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"Wu left?"

"They've gone, probably to get dessert again. Jay's gone back to kindergarten too."

“Then let’s go. Ijichi said there are two documents for you to sign this morning, and there’s also a routine meeting with the three main families this afternoon.”

Duanmu Yan remained silent for a moment, then strode off and walked side by side with Riko toward the office building.

Sunlight streamed down from above, casting the shadows of the two people on the stone path, one tall and one short, very close together.

From the very first day he transmigrated to this world, he had been wondering why he had been brought here.

He probably knows now.

It's not because I want to become the strongest, it's not because I want to replace the Elders, it's not because I want to defeat Sukuna.

It's because there are these people on this road.

Everyone who fought alongside him, everyone who waited for him to return in the corridor at dawn, everyone who was willing to entrust their lives to him and whom he was willing to entrust his life to.

They are all here, under this sunshine, living their ordinary yet precious lives.

In these twelve years, he fought all the fights he needed to fight, protected all the people he needed to protect, and changed all the things that needed to be changed.

He no longer needs to walk alone on the road ahead.

He glanced at Riko beside him; she was looking down at her phone, scrolling through her chat history with Kuroi, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Sunlight fell on her eyelashes, just like ten years ago when she fell asleep on his shoulder on the beach in Okinawa.

At that time, she was not yet eighteen years old and had no idea that she would be rescued from the fate of assimilation by a complete stranger, a college student.

"Duanmu, what are you thinking about?" Riko asked without looking up.

"It's nothing." He looked away from her face and gazed at the road ahead, illuminated by the morning light. "Let's go. We have a lot to do today."

He pushed open the office building door, and Ijichi was already waiting in the corridor with a stack of documents.

A new day begins.

It's not a sequel to a legend, nor is it the strongest showdown.

It was just another ordinary morning, in a world he had protected with his own hands, and together with the people he loved, he continued to move forward.

This is the best ending.

(End of this article)

Story Side Story 1

Sunshine, beach, waves.

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses up his nose, opened his arms, took a deep breath of the salty sea breeze, and shouted, "No one is allowed to mention cursed spirits, missions, or anything unrelated to Genwan today... We're here to have fun!"

He was wearing a flashy Hawaiian shirt, with not a single button fastened, revealing his fair, gleaming skin underneath. As soon as he stood on the beach, he attracted the attention of many tourists around him.

Xia Youjie followed behind, carrying a huge beach bag filled with towels, sunscreen, and snacks that Wu Tiao Wu had specifically requested.

He put his bag down next to the beach chair, stretched his wrists which were sore from the bag strap, and said with a hint of resignation, "You insisted on coming, and you were the one who brought the bag, so why am I the one carrying it in the end?"

Although he was complaining, he had already started laying out a beach towel, his movements were very practiced.

This is truly a hypocrite.

“Because Jay is the most reliable.” Gojo Satoru replied confidently, then kicked off his slippers and stepped barefoot into the sand.

The next second he was scalded by the sand and cried out, bouncing back onto the beach mat, clutching his feet and gasping for breath.

"It's so hot! It's so hot!"

Duanmu Yan walked at the very back. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and beach shorts, carrying an iced drink he had just bought from a convenience store. He quietly pulled his other hand out of his pocket and said casually, "What an idiot."

Xia Youjie nodded seriously, "Who says otherwise?"

Duanmu Yan poured his drink into the ice bucket, sat down on the beach chair next to Xia Youjie, leaned back, pulled his sun hat over his face, and planned to take a nap in the sun.

Yesterday, in order to finish the report ahead of schedule and free up his vacation time, he stayed up until the early hours of the morning to finish writing the last task summary.

They were all involved in breaking things, so why was he the one writing the report in the end?

This is absolutely outrageous!

I had only been lying down for a few seconds when my vision cleared up.

Gojo Satoru squatted down next to him, pinching the brim of his hat with two fingers, and pulled the sun hat off his face, a smug smile on his lips: "Duanmu, come play beach volleyball."

Duanmu Yan looked at him expressionlessly, "..."

Gojo Satoru shrank back. "Okay, fine, I'll go with Jai."

On the other side, Shoko also set up a parasol and slowly lay down on it.

She probably wouldn't go on a mission with those three scumbags; but she'd be happy to go out and have fun with them.

Not far away, Gojo Satoru had already set up his stance on the other side of the net, hands on his hips, chin slightly raised, exuding an air of "I'm the best in the world" confidence.

Several tourists in the distance were secretly taking photos with their phones.

Gojo Satoru clearly noticed this and deliberately turned slightly to give the other person a better angle.

What happened next was even more outrageous; they took photos with the people directly.

Xia Youjie finally got annoyed and said to him, "Stop being so conceited, Young Master Wutiao, let's get started!"

"Hi hi hi..."

After dealing with the tourists, Gojo Satoru tossed the volleyball into the air.

"Jay, you'd better catch this! This is my killer serve!"

Gojo Satoru jumped up and smashed the ball; his form was quite impressive.

But the ball suddenly took a strange turn in mid-air, instead of flying to the other side of the net, it slammed solidly into Xia Youjie's stomach.

The impact sent Xia Youjie flying backward, bouncing several times on the beach before coming to a stop, face down in the sand.

"Hahaha... My hand slipped, sorry, sorry!" Gojo Satoru clasped his hands together, but the gloating expression on his face had nothing to do with the word "apology."

Xia Youjie climbed out of the sand, wiped the sand off his face, and had a gentle smile on his lips.

"It's alright." He bent down to pick up the volleyball that had fallen at his feet, weighed it in his hand, and then tossed it into the air. "Got it, Satoru."

Gojo Satoru spread his arms wide, his smile as bright as the sunshine on the beach: "Come on, come on! Watch me show you what a perfect catch looks like..."

The ball hit him directly in the face.

Gojo Satoru was sent flying by the smash, rolling several times on the beach before finally lying sprawled in a sandpit, his sunglasses askew on his ears.

"Sorry, sorry, my hand was shaking." Xia Youjie stood there, clasped his hands together, his smile still gentle.

The next second, Gojo Satoru sprang up from the ground and pounced on his opponent.

Wu Tiao Wu grabbed Xia Youjie by the collar of his beach shirt, while Xia Youjie pressed Wu Tiao Wu's face down and pushed him away. The two rolled around in the sand, kicking up clouds of dust.

The tourists nearby all turned to look, each one watching the drama unfold.

Duanmu Yan couldn't sleep at all because of the noise, so he walked over to Xiaozi's parasol and sat down on another beach chair.

Shoko, wearing sunglasses, was reclining in a chair, reading the latest magazine.

Duanmu Yan glanced at the two figures still fighting on the sand and said in a normal tone, "I'll leave these two to you in a bit."

Glass made an OK sign.

Duanmu Yan: "I have two stupid friends, one is a big idiot, and the other is also a big idiot."

Glass: "+1"

Story Side Story 2

"Ouch—that hurts a bit." Gojo Satoru rubbed the back of his head as he climbed up from the beach, his face contorted in an exaggerated, theatrical grimacing.

None of the three moved.

Xia Youjie looked down at the red mark on his wrist that Wu had scratched, while Duanmu Yan leaned back in a beach chair and studied the clouds in the sky. Xiaozi looked indifferent.

"Hey... your classmates got hit on the head with a volleyball, and this is your reaction?" Gojo Satoru spread his arms in disbelief, putting on the perfect act of a pitiful victim.

But nobody paid him any attention.

He could only pat the sand off himself, then plopped down on the armrest of Duanmu Yan's beach chair and pointed towards the group of surfers on the beach.

"I want to play that too. It looks so fun...whoosh whoosh whoosh, flying over the waves, so cool."

Xia Youjie looked in the direction he was pointing.

There were indeed several surfers on the sea, gliding towards the shore on the waves.

He looked away, his tone calm: "Do you surf?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head confidently: "No. But I'm such a genius, I'll learn it in no time."

Xia Youjie then asked, "Do you have a surfboard?"

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then turned to look at Duanmu Yan.

Duanmu Yan spread his hands, indicating that he hadn't brought any either.

Gojo Satoru then looked at Shoko, who didn't even bother to shrug, but simply shook her head slightly.

"What should we do then?" Gojo Satoru frowned, falling into deep thought for the first time.

Duanmu Yan suddenly sat up from the beach chair.

He glanced at the group of surfers, then at Gojo Satoru, and then waved to Natsuyuki.

Xia Youjie bent down and put his ear close.

Duanmu Yan lowered his voice and said a few words. As Xia Youjie listened, his eyes lit up.

He straightened up, looked at Gojo Satoru's height, wingspan, and weight with a completely new perspective, and then nodded solemnly to Duanmu Yan: "I think it's feasible."

The two turned around at the same time, smiling as they looked at Gojo Satoru, who was still squatting on the beach chair with a blank expression.

Wu Tiao Wu looked at Duanmu Yan, then at Xia Youjie, and a sudden, inexplicable chill ran down his spine.