The remains of the fight were still settling.
Heat faded.
Smoke drifted upward.
The city lights below flickered weakly.
Takeru stood there for a moment.
Still floating.
Still looking down.
Then—
his eyes widened.
Just slightly.
"…No."
Beside him, Ryomen Sukuna looked over.
"…What."
Takeru didn't answer.
Because his Six Eyes suddenly started flooding him with information.
Too much information.
Pressure.
Movement.
Cursed energy.
Fear.
Something—
something was wrong.
Very wrong.
His head snapped toward Shibuya Station.
"…No no no no no—"
And he disappeared.
Not teleportation.
Running.
Just running.
BOOOOM
The street beneath him exploded apart.
Windows shook.
Cars rattled.
People turned—
only to see a white blur tear past them.
Sukuna stared for a second.
"…He sensed something."
Then even Sukuna's expression shifted.
"…Tch."
Inside Takeru's vision—
thousands of details flashed.
Hallways.
Stairs.
Voices.
Cursed energy signatures.
Heartbeats.
His breathing became sharper.
"Faster."
He jumped over buildings.
Landed.
Ran again.
Then reached the station entrance.
Crowds.
Noise.
Lights.
And he didn't slow down.
Not even a little.
He blasted straight through.
CRAAASH
People screamed.
Wind exploded through the station.
Takeru ran through hallway after hallway.
Left.
Right.
Down stairs.
Across platforms.
His eyes were glowing brighter now.
Searching.
Searching.
Searching.
"…Where?"
Faster.
"…Where?!"
Something in his chest felt heavier every second.
Not fear.
Not panic.
Something worse.
Recognition.
Like he already knew what he was running toward—
and desperately wanted to be wrong.
Far behind him, Fred appeared holding a sign with shaking hands:
"Warning: Timeline divergence detected."
Takeru ran faster.