Shibuya Tower C — Rooftop
A violent wind swept across the rooftop.
Neon lights flickered in the distance, casting eerie colors over the dark skyline of Shibuya.
In the middle of the rooftop—
Takuma Ino was locked in a desperate fight.
His opponents were two experienced curse users.
One was an old woman who used a séance technique to summon the spirit of her dead grandson into a living vessel.
The other was a middle-aged man skilled at manipulating multiple shikigami.
"Auspicious Beast Summon — Kaichi!"
Ino shouted.
A horned spiritual beast formed from cursed energy surged forward.
The creature charged toward the curse users like a raging unicorn.
"Too naive, brat."
The shikigami user sneered.
His fingers twitched.
From the darkness—
Several bat-shaped shikigami burst forward.
They swarmed the spirit beast instantly.
Claws tore into its body.
Cursed energy splashed through the air.
At the same time—
The possessed "grandson" rushed forward like a rampaging tank.
"Ghh!"
Ino crossed his arms to block.
BOOM!
The impact sent him flying across the rooftop.
He slammed into the concrete railing.
Cracks spread across the barrier as chunks of debris scattered.
"Damn it…"
Ino wiped blood from his mouth.
His signature knit hat had already fallen off.
His body was covered in cuts.
His cursed energy reserves were draining rapidly.
"These two…"
He gritted his teeth.
"Their teamwork is too good!"
"Ino-senpai! Watch out!"
Megumi Fushiguro formed a hand sign instantly.
"Nue!"
A massive winged shikigami descended from above.
Lightning crackled around its body.
Nue slammed down between Ino and the charging enemy.
Electricity forced the possessed "grandson" backward.
"Thanks, Fushiguro!"
Ino gasped.
But his expression remained tense.
"This won't last."
"Our cursed energy is running low…"
"And Nanami-san entrusted this location to me."
"I can't fail here."
Megumi's gaze sharpened.
"Then we finish this quickly."
His hands prepared another summoning gesture.
But the enemy curse users only laughed.
"Too late."
The shikigami user sneered.
"Our mission isn't to kill you."
"Only to stall you."
"Once the curtain below finishes its activation…"
"And Gojo Satoru is sealed…"
"You'll all be helpless."
"Seal Gojo-sensei?"
Ino roared.
"Keep dreaming!"
He prepared to invoke another technique.
"Auspicious Beast Summon — Kirin—"
Then—
The entire rooftop suddenly fell silent.
The wind stopped.
The air froze.
A crushing presence descended from above.
Not cursed energy.
Not malice.
Pure overwhelming mass.
It felt like a mountain had suddenly appeared above their heads.
Pressing down on their lungs.
Crushing their hearts.
Even the curse users froze.
"…What is that?"
Slowly—
They looked upward.
And saw him.
Standing atop the rooftop's tallest lightning rod.
Yagami Sora.
Wind whipped his coat violently.
In his hand—
A half-finished can of coffee.
His relaxed posture looked completely out of place in the battlefield.
Like someone enjoying the view from a balcony.
"Good evening."
He shook the coffee can casually.
The liquid sloshed inside.
"The view from here is nice."
"Mind if I join the fight?"
The curse users saw his face clearly.
Moonlight illuminated it.
Their hearts stopped.
"Y-Yagami Sora?!"
The shikigami user's voice trembled.
"The White Reaper?!"
"Why is he here?!"
On the black-market bounty lists circulating among curse users—
One name was written in blood-red letters.
Yagami Sora — EXTREMELY DANGEROUS
A sorcerer responsible for the deaths of countless curse users.
Even powerful cursed spirits had fallen to him.
"Run!"
The old woman reacted instantly.
She grabbed her grandson and sprinted toward the rooftop edge.
Preparing to jump to another building.
Fighting that monster would be suicide.
"Do you really think you can escape?"
Sora finished the last sip of coffee.
His eyes were calm.
Completely indifferent.
He raised one hand.
Then clenched his fingers.
"Vector Manipulation — Air Cage."
CRUNCH.
The empty coffee can collapsed instantly in his palm.
At the same time—
The air surrounding the fleeing curse users solidified.
The atmosphere compressed into invisible walls.
Harder than steel.
Then—
It began to shrink.
"Ugh—!!"
"AAAH!!"
The two curse users froze mid-air.
Their limbs twisted violently.
Invisible pressure crushed their bones.
Their eyes bulged from the strain.
"If I wanted…"
Sora said calmly.
"I could increase the air density around you ten thousand times."
"And crush your bodies flat."
"Along with your souls."
"P-please…"
The old woman gasped.
Her face turning purple.
"We only did this for money…"
"Spare us…"
"Spare you?"
Sora tilted his head slightly.
A faint smile appeared.
"When you were attacking Ino-senpai…"
"Did you think about sparing him?"
"And besides…"
He shrugged lightly.
"I hate it when people interrupt my coffee break."
"Goodbye."
Sora snapped his fingers.
Snap.
The air cage compressed violently.
BANG. BANG.
Two dull impacts echoed across the rooftop.
The curse users collapsed instantly.
Their bones shattered.
Bodies limp.
They landed in front of Ino like discarded dolls.
"Done."
Sora clapped his hands lightly.
"Are you alright, Ino-senpai?"
"I-I'm fine…"
Ino stared at the unconscious enemies.
Completely dumbfounded.
They had pushed him to his limit.
Cornered him.
And yet—
Sora defeated them in less than ten seconds.
"This…"
Ino swallowed.
"…is Special Grade power?"
It felt like witnessing a completely different dimension of combat.
Megumi lowered his stance.
Still wary.
"Why are you here, Sora?"
"Just passing by."
Sora replied casually.
"Cleaning up some trash."
He pointed toward the streets below.
"Most of the small fry down there are gone."
"Now we should go help that idiot teacher."
"Gojo-sensei?"
"Yeah."
Sora's expression finally turned serious.
He looked toward Shibuya Station.
The cursed energy fluctuations there had become extremely strange.
Unstable.
Distorted.
"I have a bad feeling."
"That Prison Realm…"
"…might already be activated."
Megumi and Ino both froze.
If Gojo Satoru were truly sealed—
The balance of the entire jujutsu world would collapse.
Curses.
Curse users.
Chaos.
Everything would spiral out of control.
"Let's move."
Sora launched forward first.
The air behind him exploded.
His body shot forward like a cannon.
"No matter what happens…"
"We have to save that idiot."
"After all…"
"We're students of Tokyo Jujutsu High."
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