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A letter originally left on a grave, with some wear and tear already present when the document was donated to the museum. The grave has been identified as belonging to Gojo Satoru and Getou Suguru, two Special Grade Sorcerers from the Second Age of Jujutsu. Significant as the first mention of Clan Leader Zenn'in Maki, who with the help of her only surviving relative Fushiguro Megumi, bearer of the Ten Shadows Technique, helped bring society into the Renaissance Era of Jujutsu.
Penned by Fushiguro, the letter reads as follows:
Gojo—
You should have told me sooner. You really think I would have cared about something like that? But then again maybe if you'd told me, you would have died anyway from seeing me laugh at one of your jokes for once.
Who cares if you killed that old man? Didn't you know you were the only parent I ever needed?
Sometimes I—
Are you really —
Remember how you were always nagging me to meditate growing up? To focus on my breathing? I do that a lot now. Itadori does it in the mornings, and he's gotten Maki and Nobara and even Yuuta to do it with him, all of them sitting in the courtyard of the Zenn'in Estate. Every time they do it, I think you'd find it funny. You'd laugh the way I always told you was annoying, with your head tilted back, hiccuping from the force of your joy.
Sometimes I sit and breathe and breathe, and there are times when I sit with everyone, and sometimes I let the shadows swallow me up while I breathe instead.
Shoko says one of your lungs had been shorn in two, when Sukuna wearing my skin finally did you in. Sometimes I sit and breathe and then I hold my breath, instead.
Will you tell me how long you held your breath?
How long before you couldn't?
You'd always said that when you died, you wouldn't have regrets, and I always figured it was bullshit.
Bullshit.
I can hold my breath for fifty-six seconds now, and when I gasp for breath, unable to keep it up for fifty-seven, I hiccup just the way you used to. Head tilted back and everything. Grief instead of joy.
Bullshit.
I think you—you should probably rest as best as you can. Don't worry about anything, on our side, okay? We've got it covered. That over-idealistic, perfect world; we're gonna build it for you. We're none of us alone, now, and together we can do it.
You did that for us, Satoru.
You—
Sometimes I wish—
Dear fucking god I miss—
.
Your son,
Megumi