The beach remained silent.
Too silent.
Takeru was still staring outward.
Still locked onto that distant presence.
Yuji stepped closer.
"…Takeru?"
No answer.
The wind grew stronger.
Sand drifted across the shore.
Even the cursed spirits had gone quiet.
Then—
something felt wrong.
A tiny sound.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just—
shhk.
Takeru's eyes widened.
For a split second—
nobody understood.
Then a massive wound suddenly tore across Takeru's body.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Blood hit the sand.
Reina froze.
Aika's eyes widened.
Hana stopped breathing.
Yorozu stared.
Yuji's face dropped instantly.
"…TAKERU!?"
The two Gojo's moved immediately.
Geto stepped forward.
Nanami's coffee fell from his hand.
But before anyone could react—
space distorted.
And something appeared.
No—
someone.
Right in front of Takeru.
Takeru barely had time to look up.
BOOOOM.
A fist slammed into him.
The impact folded the air itself.
Takeru shot backwards across the beach.
Straight through chairs.
Straight through umbrellas.
Straight through part of the hotel wall.
CRAAAAASHHHH!!
Dust exploded upward.
Silence.
Everyone stared.
Frozen.
Because one thought hit all of them at once:
Takeru had actually been hit.
Fred slowly dropped his sign.
The sign read:
"...What."
Even Sukuna had stopped smiling.
And from the dust—
a voice came out.
"…Found you."