The wind howled across the broken city.
Smoke curled through shattered towers and burning ruins.
And in the eye of the storm—
Gojo Satoru stood, eyes cold and gleaming with fury.
His voice dropped, calm yet razor-sharp.
"Who the hell do you think you are…"
He took a single step forward.
"…hurting the only woman I've ever loved to tease?"
A silence.
Utahime, flat on her back, raised her battered head.
"Don't say that out loud, you blindfolded idiot!!"
Gojo blinked. Then—
"Ehh?! C'mon, why do you have to ruin the moment?!"
He waved his arms exaggeratedly.
"I was giving you the best dramatic monologue in all of Tokyo!"
Even Geto raised an eyebrow.
"…You haven't changed."
Gojo's voice snapped back to ice.
"Neither have you. Still using people as pawns for your little god complex?"
Geto didn't respond.
Instead, his curses surged to his side like wolves baring their fangs.
The battle began.
The first impact cracked the ground into craters.
Gojo blurred forward—his fists a blur of light and power. Geto parried with spiraling curses, hundreds swirling to intercept. But it was no use.
Gojo was too fast. Too sharp. Too overwhelming.
He slammed Geto with a right hook, cursed energy distorting the air on impact.
Then a flying knee—CRACK—ribs shattered.
Geto coughed blood.
He tried to retaliate, using a dozen curses to entangle Gojo's limbs—
But Gojo invoked Blue—
WHOOOM
A vacuum force pulled Geto toward him uncontrollably.
Before Geto could even react—
SLAM!
Gojo drove his heel into his chest, sending him skidding through concrete and fire.
High above, Yuta and the others watched from a ruined rooftop.
Even Rika stood still, eyes wide.
"…Is this… Gojo-sensei's full power?" Yuta whispered.
Geto gasped as he hit the ground, coughing violently, every bone aching.
He tried to lift himself—but a shadow loomed.
Gojo stood over him, blue glow in one hand, red glow in the other.
His blindfold had slipped just enough to reveal one glowing eye.
"You've already lost," he said. "Even you know that."
But Geto, ever the fallen king, managed a weak smile.
"Then finish it."
Gojo didn't move.
The air was heavy. Tense. Quiet.
And yet—
The battle wasn't over.
Not yet.