Everything seemed to return to that scorching summer. The undying heat, the scent of the ocean, the blue of the clear sky.

That summer, so long ago.

The cry of the cicadas, yearning for rebirth.

Tengen, the one who rests at the core of the jujutsu world.

Tengen and he have never met in person, and his eyes have never bore witness to their person. But Tengen has a form in his mind nonetheless. A cicada, engaged in an endless cycle of rebirth. Always during the tumult of summer, always chirping- their song is always in the peripherals of a sorcerer 's life. Lost within the heat of the sun, the breeze of the summer wind, but never, never gone.

They have never met, and yet, they both had a part in how the other 's life has changed.

Everything seems to come back to Tengen one way or another. Even his fate is intertwined with theirs. The Six Eyes and Tengen and the Plasma Star Vessel, destined to be intertwined for generations.