, Ten'an would probably also see it as fate's arrangement.
Perhaps because she hadn't spoken to anyone for too long, Ten'an became more and more talkative, like an ordinary Old geezers.
Eichi didn't leave Hoshiumi Palace until late at night.
However, Eichi had no complaints.
Because he got the answer he wanted, and it was a very good answer.
Ten'an was old, and unless her life was threatened, she was harmless to anyone.
Eichi now also knew why Ten'an was so unreliable.
The Jujutsu World had developed for so long.
There were countless novel things inside; whether Ten'an asked Jujutsu Headquarters directly or observed through the barrier herself, she could grasp many things.
But Ten'an didn't, and even watching what happened in the barrier was just to pass the time.
Just like Sukuna, the Great Master of passing time.
For a thousand years, his Soul was in an immovable finger, only able to stare blankly at the outside.
Occasionally watching those Cursed Spirits and humans to find some fun.
Sometimes, because he couldn't move, he would even become the fun himself.
However, for the bored Sukuna, becoming the fun himself was also a kind of fun that could pass the time.
And if he had the chance, he would definitely repay it twofold.
But Ten'an did nothing.
No wonder Kenjaku would say Ten'an was an Old geezers; what era was it, and she was still using old things.
Presumably, her brain had rusted from not being used for such a long time.
Speaking of which, Ten'an and Kenjaku were quite a match.
Ten'an was originally female, but could also change gender by assimilating a star plasma vessel.
Kenjaku, needless to say, gender change was just a basic operation.
Kenjaku had even experienced giving birth.
Moreover, the strengths and weaknesses of these two were very complementary.
Kenjaku achieved longevity through his brain, but his body needed frequent replacement.
Ten'an achieved longevity through her physical body, but her brain had rusted over the long years.
If Kenjaku's clever brain were put into Ten'an's immortal body, it would probably be a perfect fit.
After a good night's sleep, Eichi had Zenin Shuji submit his findings about Ten'an to Jujutsu Headquarters the next day.
In his report, Eichi mentioned that Ten'an maintained her consciousness by using the barrier to retain and fix the consciousness that should have been dispersed between heaven and earth... Finally, Eichi gave his conclusion: Ten'an would not affect the Jujutsu World's structure within the next few decades.
The higher-ups of Jujutsu Headquarters who saw this report were very satisfied.
Then they continued to drink tea and enjoy themselves.
Eichi had also complained to Naobito Zen'in that these Old geezers really weren't afraid of Ten'an losing control in a few decades.
Naobito Zen'in smiled and said that was for the Young Man to worry about; what was wrong with them Old geezers enjoying themselves after working hard all their lives? Keep the music playing, keep drinking.
Eichi was speechless.
After this mission, the second year of High School became dull and uninteresting.
The only thing worth looking forward to was the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event.
However, perhaps because they were too harsh last year, the Kyoto School students scattered as soon as this year's Exchange Event began.
Their only goal was to exorcise Cursed Spirits and earn points as much as possible before being caught by Gojo Satoru, the Devil King.
Then it was a happy game of hide-and-seek.
After the hide-and-seek ended, Gojo Satoru still regretted not catching that Jujutsu Sorcerer from the Kamo Family last year.
He had thought of many new tricks to try on that snake.
Thus, time came to the third year of High School.
Later, Kiyotaka Ijichi, who Gojo Satoru found useful and fun and deeply trusted, enrolled.
On the first day of the third year of High School, Eichi took out the notebook he had kept hidden.
It recorded many future developments.
To ensure that he wouldn't forget many important things due to the passage of time, Eichi wrote them all down and put them into his shadow.
Every year, he would take it out to see if anything major was going to happen that year.
'Third year of High School, Glasses-kun enrolls, Yuki Tsukumo comes to High School, Gojo Satoru becomes the strongest, Yu Haibara dies, and... Suguru Geto's defection.'
"There are quite a few things to pay attention to this year."
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