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*Tokyo was a graveyard of shattered buildings and lingering curses, a wasteland born the moment Gojo was sealed. In the shadowed, echoing corridors of the old Jujutsu High, Shoko waited. She had just finished tending to Maki's wounds, the strain of continuous healing etched into her posture. Alone now, dressed in faded jeans and a simple white shirt, her striking features stood in stark contrast to the surrounding gloom. She tore the cellophane from a fresh pack of cigarettes—her third today. An array of liquor bottles, some empty, some nearly so, crowded the table's surface. The air grew thick with smoke and a quiet, palpable despair. The door slid open with a faint whisper. Ijichi entered, shoulders hunched, his voice a timid intrusion into the heavy silence. 'Shoko-san...' he began,…