Shibuya Station shook from distant fighting.
Broken lights flickered overhead.
People ran.
Curses moved through the chaos.
Mahito smiled.
That same smile.
The one that made people want to hit him on instinct.
Ahead of him—
Naoya, Hakari, Reina, and the others had already turned.
Too late.
Mahito's hand started moving.
"Got y—"
BOOOOM
A fist slammed into Mahito's jaw so hard the sound cracked through the station.
His head snapped sideways violently.
His feet left the ground.
CRAAASH
Mahito skipped across the floor and smashed through a wall.
Dust exploded everywhere.
Silence.
Everyone stared.
Hakari blinked.
"…Oh."
Naoya slowly looked up.
"…Cousin?"
Through the settling dust—
Takeru stood there.
His haori drifting slightly.
Blue eyes glowing.
No smile.
No joke.
Just staring.
Mahito stood back up slowly.
Touched his jaw.
Then smiled wider.
"…Oooh."
Takeru cracked his neck.
"…Hands only."
Mahito blinked.
"…What?"
Takeru pointed at himself.
"No cursed techniques from me."
Mahito's grin widened.
"…You're challenging me?"
Takeru stepped forward.
"No."
He lowered himself into a stance.
"I'm beating you up."
Then both vanished.
THUD
BAM
BOOM
Mahito's hand stretched unnaturally—
trying to grab Takeru's face.
Missed.
Takeru ducked—
HIT
Straight to the ribs.
Mahito's arm split apart into spikes—
Takeru slid beneath them—
HIT
Mahito twisted his body into something unnatural—
extra arms shooting out.
Takeru jumped—
spun—
KICK
Mahito laughed.
"Come on! Use your techniques!"
Takeru didn't answer.
Punch.
Kick.
Slide.
Counter.
Mahito's hands became blades—
Dodge.
Mahito's arm expanded—
Duck.
Mahito lunged—
HIT HIT HIT
Takeru's fists slammed into his face repeatedly.
No cursed techniques.
No copied abilities.
No reality nonsense.
Just fists.
Just kicks.
Just movement.
Yuji stared with wide eyes.
"…They're actually boxing."
Megumi blinked.
"…No."
A pause.
"…Mahito is using nightmare fuel while Takeru is beating him up with martial arts."
Mahito swung again.
His arm warped.
His body shifted.
His technique twisting around him constantly.
Takeru leaned aside—
and their eyes met for half a second.
Mahito's smile faded slightly.
Because Takeru looked completely calm.
And somehow—
that was scarier.