The air didn't just feel unstable anymore.
It felt like reality had lost confidence in itself.
Cracks of cursed energy still lingered where Sukuna's presence had torn through space, but now something else was forming inside that ruin—something structured.
Something deciding to exist properly.
Yuji stumbled back, eyes wide."…That's not a domain…"
Nobara's voice shook slightly."…That's not even a technique anymore."
Megumi's gaze locked forward, sharper than before."…He's building something."
Inside the fractured battlefield—
Takeru's second body fully stabilized.
Not a projection.
Not a shadow construct.
A complete manifestation.
He looked like himself—
but refined.
Sharper jawline. Calmer posture. A presence that didn't hesitate between thought and execution.
And something unsettlingly similar to both Gojo's confidence and Takeru's precision—merged into one unnatural composure.
Even Gojo, watching from the edge of the barrier, went still.
"…Huh."
A pause.
Then his smile slowly faded.
"…Okay. That's new."
Inside Sukuna's control of Takeru's original body—
something shifted.
For the first time, Sukuna didn't immediately speak.
He just stared.
"…That form…"
His voice was quieter now.
Less playful.
More attentive.
"…You separated more than I expected."
The new Takeru lifted his hand slightly.
"…Stability confirmed."
Yuji's eyes widened."…He's talking like a system again…"
Nobara grabbed her head."…WHY IS HE EVEN MORE LIKE THAT NOW?!"
Megumi's expression tightened.
"…Because he removed Sukuna's interference layer from himself."
A pause.
Then Megumi added quietly:
"…That body is only him."
Gojo blinked once.
"…Only him?"
Then he leaned forward slightly.
"…Ohhh, that's bad."
The new Takeru raised both arms forward at a slight upward angle.
Closed fists.
A stance that felt familiar—but wrong in how complete it was.
"…With this treasure, I summon…"
The air cracked.
A shadow expanded violently beneath him.
"…Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General…"
The wheel of Mahoraga manifested instantly.
But something was different.
It didn't feel like a borrowed shikigami anymore.
It felt like a partner system.
Yuji's voice broke slightly."…He summoned it like it's HIS now…"
Megumi's eyes widened slightly."…No binding hesitation…"
"…He's treating it as integrated output."
Nobara whispered."…That's disgusting."
Sukuna, inside the original body, finally spoke again.
But now there was tension in his voice.
"…So you've decided."
The new Takeru didn't respond.
Instead—
he continued.
"…Domain Expansion."
The ground inverted.
Lights of probability systems flickered into existence.
Slot-machine logic.
Pachinko rails.
Reality bending into structured chance.
"…Idle Death Gamble."
Yuji froze."…HE CAN STILL DO THAT?!"
Nobara:"…WHY CAN HE STILL DO THAT?!"
Megumi's voice dropped.
"…Because Hakari's system is still embedded in his copied framework."
The reels spun instantly.
No delay.
No buildup.
Immediate jackpot.
A burst of infinite cursed energy exploded outward.
But it didn't behave like Hakari's.
It stabilized instantly.
Gojo's smile completely disappeared now.
"…That's not how that should work."
The new Takeru exhaled slowly.
"…Infinite output confirmed."
Yuji whispered."…He's stacking systems…"
Nobara:"…He's stacking EVERYTHING…"
Megumi's eyes narrowed sharply.
"…This is no longer technique usage."
"…It's architecture."
Sukuna's voice sharpened inside the original body.
"…Interesting."
A pause.
Then—
"…Show me."
The new Takeru raised both hands again.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
And then—
intertwined his index and middle fingers.
A gesture no one in the field recognized from him.
But everyone recognized in concept.
Gojo's expression changed instantly.
"…Wait."
Yuji turned sharply."…What is THAT?!"
Nobara:"…I don't like that at ALL."
Gojo whispered.
"…No way."
The new Takeru spoke.
Calm.
Absolute.
"…Domain Expansion."
A silence so heavy it felt like pressure.
"…Infinite Void."
The world stopped reacting normally.
Not collapsing.
Not expanding.
Just overwritten.
Gojo took a step forward without realizing it.
"…That's not possible."
His voice was quieter now.
"…That's not just copying."
Inside the domain—
infinite information pressure began forming.
But it didn't target allies.
It didn't spread randomly.
It stabilized around Takeru's control layer.
Megumi's voice broke slightly.
"…He didn't replicate it…"
"…He adapted it into his system structure."
Yuji whispered."…He's using Gojo's technique…"
Nobara:"…GOJO'S TECHNIQUE?!"
Gojo himself was staring now.
Completely still.
"…He shouldn't be able to process that level of infinity."
A pause.
Then, almost incredulously:
"…That's MY brain load."
Inside the domain—
Mahoraga turned its wheel rapidly.
Adapting instantly.
Not struggling.
But learning Infinite Void itself.
Yuji's eyes widened."…Even Mahoraga can adapt that?!"
Megumi's voice dropped.
"…Everything can be adapted."
"…The question is time."
Sukuna's expression inside Takeru's original body had changed.
For the first time—
it wasn't amused.
It wasn't curious.
It was focused.
"…You've become inconvenient."
The new Takeru stepped forward inside the Infinite Void structure.
And then—
he moved.
"…Reversal."
A pause.
Cursed energy inverted.
"…Red."
Space compressed violently.
A destructive pull forming.
"…Amplifier."
Energy reversed again.
"…Blue."
A crushing void of attraction formed.
Yuji shouted."…HE'S DOING BOTH?!"
Nobara:"…THAT'S NOT HOW THAT WORKS!"
Gojo whispered.
"…He's syncing them."
His eyes widened slightly.
"…No… he's synchronizing them in real time…"
The two forces collided in his hands.
"…Mix them together."
A pause.
Then—
absolute silence.
"…Imaginary Technique…"
The energy stabilized.
Perfectly.
Dangerously.
"…Hollow Purple."
A beam of annihilation erupted outward.
Not just destructive.
Concept-erasing.
Even Sukuna's expression shifted slightly.
"…Ah."
For the first time—
a hint of caution.
"…That's closer."
The attack fired.
Mahoraga moved instantly to adapt.
Sukuna inside the other body shifted to observe.
Gojo stepped forward instinctively—
then stopped himself.
"…Don't interrupt that."
His voice was quieter now.
"…I want to see this."
The Hollow Purple collided with everything.
Mahoraga.
Sukuna's influence.
The fractured domain structure.
And for a moment—
everything paused.
Then—
it held.
Yuji whispered."…Did it work…?"
Nobara didn't answer.
She couldn't.
Megumi's voice was barely audible.
"…No…"
"…It's still stabilizing…"
Gojo finally spoke again.
But now his voice had changed.
Less playful.
More… unsettled.
"…He didn't copy me."
A pause.
"…He understood me."
Inside the battlefield—
the new Takeru stood in the aftermath of the clash.
Breathing steady.
Expression calm.
Watching everything reconfigure around him.
Sukuna's voice came softly from the other body.
"…You're starting to make this boring in a different way."
A pause.
Then—
for the first time, something like unease.
"…And I don't like that."
Gojo stared at him.
"…This kid…"
His smile didn't return.
"…is building something that doesn't have a name yet."