Sakurajima Colony
The Zenin estate had become a battlefield.
Buildings were damaged.
The ground was cracked.
And scattered throughout the area were members of the Zenin family.
Maki stood in the middle of it all.
Calm.
Focused.
Absolutely terrifying.
Beside her—
both Sukuna's were helping.
One tore through an opponent.
The other casually watched the destruction unfold.
Then—
FLASH.
Takeru appeared.
He had switched with one of his copies, instantly transferring his consciousness into the copy assigned to Sakurajima.
He stretched his shoulders.
Looked around.
"…Yep."
He looked at Maki.
"Hey, Maki."
Maki glanced over.
"Takeru?"
Takeru pointed toward her.
"Don't kill Naoya."
Maki paused.
"…Why?"
Takeru walked closer.
"I gotta find him."
Maki stared at him.
Then glanced around at the battlefield.
"You're looking for him?"
Takeru nodded.
"Yeah."
One of the Sukuna's chuckled.
"…You lost him?"
Takeru sighed.
"Somehow."
The other Sukuna looked amused.
"…You can teleport your consciousness between copies, summon an army of cursed spirits, and apparently resurrect yourself…"
A pause.
"…Yet you lost Naoya."
Takeru pointed at him.
"Exactly."
Maki sheathed her weapon for a moment.
"Fine."
She looked around.
"If I see him, I'll leave him alive."
Takeru smiled.
"Thanks."
He turned around.
"Now I just gotta figure out where that idiot went."
Maki raised an eyebrow.
"…You realize you're the one who made him a good person, right?"
Takeru stopped.
"…Yeah."
A pause.
"…Which makes losing him even more embarrassing."
One of the Sukuna's laughed.
"Go find your Naoya."
Takeru sighed.
"…I'm never hearing the end of this."
He started walking through the ruined Zenin estate.
Somewhere in Sakurajima—
Naoya was still alive.
For now.