The training hall was quieter than usual. Dust from the earlier battles swirled in lazy spirals in the shafts of afternoon sunlight. Takeru still sat with his sunglasses in hand, the glow of his Six Eyes faint but ever-present, illuminating subtle blue flecks in his hair.
Gojo leaned against the wall, blindfold slightly shifted, fingers tapping his chin. His usual grin was gone, replaced by something more rare: thoughtfulness.
"So… we're brothers," Gojo muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "Not metaphorically. Literally. The same bloodline, same Six Eyes. Wow… that's… wow."
Takeru exhaled slowly. "…I never knew. Not even a hint."
Gojo's expression softened slightly. "Neither did I. But now that I know… we have to think bigger. Much bigger."
Yuji shifted nervously nearby. "…Bigger how?"
Gojo waved a hand, pacing slowly. "Everything. Your training. Your awareness. Even how we fight together. The Six Eyes aren't just eyes—they're a lens into cursed energy itself. You and I, together… there's almost no limit."
Takeru's eyes narrowed, glowing softly as he absorbed the weight of it. "And Sukuna?"
Sukuna's voice murmured from Takeru's cheek, amused. "Oh… very interesting. Blood of Gojo… twin potential. This will make things… entertaining."
Gojo blinked, then grinned sharply. "…Great. That guy's enjoying this way too much. But fine. If he wants to play, we can play smarter."
The conversation shifted. The tone became tactical. Gojo spread his arms, gesturing toward the forest beyond the training hall. "Let's talk objectives. Fingers stolen. Death Painting Wombs—gone. Our priority isn't just surviving anymore; it's retrieval."
Takeru's glowing eyes scanned the horizon. "…We need intel first. Mahito, Pseudo-Geto… they won't just wait for us. We need to anticipate, not react."
Gojo chuckled softly. "Look at you, already thinking like a strategist. This is why I like you. Blood of the Six Eyes or not… you've got brains."
Yuji shook his head. "Wait, so the two of you are gonna plan and I'm just—?"
Todo grinned from a corner. "You're the chaos. Always the chaos. That's your job, Yuji."
Takeru finally exhaled, lowering his hand slightly from his face, though the sunglasses were still nearby. "…Being brothers… it changes things. Not just how I fight, but… what I fight for."
Gojo nodded, tone softening. "…Exactly. It's not just a technique anymore. It's legacy. Family. Responsibility. And you… we'll make sure you don't waste it."
Sukuna purred softly. "Oh… yes. Don't waste it. The fun is just beginning."
The group fell silent for a beat, each considering the weight of what had just been revealed: bloodlines, immense potential, and a dangerous enemy holding six of Sukuna's fingers and the Death Painting Wombs.
Then Gojo's grin returned, sharp and chaotic as ever. "Alright, boys. Let's plan. Let's train. Let's make sure the next time they think they've won… they won't."
Takeru's fingers hovered over his sunglasses once more. Slowly… deliberately… he brought them closer to his face.
And the chapter ended, the weight of bloodlines and strategy settling heavily over them.