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January 10th 2019: Tokyo.
The light switch is flicked on. The morgue is suddenly illuminated. Okkotsu Yuta sighs as the humming from the ceiling lights deafen the room. Yuta takes a step forward looking at the rows of corpses waiting to be cremated. They never had the chance to give the sorcerers that perished during the culling games a proper send off. After Gojo Sensei's funeral it was decided that a mass cremation was to be held. With the ashes to be given to family members of the dead. Which is ironic seeing what happened to the Zenin clan.
“Let’s just get this all over with.” Yuta says, grabbing his katana. Suddenly a voice calls from behind him.
“Well this isn’t ominous at all.” Yuta turns around to see who it is. Only to see Ieri Shoko, the woman who taught him how to properly control his reversed cursed technique. Yuta notes to himself that she looks tired. Her eye bags look even darker, her hair left in a messy bun. After everything that she’s been through he’s surprised that she’s not taking a well deserved break. She lights her cigarette and walks towards Yuta. “Knowing how your technique works I'm guessing that you're down here for a little power up before the cremation. Am I right Okkotsu?” Shoko asks bluntly.
“Ieri sensei I’m sorry I didn’t know anyone would be down here yet and I thought I’d be able to sneak in before it all starts.” Yuta exclaims in his usual panicked tone. Shoko simply ruffles his hair and walks past him. “Yuta I couldn't care less about that. At least these bodies will be put to some sort of use, you weirdo, By the way, are the stitches healing well?” Yuta flinches and lifts his hand up to his forehead brushing past some strands of hair as he feels the stitching across his head. Each bump reminds him of what he did and the overwhelming sensations of the six eyes warping his vision. He still hasn’t fully recovered from the after effects of using Kenjaku’s cursed technique. Mainly being trauma related night terrors and hallucinations regarding Kenjaku, Sukuna, and mostly Satoru Gojo.
“It’s getting somewhere…” Yuta says, somewhat muttering to himself. He looks up to see Shoko taking the shroud off of multiple dead bodies. The bodies are sliced and cut. Some having arms and legs detached and even one that’s decapitated. “This is all Maki’s handywork if you can’t tell.” Shoko states bluntly. “So tell Rika that she can have these bodies but the rest are sadly off limits.”
“Thank you so much Ieri sensei!” Yuta says bowing down to Shoko. Shoko watches as Rika semi manifests herself to eat the limbs of some Zenin clan members that Maki killed. She lights another cigarette while looking at Yuta feeding her like some evil dog.
“Okkotsu before you go” Shoko says while Yuta is leaving the morgue “You do have his memories…Right?” Yuta looks at her and understands what she’s trying to say. “Yeah I do Ieri sensei. All of Gojo sensei’s memories are all up here.” He says pointing towards the scar that he was left with after using Kenjaku’s technique. For the first time in what feels like an eternity Shoko smiles. “I’m glad that Satoru gets to live on in some shape or form then.” Shoko says with a warm tone in her voice
Meanwhile…
New York City: United Nations Headquarters.
Principal Gakuganji stands before the world's leaders as the current new face of the Jujutsu world. “Why are we even considering this? You saw how powerful that monster was? He leveled an entire city in mere moments! I say we just blow the whole country to kingdom come so no more hellspawn like that can come crawling out of the debts of hell!” A world leader shouts. Which causes uproar in the meeting room.
Gakuganji stands there watching as these so-called “Leaders” act like children. “Gentlemen If I may.” Gakuganji states in an assertive tone. The room quiets down to listen to the old man. “I brought two specific sorcerers with me to help my case on why instead of being against Jujutsu you should accept it instead. Now I would like to bring grade one sorcerer Atsuya Kusakabe to the stand please. The door behind Gakuganji opens as Kusakabe walks in.
“Good afternoon uhh… It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” The world leaders stare at Kusakabe. He coughs before he speaks again. “As a grade one sorcerer I specialise in something called the new shadow style. It is a technique formed in the heian era as a way to defend the weak against the strong. As a part of the new curriculum of Jujutsu I shall teach the next generation the new shadow style as a way to defend others from cursed spirits no matter how weak or strong you are. It is my goal to have students of the new shadow style deployed into other countries in order to exorcise cursed spirits with ease. I see this is a painless way to eliminate cursed threats and would be beneficial for all countries involved in this jujutsu treaty.”
The world leaders murmur amongst themselves about the benefits of the proposition that Kusakabe proposed.
Hours go by and the meeting has gone from chaos to calmness. As the world leaders and the jujutsu society come to an agreement with Kusakabe’s plan.
“Before the meeting ends gentlemen I would like to introduce one more sorcerer to the stand. Someone who I believe is one of the many faces of the modern jujutsu world and will be one of its leaders in the future, special grade sorcerer Yuji Itadori.” Once again the door behind Gakuganji opens as Yuji enters the room.
The energy in the room shifts as the world leaders gaze upon Yuji. The title of special grade led the world leaders to believe that a wrinkly old man much like the one in front of them would saunter in but not a fifteen year old who despite all the cuts and missing fingers has a warm smile on his face and is carrying a multitude of bags from different designer clothing brands in both arms. “Sorry about all of the bags, Gakuganji sensei I was carrying all of them for Kugisaki and I didn’t want them to be stolen so I brought them in with me.” Yuji says while setting the bags down to the floor. Gakuganji looks mortified at Yuji and Kusakabe facepalms as his new student.
“Good afternoon everyone! It’s a pleasure to meet you all!” Yuji says with a bright cheery tone in his voice. One of the world leaders smiles at Yuji. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too son, I believe you're the one who put a stop to that Ryomen Sukuna monster that terrorised Shibuya and Shinjuku. Am I correct?”
“You would be correct for that, yes” Yuji says. “I would like to add on to what Kusakabe sensei talked about earlier. I myself want to help stop any cursed spirits terrorising certain regions of the world. I understand how evil and scheming these creatures can be first hand… So please allow me to be one of the many jujutsu sorcerers that help the entire world for a better tomorrow.” Yuji says bowing to the world leaders.
Another world leader speaks up.”You’ve certainly impressed everyone in this room that's for certain kid. As a way to commemorate you for your victory over that Sukuna curse I reckon we name this treaty the ‘yuji treaty’.”
The world leaders unanimously agree with Kusukabe’s proposition for a treaty between the united nations and the jujutsu world with them naming it the Yuji Treaty.