The first one to break the hug was Shoko.
She slowly peeled herself out of the pile of arms and shoulders, rubbing the back of her neck with a tired sigh.
"Alright," she muttered, already turning away. "That's enough emotional bonding for today. I'm going home."
Honestly, very understandable.
If anyone else had broken the hug first, we would have immediately started bullying them for ruining the moment.
But this was Shoko.
She had just helped save someone's life and spent the last hour performing an extremely delicate Reverse Cursed Technique.
She did the most healing, followed by Yuta, then me.
She gets a free pass.
One by one, the rest of us loosened the hug and stepped back.
Megumi and Tsumiki were still holding onto each other, though now they looked slightly embarrassed after realizing everyone had been watching them.
Gojo stretched his arms lazily.
"Well," he said, "that was wholesome. Let's head back."
So we started walking.
Tokyo's streets were quiet at that hour. The air was warm, carrying the faint hum of the city in the distance. Neon lights flickered along the roads, reflecting faintly on the pavement.
For a moment, everything felt… peaceful.
We walked together, talking quietly. Yuji was asking Tsumiki if she felt alright, while Megumi hovered nearby like a nervous guard dog.
I glanced around at everyone.
After everything that had happened…
This moment felt strangely normal.
Then suddenly, Gojo stopped.
His movement was so abrupt that several of us nearly bumped into him.
He tilted his head slightly, looking toward the distance.
He removed the sunglasses he was wearing.
His expression had changed.
The lazy smile was gone.
Instead, there was something sharper in his eyes.
We all stopped as well.
"What is it?" Yuki asked.
Gojo kept staring ahead.
Then he chuckled quietly.
"…Looks like someone wants to talk to me."
He turned his head slightly toward us.
"You guys go ahead."
None of us moved.
That was when something came flying through the air.
FAST.
It slammed into the street ahead of us with a thunderous crash, cracking the asphalt.
Dust and debris scattered.
When the smoke cleared, a man slowly straightened from the impact crater.
Blue hair. Black Facial tattoos.
A black-and-white kimono draped over his tall frame.
My stomach dropped.
Sukuna.
But not in Yuji's body.
This was his new vessel.
He stared at Gojo for a long moment.
Then his gaze slowly drifted across the rest of us.
His lips curled into a grin.
"Do you still remember?" Sukuna asked.
His voice was calm, but it carried a heavy, suffocating pressure.
Before anyone could respond, three more figures landed behind him.
Uraume. Kenjaku.
And Uro.
She had only one arm left.
Her expression was hollow.
But when her eyes landed on Yuta, pure hatred filled them.
Just a day ago, Kenjaku had attacked her.
He forced her into a slavery binding vow.
She had resisted. She had fought.
But Kenjaku's cursed spirits had tortured her relentlessly, never letting her die, never letting her escape.
Eventually, she gave in.
Now she stood beside Sukuna.
Forced to fight for Kenjaku.
It was complicated.
Sukuna had destroyed her clan centuries ago.
But that same clan had framed her and ordered her execution.
She hated them. She hated Sukuna. She hated Kenjaku. She hated Yuta
And most of all, she hated her situation.
Sukuna didn't care about any of that.
His eyes were locked on Gojo.
Without another word—
He jumped.
Gojo moved at the exact same moment.
Both of them launched into the air.
Their fists collided midair with a shockwave that cracked nearby windows.
And instantly—
They were trading blows.
Hand-to-hand combat at impossible speeds.
Sukuna's Domain Amplification was active, allowing him to bypass Gojo's Infinity.
Punches. Kicks. Counterattacks.
Each strike distorted the air around them.
This Sukuna was still incomplete.
Only nineteen fingers.
He hadn't consumed the final finger yet.
Nor his mummified body.
Still, He was Sukuna.
Meanwhile, the rest of us turned toward the remaining enemies.
Kenjaku. Uraume. Uro.
Our side had:
Yuki. Yuta. Megumi. Yuji. And me.
I leaned closer to Megumi.
"Take Shoko and Tsumiki back," I whispered. "Alert everyone else."
Megumi nodded instantly.
They began moving—
But Uraume raised her hand.
Ice surged forward like a tidal wave.
I reacted instantly.
Flames erupted from my palms. Ice and flame crashed into each other, and the flames won,
At the same moment—
Yuki had already summoned Garuda.
The shigikami floated around her body like a living weapon.
Yuki then channeled her cursed energy, and then she kicked Garuda forward with her full strength.
The cursed spirit shot across the battlefield like a meteor.
CRASH.
It slammed into Kenjaku's summoned curse—Ganesha.
The special-grade spirit barely lasted a second before it disintegrated into dust.
Kenjaku's eyes widened slightly. But before he could react
Yuta appeared beside him. Kenjaku jumped backward immediately, creating distance.
Uro moved at the same moment.
Space twisted. Yuta's body suddenly launched several kilometers away like he'd been thrown by an invisible hand.
Kenjaku calmly summoned another cursed spirit.
This one was familiar to me...
It looked like a very tall and thin man in a black business suit, but his arms and legs were unnaturally long, and he had a white mask covering his face. He had several tentacles behind his back.
Imaginary Cursed Spirit Slenderman... I murmured when I noticed it.
Yuki didn't hesitate.
She rushed straight toward Kenjaku.
Meanwhile, Yuji and I charged toward Uraume.
I summoned a ring of blazing swords behind me.
With a flick of my hand—
They shot forward. Uraume created walls of ice to block them.
But my flames burned hotter.
The swords pierced through the ice and exploded around her.
She tried to retreat but Yuji was already behind her.
His fist slammed into her face.
Uraume skidded several meters across the street.
For a moment, I glanced around the battlefield.
The fights had already separated.
Yuta vs Uro.
Yuki vs Kenjaku and two special-grade curses.
Gojo vs Sukuna.
Yuji and I vs Uraume.
I sighed under my breath.
"…How did this even happen?"
Kenjaku's POV Before:
I was sitting in our bunker when my insider agent contacted me.
His voice trembled slightly as he reported the movements of Jujutsu High's forces.
I checked the location.
Interesting. Very interesting.
"They're moving toward Yorozu," I murmured.
I was avoiding her. I didn't want to have her meet Sukuna yet.
If she did that, I would lose a potential ally, as Sukuna would just kill her.
I knew she would fight Sukuna to death... She wants to tame Sukuna after all.
Them moving like that meant they had discovered her identity.
Perfect.
A slow smile spread across my face.
"This is the perfect opportunity."
If we crushed them here—
Everything would accelerate.
The merger. The chaos.
The culmination of thousands of years of planning.
And if we lost?
Kenjaku shrugged lightly.
"Well… I'll simply wait another few hundred years."
Time meant very little to someone like me.
Still… There was something I wanted very badly.
Ikuyo Kita.
Her body.
Her cursed technique.
That divination-cursed technique my agent reported...
The power to glimpse the future.
"Oh," Kenjaku whispered.
"How wonderful that would be."
I stood immediately and walked toward Sukuna.
He was resting lazily when I told him what was happening.
The moment he heard the name Gojo, he grinned.
Excitement filled the air.
So we moved.
Straight toward them.
Straight toward the battle.
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End of battle.