Naoya hated retreating.
More specifically—
he hated what retreat meant.
It meant there had been danger.
It meant someone had judged the situation badly.
It meant there existed, somewhere behind him, a person capable of forcing a Zenin to move in a direction other than forward.
And Naoya Zenin found all of those things offensive.
They landed on a lower rooftop several blocks away, then moved again, putting distance between themselves and the ruined street. Jinichi still had Naoya slung partially against him, supporting more weight than the younger man would ever willingly admit he needed. Chojuro was breathing hard. Ranta's expression remained tight and watchful.
Naoya shoved Jinichi off the moment his feet touched properly.
"I didn't need your help," he snapped.
Jinichi looked at him flatly.
"You were seconds from dying."
Naoya's face twisted.
"No, I wasn't. I was learning his pattern."
Ranta actually closed his eyes for a second.
Jinichi's expression hardened.
"You were beaten."
Naoya stepped forward despite the blood still running down his face.
"I would have killed him."
"With what?" Jinichi asked coldly. "Your pride?"
Naoya's cursed energy flared.
"You old bastards jump in the moment things get interesting and suddenly act like you saved me from certain death."
Chojuro, still pale from the strain of his earlier technique, muttered, "You're welcome."
Naoya rounded on him immediately.
"No one was talking to you."
Ranta stepped between the rhythm of the argument before it worsened.
"This isn't helping," he said. "We need to regroup and report—"
Naoya scoffed.
"Report what? That some random blindfolded outsider made you all panic?"
Jinichi's tone dropped dangerously.
"This wasn't panic. It was judgment of the situation."
Naoya sneered.
"No. It was cowardice."
And then—
a voice came from behind them.
"No," it said softly. "It was smart."
Every member of the Hei turned.
Oden stood on the rooftop behind them.
Still.
Unhurried.
His hood shadowed part of his face, but his eyes were visible now. Black outer sclera, golden irises, red slit pupils, and beneath those impossible eyes sat the most unsettling thing of all.
A smile.
A thin, sinister curve that did not belong on his face and instantly changed the entire temperature of the rooftop.
He looked like a child who had finally gotten permission to stop pretending.
Naoya's mouth parted slightly.
For the first time since meeting Oden—
he looked shaken.
Oden tilted his head.
"You're not getting away," he said.
Then the rooftop exploded.
Oden moved first.
Tiger erupted from his shadow in the same instant Rabbit shot low across the rooftop like a white-black bolt of murder. Jinichi reacted first, throwing himself sideways while Chojuro slammed a palm into the roof and raised a wall of rock. Rabbit hit it, shattered straight through, and kept going.
Jinichi cursed.
Naoya vanished into Projection Sorcery immediately, his body breaking into impossible velocity as he circled wide. This time, however, Oden did not let the speed control the fight's shape.
Dog answered first.
The rooftop beneath them twisted.
Stone bulged. Tile shattered. Sudden ridges and uneven footing disrupted clean lines of movement, forcing Naoya's routes into narrower choices. Projection Sorcery was terrifying, but it still needed geometry. Dog denied him perfect geometry.
Ranta's eyes sharpened.
"He's controlling the terrain—"
That was as far as he got before Tiger lunged.
A false body.
Ranta swatted at it instinctively and turned his attention the wrong way.
The real strike came from Oden.
He was already in close.
Flat-handed. Precise. Cruel.
His palm crashed into Ranta's sternum and launched him backward into a utility structure hard enough to crack the concrete shell around it.
Jinichi came down from above at the same time, cursed energy loaded into a brutal overhead strike.
Oden crossed one forearm to meet it—
and Ox manifested behind him.
Spiritual heat burst outward in a wave. The impact of Jinichi's strike collided with Oden's guard, but the pressure of Ox's furnace-like aura blasted back into Jinichi's frame, forcing him off balance for half a beat.
That half-beat was enough.
Snake split from Oden's shadow into six smaller bodies and shot at Jinichi's limbs like black arrows. Jinichi smashed two. Dodged one. Let the fourth bite his sleeve rather than his wrist.
The fifth got his ankle.
Venom surged.
Jinichi tore himself free and retreated immediately.
Naoya re-entered.
A blur.
A palm for the freeze.
Oden saw the route before the touch arrived.
His Serpent Eyes tracked the heat buildup in Naoya's shoulder, the tension through the calves, the cursed energy flow settling into its twenty-four-frame discipline. Oden turned at the exact angle needed and let the palm skim cloth instead of flesh.
Then he punished the commitment.
Rabbit burst upward from his shadow under Naoya's blind side. Naoya twisted mid-path to avoid being torn apart, but that meant completing his frame sequence off line.
Tiger was waiting there.
The mark on Naoya deepened as claws raked across his back.
Naoya hit the roof in a crouch, breathing harder now.
"Damn freak—"
Oden was already past him.
Because Chojuro had moved.
Earth sorcery cracked the rooftop again, stone pillars spearing upward in jagged succession like the building itself had decided to kill him. Oden slipped through the first two, vaulted the third, shattered the fourth with an Ox-backed elbow, then cut between the fifth and sixth with such narrow margin that fragments scraped blood from his cheek.
Chojuro saw him coming.
Tried to retreat.
Too late.
Oden reached him in one long, gliding step and drove a knee into his ribs with enough force to lift him off his feet. Before Chojuro could even fold around the hit, Oden caught him by the collar, turned, and hurled him through his own stone formation. Rock burst apart around Chojuro's body.
The elite force finally understood something then.
This was no longer a simple extermination mission.
This was survival.
Ranta's technique activated hard.
Invisible force locked around Oden.
A hold.
A binding pressure that arrested movement through direct sorcerous fixation.
Oden stopped.
For one second—
actually stopped.
Ranta's eyes widened.
"It worked!"
He strained, veins rising in his temple as he committed everything to the hold.
"Now! Kill him!"
Naoya and Jinichi moved together.
Naoya from the side, speed flaring.
Jinichi from the front, raw force loaded into a killing strike.
Oden looked up slowly.
Then took one step.
Ranta's face changed instantly.
Blood ran from his nose.
He pushed harder.
Oden took another step.
The invisible pressure screamed through the rooftop. Dust vibrated. Cracks spread beneath Oden's feet. Ranta coughed blood now, both hands shaking as he tried to maintain the hold.
"He's—"
Another step.
Like a monster walking through chains that had not realized they were ornamental.
Ranta's eyes went wide with genuine horror.
"He's too strong!"
Jinichi still committed. Naoya too. Their attacks came in at once.
Oden met Jinichi first. Pivoting inside the heavier man's range and slamming the flat of his forearm into the elbow joint to break the line of force, then spinning behind him and kicking him into Naoya's path.
Naoya had to alter mid-projection.
That was enough for Rabbit.
The shikigami struck Naoya in the side and sent him crashing across the rooftop edge, barely catching himself before dropping.
Tiger descended on Jinichi at the same moment, false bodies and real pressure folding around him like a nightmare.
Chojuro, half-buried in rubble and barely conscious, tried one last desperate earth surge—
and Oden appeared in front of him.
He drove Chojuro back down into the broken stone with one hand at the throat and the full weight of Snake's coiling pressure locking the man in place. Smaller serpents swarmed over the shattered ground, fangs bared, ready to finish what they'd started.
Chojuro's eyes widened.
This close to death, he understood it clearly—
this boy would actually kill him.
Ranta screamed through blood and pain, forcing his technique harder.
Oden's body jerked for the first time since breaking the hold.
Not much.
Enough.
Enough for Chojuro to still be alive.
But not enough to stop the rest.
Because Oden turned, still moving through Ranta's restraint, and began walking toward him.
Walking.
Actually walking.
Ranta's eyes filled with blood-red strain. Tears mixed with it. His whole body shook as though his own technique were trying to tear him apart from the inside.
"Stay—still—!"
Oden kept coming.
A shadow rose behind him.
Dragon this time.
Its long body coiled into the sky above the rooftops, wind pressure slamming downward so hard every remaining Zenin had to brace. Tiles ripped free. Concrete dust became a storm. The battlefield changed from urban rooftop to natural disaster in a heartbeat.
Naoya looked up at it and felt, with cold clarity, what Hakari must have felt.
Monster.
Jinichi, bloodied and furious, tried to move again.
Oden's gaze flicked to him once.
That was all.
Just one look from those serpent eyes—
predatory, total, impossible—
and Jinichi hesitated.
The hesitation saved his life.
Because in the next instant a new presence arrived.
A mass of curses swirled above the adjacent rooftop like a black congregation answering prayer, and at their center stood Suguru Geto, robes stirring in Dragon's wind as if even the storm had decided not to touch him carelessly.
"Alright," Geto said.
His voice was not loud.
It didn't need to be.
"Let's stop here."
Everyone on the rooftop looked at him.
Oden's expression did not soften.
Geto stepped forward, eyes moving across the battlefield. The broken roof, the bleeding Hei, Chojuro on death's edge, Ranta destroying himself trying to hold back someone who clearly did not care about being held.
Then his gaze settled on Oden.
"If you kill them now," Geto said, "you don't just become enemies with the Zenin clan."
He paused.
"You become enemies with the entirety of Jujutsu Society."
The words hung in the air.
Oden stood there for a second longer.
The wind screamed around Dragon's coils overhead.
Then he clicked his tongue.
Tiger dissolved.
Rabbit vanished.
Snake withdrew from Chojuro's throat.
Dragon uncoiled into the night and disappeared into shadow.
Ranta's technique broke completely and he collapsed to one knee, coughing blood so hard he nearly folded in half.
Oden looked at the Hei with pure, open disappointment.
Then said:
"Fine."
It was not forgiveness.
It was postponement.
And every member of the Hei understood that.
Jinichi grabbed Chojuro this time.
Naoya pulled himself fully back onto the roof, face pale with rage and humiliation.
Ranta could barely stand.
None of them spoke.
They had seen enough.
They fled.
They ran from the rooftop with the kind of urgency people only showed when they had looked directly at something and realized too late that it was beyond them.
Geto watched them go.
Then glanced back toward Oden.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Below them, Tokyo still glittered as if none of this had happened.
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