It had been far too long since she'd been in Tokyo. It felt like a lifetime.
The summer's day warmed the city, and Sakura wandered past groups of people on their way to the train station for whatever summer activities awaited them on their days off. She felt almost envious, missing the days where she could be more carefree. But that was long gone, for now.
It hadn't been long after the incident of Sukuna's reappearance that she had been contacted by her former teachers to travel into the city - at first, she assumed, it was for medical reasons, but then she realized that another, familiar name had come up in the conversation: Satoru Gojo. He vouched for the current host of Sukuna and took the student in.
Was it the most foolish thing Gojo was capable of? Maybe. The director seemed to think so, so an extra pair of eyes was called in. Enter: Sakura. The student, himself, had enough mentors around him, but in the event things went south, they'd like an extra pair of hands for support. There was also a looming threat of other curses that have resurfaced since Sukuna's fingers were consumed, and a strong suspicion that humans were at risk.
She was expecting to meet one of the sorcerers to take her up to Jujutsu High and speak with the director for a full briefing, so with her rolling bag trailing behind her, she approached the side street where cars could pull up to load or unload their passengers.
