The air snapped—
and she moved.
A barrage.
Invisible cuts.
Dozens—no, hundreds—of slashes tearing through space itself.
Everyone braced—
But none of them landed.
Or rather—
they did.
Takeru didn't move.
Didn't block.
Didn't dodge.
His shirt—
was gone.
Vaporized into nothing.
His torso exposed, lined with faint marks—
old scars, fresh grazes—
but no fatal damage.
"…That's new," Yuji muttered.
The pressure spiked again—
and then—
something else happened.
A presence split off.
Sukuna stepped out.
Fully manifested.
Grinning.
"…You're getting interesting."
Takeru rolled his shoulder once.
Cracked his neck.
"Sukuna."
A pause.
"…Get a song ready."
Sukuna raised an eyebrow.
"…A song?"
"Yeah."
Takeru smirked.
"'The Only Thing They Fear Is You.'"
A beat.
"By Mick Gordon."
Sukuna stared.
Then laughed.
"…Fine."
A moment later—
music blasted across the entire campus.
Heavy.
Relentless.
Violent.
And Takeru—
started walking.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Straight at her.
"…I'm gonna aura farm so hard right now, Unc."
A grin.
"Trust."
She attacked again.
The barrage returned—
faster—
stronger—
This time—
Takeru raised a hand.
Blood flowed.
Not out—
but over.
His own blood hardened across his body.
Dense.
Reinforced.
Choso's technique.
The slashes hit—
And stopped.
Grinding against the hardened surface.
Takeru didn't even pause.
The music roared louder.
He stepped through the storm.
And then—
he struck back.
The fight exploded.
Domain Expansion: Infinite Void.
The world flooded with information—
She endured it.
Domain Expansion: Deadly Sentencing.
Judgment fell—
She broke through.
Malevolent Shrine.
Slashes tore the ground apart—
She pushed forward anyway.
Even Kashimo's grin widened.
"…She's insane."
Ryu laughed.
"…Perfect!"
Mahoraga began to form—
the wheel turning—
adaptation starting—
But Takeru stopped it.
He waved a hand.
"…Not yet."
Mahoraga vanished.
The battlefield held.
Barely.
Invisible barriers.
Cursed energy reinforcement layered over everything.
Keeping Jujutsu High from becoming a crater.
Takeru looked up at her.
Still standing.
Still fighting.
Still pushing forward.
"…Tch."
A grin.
"You're still going, huh?"
He reached up.
Pulled a blindfold over his eyes.
Then—
with his thumb—
he lifted it slightly.
Just enough.
His right eye visible.
With his left hand—
he formed the sign.
Hollow Purple.
But—
something changed.
The ground cracked.
A presence rose.
Not Mahoraga.
Not Gojo.
Something else.
A fusion.
A towering figure.
Wheel behind it.
Presence overwhelming.
"…Majo, I guess."
Even Sukuna went quiet.
"…He made something new…"
"Majo" moved.
And the fight escalated again.
Faster.
Sharper.
Heavier.
The girl met it head-on.
No hesitation.
No fear.
They clashed—
again—
and again—
and again—
Until—
finally—
she slowed.
Breathing heavier.
Body failing.
Still standing.
Takeru stepped forward.
Music still roaring.
Then—
SMACK.
A simple slap.
Silence.
She blinked.
Stunned.
Takeru scratched the back of his head.
"…You seem strong."
A casual smile.
"…Why not join us?"
A pause.
"…Oh—and the slap?"
He pointed at his cheek.
"…That was for the cut."
He looked down at himself.
"…Also I need a shirt."
Then back at her.
"…So what do you say, eh lady?"
Silence.
Then—
she laughed.
"…Fine."
The pressure vanished.
Just like that.
At the edge of the battlefield—
Utahime groaned.
"…What… happened…"
Shoko helped her sit up.
Healing already in motion.
Utahime looked out.
The ground—
intact.
But she could see it.
The thin, shimmering layers of cursed energy—
barely holding everything together.
And Takeru—
standing there—
covered in marks.
Unbothered.
Talking casually with someone who almost destroyed the place.
Utahime blinked.
"…I hate this school."
Shoko smiled faintly.
"…You're not wrong."
And just like that—
another monster joined them.
Like it was normal.