The remaining enemies finally moved.
One.
Two.
Five.
Then more.
They had watched one teammate disappear.
Watched another lose instantly.
And now—
they were rushing Takeru all at once.
Huge mistake.
The girl in front of him tried stepping back.
Tried creating distance.
Tried activating another technique—
TWHAM.
Takeru was already there.
No cursed energy.
No techniques.
No flashy effects.
Just raw movement.
Pure physical force.
A strike to the side.
A kick.
A shoulder slam.
The ground cracked beneath her feet.
She tried countering.
Missed.
Tried escaping.
Missed again.
The difference in speed was absurd.
Eventually—
Takeru grabbed her by the shoulder and tossed her across the sand.
Not into a wall.
Not into anything dangerous.
Just far enough away.
She rolled to a stop.
Dazed.
Unable to fight.
Takeru stared at her for a few seconds.
Still emotionless.
"...Stay there."
A pause.
"...I'll deal with you later."
Then—
he turned.
Because the others had reached him.
And suddenly—
a katana appeared in his hand.
Silence.
Yuji blinked.
"...WHERE DID THAT COME FROM!?"
Megumi stared.
"...No seriously."
Hakari pointed aggressively.
"HE JUST INVENTED A SWORD!"
Even Takeru looked down briefly.
"...Huh."
Meanwhile—
back near the group—
Sukuna stood up.
Slowly pulled out a phone.
Looked at it.
Smirked.
"...A fight needs atmosphere."
A second later—
music blasted across the entire beach at ridiculous volume.
"Bubble Pop Electric"
Everyone turned.
Nanami stared.
"...Why."
Higaruma looked exhausted instantly.
"...Of all possible songs..."
Sukuna folded his arms.
Completely serious.
"...Perfect choice."
Then—
Takeru moved.
BOOM.
One enemy down.
CRASH.
Second enemy down.
THOOM.
Third enemy sent flying.
The beach had become complete chaos.
Explosions.
Shockwaves.
Music somehow still playing.
And in the center of it all—
Takeru walked forward with a katana he absolutely did not have ten seconds ago.
Sukuna nodded proudly.
"...Cinema."
Fred slowly raised a sign:
"Peak fiction."