The beach was gone.
Not damaged.
Gone.
Sand had turned into craters.
The shoreline itself had changed shape.
Smoke drifted through the air.
Broken pieces of the resort scattered across the island.
Everyone stared.
Still trying to process what they had just witnessed.
Only one attacker remained.
The girl.
She stood frozen.
Not from fear.
From confusion.
Because Takeru wasn't looking at her the same way.
He slowly walked forward.
No emotion.
No grin.
No joke.
Then he stopped.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Because he noticed something.
Blood.
Not hers.
On her sleeve.
On her hands.
His eyes focused.
And then—
recognition.
Yuji's blood.
Nanami's.
Others too.
People he knew.
People standing behind him.
Silence.
The girl took a step back.
Then suddenly raised her hand.
Cursed energy surged.
"If I can't stop him physically..."
A strange effect spread instantly.
Takeru felt it immediately.
Nothing.
No cursed energy.
No flow.
No output.
No techniques.
Limitless—
gone.
Projection Sorcery—
gone.
Everything—
gone.
The two Gojo's widened their eyes.
"...His cursed energy vanished!?"
Geto stepped forward.
"No—"
Nanami narrowed his eyes.
"...Something's wrong."
To everyone else—
this looked like a victory.
Takeru without cursed energy.
Takeru without techniques.
Takeru without power.
The girl slowly exhaled.
Relief appearing on her face.
"...Got you."
Then—
Takeru cracked his neck.
Once.
Then rolled his shoulders.
Crack.
Crack.
And finally looked up.
Still emotionless.
"...Oh."
A pause.
"No cursed energy."
He looked down at his own hands.
Opened and closed them.
Then—
he stepped forward.
The ground beneath his foot exploded.
BOOOOM.
Everyone froze.
Yuji stared.
"...WHAT!?"
Megumi's eyes widened.
"...No way."
The girl stumbled backward.
"...Impossible!"
Takeru continued walking.
Calmly.
Because for everyone else—
no cursed energy meant weakness.
But not him.
Not Takeru.
Because his body shifted.
Temporarily adapting.
Temporarily changing.
A Heavenly Restriction.
Pure physical power.
No cursed energy.
No techniques.
Just overwhelming strength.
Sukuna slowly smiled.
"...You picked the wrong person."
Takeru took another step.
The air itself shook.
And for the first time—
the attacker's confidence disappeared.