We were summoned by the elders immediately after the funeral, but only those involved in the battle were called—Gojo, Geto, and me. Many of the students had also defeated the monsters, but they weren't caught up in the conflict between the factions. Thankfully, the kids were all safe. It's been two weeks already, but the wounds are still fresh. Occasionally, I've seen Geto, but he's been very distant. 

He looked completely different, so broken.

 As we climbed the stairs, I asked Gojo, "Where's Geto?" 

Sighing, his hands in his black suit, he said somewhat despondently, "Every day since then, I've tried to contact him, but either he wasn't in his room or didn't respond."

 We reached the door, and I looked at Gojo.

 "Do you think he won't show up for the meeting?"

 He looked serious.

 "Knowing Suguru, he'll come." 

I glanced towards the door, and it opened, and we entered. I promised myself to keep observing Urahara and passing judgment on him. Currently, things were not looking good for Urahara. All the things that happened couldn't be mere coincidence, especially since he claimed to know nothing about them. We walked in, and surprisingly, Geto was already there. He wore his Jujutsu attire and stared at the ground. 

His appearance almost startled me. He had gotten thinner, deep dark circles under his eyes from days of sleeplessness, hadn't eaten much in the last few days, his hair was slightly greasy, and his skin was breaking out, but he didn't give a damn about his appearance.

 As we approached him, he hardly looked in our direction, as if he were in another dimension. Riko's death had hit him hard. I noticed that Gojo couldn't take his concerned gaze off him. Urahara cleared his throat and drew our attention to him. 

"The events that occurred a few weeks ago have affected us all deeply." 

I got goosebumps from the memories that flooded back. 

No, go away. 

My grip on my skirt tightened, but Gojo took my hand and squeezed it lightly, and I looked in his direction as he gave me a warm look, and my grip automatically loosened. Urahara sighed and arranged the files in front of him. 

"The girl Nicol, who killed Miura, was found to be wearing Jujutsu attire, which allowed her to register inside the barrier we had created for the competition venue, weakening the barrier from within and allowing monsters to penetrate. Toji Fushiguro was deceived by this Sasori, who possessed illusionary powers, thus being able to alter the events before his eyes. Unfortunately, Riko fell victim to this conflict."

 Gojo and I noticed Geto's body tensing up at the mention of her name, and I looked worriedly in his direction. His hands clenched into fists, and he stared blankly at the ground, trembling slightly. 

Suddenly, he started speaking angrily, "You want to tell me that we can justify Riko's death because of this illusion magic?!"

 Urahara looked at him cautiously, seeming to carefully consider his words to avoid further provocation. 

Gojo whispered his name, concerned, "Geto!...". 

Urahara scratched his neck.

 "How else do you envision it?" 

He took a step forward, gesturing with his arms as he spoke, "We HAVE TO ERADICATE THIS REVOLUTIONARY GROUP FROM WITHIN!" 

The flow of his cursed energy changed with his emotions.

 "Geto, you know it's not that simple, and besides, our capacities are limited." 

Geto suddenly shouted, startling even me, "ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT THE DEATHS WERE IN VAIN?" 

Urahara said nothing, but his expression betrayed him, "Sometimes, certain things require sacrifices." 

I breathed deeply, "Urahara, what I wonder..."

 He looked at me, and Geto also looked surprised. Gojo said nothing.

 "All the things that happened. From the mission to the other mission where I had to go to the shrine, to Yuji and the others also being attacked at the same place. Additionally, Riko's involvement at the barriers for the competition, where coincidentally Nicol entered and knew everything."

 My tone turned bitter, and I stared into his soul, "Is all of this just a coincidence?... or was it your plan?" 

He looked at me intently. The air in the room became almost stifling.

 A grin appeared on his face, "It could very well have been Sasori's illusion power, or their well-thought-out plan, but I can't rule out the possibility that we might have a traitor among us."

 He leaned back in his chair, amused, then pointed at me, "And you, Miura? How strange that you were always involved in all of this, and moreover, that the others always ended up dead, while you always came back unscathed."

 My mouth opened in shock. My eyes widened. I felt horrified. I gritted my teeth in anger. 

Is the bastard trying to turn the tables?

Gojo took a step forward, "She had an alibi for all the events. From the mission where I was involved to the other mission where Yuji and the others were there, and during the competition, the cameras, but which, funnily enough, were destroyed." 

Urahara scoffed.

Urahara stood up, his hands behind his back. Either I'm crazy or it's true, but a dark aura emanated from him. He looked at Geto. 

"All these events must have hit you hard, right? Your morale towards the Jujutsu Academy must have surely changed, hasn't it?" 

He asked the questions with dark intentions. 

He wanted Geto to think differently!

Before I could intervene, Gojo stepped in with a firm voice. 

"That's enough, Kisuke." 

I almost choked; no one has been able to address him by his first name. I looked at him surprised, just like when he intervened with my father. 

Urahara glared at him and said bitterly, "You may leave."

 We turned around and walked out. Before Geto could slip away from Gojo, he grabbed him by his clothes. 

"Suguru, talk to me! Please."

 He sounded desperate, even though Geto should be the one sounding like that. Geto stopped and looked at Gojo with a faint smile.

 "I'm fine, Satoru." 

Gojo gritted his teeth. "You're lying, stop it!" 

Geto's eyes widened, and he looked down sadly. "I feel lost." 

Gojo hugged him. 

"No, we're best friends, talk to me." 

He released him from the hug and smiled at him. 

"Just give me some time..."

 Gojo looked at him with concern, and Geto walked away. 

Gojo cheers everyone up, but who cheers him up?