Dust and shattered wood filled the air.
The beach.
The hotel wall.
Pieces of umbrellas.
Everything had been blasted apart.
"Takeru!!"
Yuji yelled immediately.
But before anyone could move—
another explosion rang out.
BOOM.
Out of the cloud—
Takeru flew again.
Not by choice.
A strike hit him from below.
Another from the side.
Another from above.
He hadn't even fully recovered from the first impact.
No footing.
No pause.
No time.
BOOM!
CRASH!
THOOM!
The attacker moved like a nightmare.
Everywhere.
Nowhere.
Takeru twisted in the air trying to regain balance—
a cursed technique slammed into him.
Light flashed.
Sand exploded upward.
He got launched across the beach again—
only for another hit to meet him immediately.
Yuji stared.
"…HE CAN'T EVEN REACT!"
Megumi's eyes widened.
"No…"
Gojo's smile had disappeared.
Both of them were already moving.
Sukuna narrowed his eyes.
"…Enough."
Another hit.
Another impact.
Another cursed technique.
Takeru finally tried planting his feet—
BOOM.
A strike hit his guard.
The ground beneath him shattered.
Even he couldn't get a single word out.
Not one joke.
Not one grin.
Everyone just watched.
Because for the first time—
the unstoppable person was being completely overwhelmed.
Fred dropped to the sand.
Tiny arms shaking.
"…No…"
Then—
inside the storm of attacks—
a faint blue light appeared.
Takeru's eyes.
Still glowing.
Still staring.
And slowly—
very slowly—
a smile started forming.
"…Got…"
A breath.
"…your rhythm."
Silence.
The attacker suddenly stopped for a fraction of a second.
And that fraction—
was all Takeru usually needed.