Although the old woman's séance technique had been interrupted—
The presence lingering in the grandson's body had not completely vanished.
The boy's body, crushed earlier, twitched violently.
Muscles bulged unnaturally beneath torn clothing.
Black vein-like markings crawled across his skin like living parasites.
"Still not finished?"
Yagami Sora frowned.
He could feel it clearly.
A powerful will was rewriting the body's information.
Overriding everything.
That will belonged to Toji Fushiguro.
Even though the séance ritual had been interrupted—
The physical data of Toji's body was far too dominant.
It had overwhelmed the old woman's control completely.
The resurrected instinct of the Heavenly Restricted monster had devoured the summoner's will.
"Since you're already here…"
Sora kicked the twitching body lightly.
"Stop pretending."
"Come out, Toji Fushiguro."
BOOM.
A violent shockwave erupted outward.
Pure physical power.
No cursed energy.
The boy's eyes snapped open.
Gone was the dull emptiness.
Replaced by the feral gaze of a predator.
He slowly stood up.
Rolling his neck.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
The sound of joints popping echoed across the rooftop.
"…You again."
The resurrected man's voice was hoarse.
Mocking.
"How do I keep running into you, brat?"
"Didn't the beating last time teach you anything?"
"That's my line."
Yagami Sora sneered.
"The one who beat you into the ground last time…"
"…was me."
"Is that so?"
Toji smiled lazily.
"That was because I held back."
He flexed his fingers.
Examining the body he now occupied.
"This body's a little fragile."
"But the advantage…"
"It doesn't feel pain."
"Let's try again."
BOOM.
The rooftop exploded beneath his feet.
Fragments of concrete shot outward.
Toji vanished.
Not truly vanished—
Just too fast to see.
A sonic boom cracked through the air.
The next moment—
He was already in front of Sora.
A simple straight punch.
But devastatingly precise.
BANG.
The air detonated around the fist.
A white shockwave formed instantly.
Even in a borrowed body—
Toji's combat instincts remained terrifying.
But Sora was faster.
His eyes calmly tracked the incoming attack.
"Vector Manipulation — Reflection."
THUD.
The impact sounded like two trains colliding.
Toji's fist stopped three centimeters from Sora's face.
Frozen.
Then—
The reflected force surged backward.
CRACK.
The borrowed arm shattered instantly.
Toji's body flew backward.
Sliding dozens of meters before stopping.
"Just as I thought…"
Toji flicked the broken arm casually.
Despite the damage—
The body began regenerating through cursed energy.
"This body's too weak."
"It can't even display one-tenth of my real strength."
Then—
His gaze shifted.
Toward Megumi Fushiguro.
Something changed in his eyes.
The murderous intent vanished.
Replaced by something complicated.
Surprise.
Relief.
And a clumsy hint of tenderness.
"Hey."
Toji spoke suddenly.
"Your name."
Megumi frowned.
"…What?"
"I asked your name."
"…Fushiguro."
Megumi replied cautiously.
Toji froze.
"Not Zenin…"
He muttered softly.
A faint smile appeared.
"…Good."
He looked away.
"That's all I needed to know."
He turned back toward Sora.
The killing intent in his eyes faded.
"Since I can't beat you…"
"Then that's that."
"I'm just a ghost dragged back from the grave."
"I have no interest in being someone's puppet."
"But before I disappear…"
He pointed at his head.
"Watch out for the brain inside Geto's body."
"Kenjaku."
"That thing…"
"…is far worse than me."
Without hesitation—
Toji picked up a broken blade from the ground.
Then stabbed it straight into his own head.
THUD.
Blood sprayed across the rooftop.
"This body runs on cursed energy."
"So I'll end it myself."
"I hate being controlled."
"Even if it means dying."
The body collapsed.
Rapidly shrinking.
Soon—
It returned to the frail form of the old woman's grandson.
Toji's soul lingered for only a brief moment.
Then disappeared completely.
Like thunder fading into the distance.
"A ruthless man…"
Sora sighed quietly.
Looking at the corpse.
He understood why Toji chose suicide.
Megumi stood right in front of him.
His own son.
Rather than risk harming him—
Toji chose to end himself.
"What a twisted kind of fatherly love."
Sora looked toward Megumi.
"You had an incredible father."
Megumi stared silently at the corpse.
Confused.
Uneasy.
"…What?"
"Nothing."
Sora patted his shoulder.
"You'll understand someday."
"Let's move."
"We still have something more important to do."
As they walked through the ruined streets—
The cold wind carried the smell of blood and smoke.
Suddenly—
Sora stopped.
A faint presence brushed against the system core inside his chest.
Like a distant breeze.
From another world.
[Unknown interference detected…]
[Code fragment — vect — protect — α_line_core]
[Analyzing…]
[Analysis complete.]
[Causal echo from α timeline detected]
[White Wing Unlock Progress: 30% → 65%]
[New Ability Unlocked]
Curse Power Erosion Neutralization (Beginner)
Sora froze.
The α timeline.
The world he had once saved.
In that world—
Gojo and Geto remained friends.
Riko Amanai survived.
Another version of himself lived a full life.
And now—
Across twenty years and two timelines—
That version of him had left behind a fragment of protection.
Not for destruction.
Not for killing.
But to protect.
"…Thanks."
Sora whispered softly.
He looked toward Shibuya Station.
Where Gojo Satoru was still fighting.
Where the Prison Realm waited in the darkness.
But this time—
He had a new trump card.
Not for killing.
But for saving people.
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