Morning moved surprisingly fast.
No chaos.
No fighting.
No Sukuna trying to insult somebody before breakfast.
No Takeru eating mysterious cursed objects.
Honestly, that alone made several people suspicious.
Everyone had changed and gathered together.
Takeru had his usual outfit on:
tight black long-sleeved shirt, white nikka-pokka pants, black martial arts slippers, and his white haori resting over his shoulders.
The copies stood nearby too, each adjusting sleeves and stretching like actual people.
Yuji stared at them.
"…I still don't like that there are multiple of you."
One of the Takerus looked at him.
"…I don't like there being multiple me either."
Another Takeru looked over.
"…I disagree."
Yuji pointed.
"…STOP HAVING DIFFERENT OPINIONS!"
Nearby, the older sorcerers finally approached the Gojos.
"We need you at Shibuya."
Silence.
The younger one grinned.
The older one grinned.
Then both pointed at themselves.
"Me?"
"Me?"
Long silence.
"…Both of you."
Instantly—
"YEAHHHH."
Takeru nodded once.
Exactly as expected.
Hours passed.
Then evening arrived.
8:30 PM
The Veil dropped.
Civilians moved toward the station.
9:00 PM
Both Gojos entered.
Not one.
Two.
Inside the station—
things immediately changed.
Curses expecting one overwhelming force suddenly felt...
two.
Silence spread.
"…Wait."
"…Why are there TWO?!"
Elsewhere—
Yuji, Choso, and Copy-Takeru moved into position.
Nanami moved with another copy.
Both Nobaras moved with their assigned Takeru.
And Takeru himself stood beside Sukuna.
"…Ready?"
Sukuna crossed his arms.
"…No."
"…Cool."
And somehow—
everything started going according to plan.
No separation.
No panic.
No sudden disasters.
No feeling of everything collapsing.
For the first time—
Takeru looked around and relaxed slightly.
"…Huh."
A tiny smile appeared.
"…It's actually working."
Far away, Fred slowly raised a sign:
"Timeline successfully bullied into submission."