The snap back to the modern era didn't feel like returning.
It felt like reality got overloaded.
One moment: Heian Era stone, ancient cursed energy, chaos.
Next moment: neon lights, city air, and arcade machines buzzing loudly.
And everyone was there.
Not just everyone.
Everyone twice.
Kashimo froze.
Megumi slowly turned his head.
"…I don't want to answer that."
Hakari stared at himself.
Then at the other himself.
Then at Takeru.
"…This is illegal."
Kirara sighed immediately.
"…This is exhausting."
Gojo and Gojo stood side by side like it was normal.
Satoru Gojo
"…We are definitely breaking physics."
Geto just accepted it.
Suguru Geto
"…I'm not even surprised anymore."
And then—
the most confusing change of all.
Young Sukuna.
Now…
was not young anymore.
He stood there exactly like older Sukuna.
Same presence.
Same eyes.
Same expression.
Like time had decided it was tired of waiting.
Older Sukuna stared at him.
"…Finally."
Young-now-not-young Sukuna shrugged slightly.
"…It was getting boring."
Yuji whispered:
"…That should NOT happen."
Megumi replied instantly:
"…Nothing here should happen."
Then—
Takeru clapped his hands once.
"Arcade time."
And just like that—
the group moved.
Inside the arcade, everything was… wrong in the most nostalgic way possible.
Cardboard pizza.
Flat soda.
Plastic cups.
Cheap prizes.
Broken-looking prizes.
Perfectly low-quality chaos.
Yuji took a bite.
"…This tastes like childhood regret."
Megumi nodded.
"…It's accurate."
Hakari immediately pointed at the arcade machines.
"…I AM HOME."
Kinji Hakari
Kirara followed him slowly.
"…That's not a good thing."
Takeru, meanwhile, walked straight to the counter.
And paid.
Everything.
Without hesitation.
The cashier just stared.
"…That's… a lot."
Takeru nodded.
"…Yeah."
Then he turned.
"…Make it more."
Silence.
Fred slowly raised a sign near the snack area:
"Capitalism defeated by arcade energy."
Meanwhile—
Hakari and the other Hakari had already dragged each other into gambling machines.
Both immediately yelling.
Both immediately broke.
Both immediately smiling.
Yuji pointed.
"…They are literally the same person."
Megumi muttered:
"…That's the problem."
And in the background—
Sukuna stood at the edge of the arcade.
Watching everything.
"…This is somehow worse than Heian Era."