The argument hadn't even finished.
Yuji was still mid-protest.
Megumi was already calculating disaster probabilities.
Hakari was trying to ask what "later" meant.
Gojo was saying something about "legal reality violations."
Sukuna looked entertained.
And Takeru just listened.
Quietly.
Then he lifted one hand.
Snap.
No buildup.
No cursed energy surge anyone could clearly perceive.
No warning.
Just a single clean sound.
SNAP.
The world broke.
Not visually at first.
Not loudly.
Just… wrong.
Like the air forgot what it was supposed to be.
Yuji's voice cut off mid-word.
"…huh—"
Megumi's eyes widened.
"…wait—"
Hakari reached out instinctively.
"…this isn't—"
Then—
everything inverted.
Color shifted.
Sound stretched.
Gravity lost confidence.
And suddenly—
silence.
When they could see again—
the resort was gone.
The modern world was gone.
Even the ocean felt older.
Heavier.
The sky was different.
The air smelled like something raw and untamed.
They were standing on stone.
Not sand.
Not concrete.
Stone.
Yuji slowly turned.
"…Where are we…"
Megumi looked up.
"…No way."
Gojo was quiet for once.
Satoru Gojo
"…He actually did it."
The second Gojo just stared.
"…That's not funny anymore."
Sukuna inhaled slowly.
A smile spreading across his face.
"…Heian Era."
Ryomen Sukuna
Takeru stood at the front.
Completely calm.
Like this was always the plan.
"…Told you."
A pause.
"…I'll go myself."
Yuji snapped his head toward him.
"…YOU DIDN'T MEAN LITERALLY SNAP—"
Megumi interrupted immediately.
"…He did."
Fred slowly raised a sign from somewhere that definitely shouldn't exist across timelines.
It read:
"Unauthorized time travel confirmed."
A distant presence stirred in the world ahead.
Not yet visible.
But already aware.
Sukuna's grin widened.
"…Now this is interesting."
Takeru adjusted his haori slightly.
And took one step forward.
"…Let's see it."