The street was silent.
Dim yellow lights illuminated the empty road as a lone figure walked slowly through the night.
His hood hid most of his face, casting his features in shadow. Anyone passing by might think he was just another man wandering the city late at night.
But if someone lifted that hood, they would be shocked.
Because the man beneath it looked no older than twenty.
Yet the truth was far different.
He was **eighty-three years old.**
Yuji Itadori.
Time had long stopped touching his body. His youthful appearance remained frozen at the peak of his life, while the world around him aged and moved on.
Only faint scars at the corners of his mouth and along his cheek hinted at the countless battles he had survived.
The year was **2086.**
And Yuji Itadori was the strongest sorcerer alive.
The modern era of jujutsu had grown weak. The legendary sorcerers of the past were gone, one by one disappearing into history.
Cursed energy across the world had declined.
New special-grade sorcerers were no longer being born.
Even cursed spirits had become rare.
And so, without challenge, without rivals,
Yuji stood alone at the top.
Seventy years of battle.
Seventy years of survival.
Yet his eyes were empty.
Cold.
Silent.
The fiery boy who once rushed recklessly into danger had long vanished.
Now, only a quiet man walked through the darkness.
His thoughts drifted to names he could never forget.
"Grandpa…"
"Junpei…"
"Nanami…"
"Gojo-sensei…"
His steps slowed.
Memories surfaced like ghosts.
The battles.
The laughter.
The funerals.
Too many funerals.
After the great war that ended the chaos of cursed spirits, they had won.
Humanity survived.
But the cost had been unbearable.
One by one, his friends disappeared from the world.
Even those who survived the war eventually died with time.
Maki Zenin.
Yuta Okkotsu.
Choso.
Hana Kurusu.
Everyone.
Everyone except him.
Yuji stopped walking.
For a moment, he looked up at the sky.
The stars shone quietly above him.
"Gojo-sensei…"
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"I think… you'd be proud."
Over seventy years, Yuji had refined his abilities to a level no sorcerer had ever reached.
Black Flash that could be triggered almost at will.
Reverse Cursed Technique mastered to perfection.
Cursed energy reserves so vast they could not be measured.
Abilities inherited from the Death Painting Wombs.
Power once belonging to Sukuna himself.
His physical strength surpassed even **Toji Fushiguro.**
His attacks could strike directly at the soul.
And through relentless experimentation, he had even awakened a terrifying technique inherited from his mother…
**The Anti-Gravity System.**
A power once used by Kenjaku to kill the special-grade sorcerer Yuki Tsukumo.
Yuji had pushed that ability far beyond its original limits.
Yet despite everything,
He had no idea how strong he truly was.
There was simply no one left who could measure it.
No enemies.
No rivals.
No battles.
Only silence.
Yuji exhaled slowly.
"Maybe… if I could start over."
The thought escaped before he could stop it.
Immediately, he shook his head.
"No…"
Even if he returned to the past, what could he change?
Back then, he had been weak.
Powerless.
Even with knowledge of the future, would anything truly be different?
Yuji walked toward a tall building ahead.
From the strange fluctuations he sensed, something unusual was happening inside.
Something, not human.
Aliens.
At least, that's what the authorities were calling them.
A faint smile appeared on Yuji's face.
"Finally… something interesting."
If they were strong enough, maybe this fight would break the boredom of eternity.
Yuji raised his hand slightly.
"If it's dangerous, I'll let Mahoraga handle it first."
But before he could take another step,
A brilliant halo of light suddenly exploded across the sky.
Yuji froze.
The world spun violently.
And then,
His cursed energy began to vanish.
Ten percent.
Twenty.
Thirty.
It dropped rapidly.
Until only **one-twentieth** remained.
The light disappeared.
Silence returned.
Yuji blinked slowly.
The city was gone.
Instead,
A strong smell of disinfectant filled the air.
White walls.
Bright lights.
Voices of patients walking through a hallway.
He was standing inside a **hospital.**
Yuji frowned.
"...What?"
He turned toward the nearest window.
And what he saw made his heart stop.
His reflection stared back at him.
The same face.
The same hood.
But something felt… wrong.
Slowly, Yuji looked up at the calendar hanging on the wall.
The date burned into his mind.
His eyes widened.
"...Impossible."
The year displayed on the calendar was—
**2018.**
Yuji Itadori had just traveled **68 years into the past.**
But before he could fully process what had happened,
Something appeared in front of his eyes.
A glowing countdown.
179 Days
23 Hours
59 Minutes
58 Seconds
The timer continued ticking down.
Yuji stared at it in silence.
Six months.
Whatever fate had sent him back…
It had also started a clock.
And when that timer reached zero—
Something was coming.
Something that would change everything.
Yuji slowly clenched his fist.
For the first time in seventy years,
A spark returned to his eyes.
"Looks like…"
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"I've been given another chance."