The house didn't feel cursed.
That was the first strange thing.
It felt… ordinary.
Too ordinary for what it represented.
They stood outside for a moment.
No one rushed forward this time.
Even Hakari stayed quiet.
Even Ryu didn't joke.
Takeru stepped up first and knocked.
A pause.
"…Hello?"
The voice came from inside.
Calm.
Familiar.
Wrong in a way that made Megumi's expression tighten instantly.
Takeru answered evenly.
"…Can we come in?"
Another pause.
Then—
"…Why yes, you can."
The door opened.
And Kenjaku stood there wearing Geto's body like it belonged to him.
Relaxed posture.
Soft smile.
Eyes that didn't belong.
Yuji stiffened immediately.
"…That's not—"
Choso's hand tightened.
"…Geto…"
Gojo didn't move.
But his expression cooled instantly.
Hakari muttered.
"…Yeah, I don't like that."
Uro's eyes narrowed.
"…Possession…"
Kashimo tilted his head slightly.
"…So that's the parasite…"
Yuta's hand shifted slightly, ready but not acting.
Takeru didn't hesitate.
He walked forward.
Right into the house.
Right into the space between them.
Kenjaku tilted his head slightly.
"…Ah. You must be—"
He didn't finish.
Because Takeru hit him.
It wasn't flashy.
It wasn't a technique display.
It was just a straight, brutal smack of cursed energy and force that landed with terrifying precision.
The impact echoed through the room.
For a split second—
everything stopped.
Then—
Kenjaku's expression fractured.
Not emotionally.
Structurally.
The cursed presence destabilized instantly.
And Geto's body—
rejected him.
A violent separation of intent and vessel.
Kenjaku was forced out.
Like something that no longer had permission to exist there.
The air snapped back into place.
Geto collapsed slightly—
then caught himself.
Breathing.
Present.
Real.
Silence.
Yuji blinked.
"…What just—"
Hakari leaned forward.
"…Did he just punch the possession out?"
Ryu let out a low whistle.
"…That's one way to fix it."
Uro stared.
"…That level of disruption…"
Kashimo smirked faintly.
"…Interesting output."
Yuta exhaled slowly.
"…He forced separation…"
Choso didn't speak.
But his posture eased slightly.
Gojo's gaze stayed on Geto.
For a long moment.
Geto looked down at his hands.
Then slowly lifted his head.
"…Satoru…"
Gojo didn't answer immediately.
Geto's expression shifted.
Not confused.
Not lost.
Just… aware.
"…I remember."
A pause.
"…Everything."
Silence settled again.
But it wasn't heavy this time.
It was different.
Like something had been returned to its proper place.
Geto exhaled slowly.
Then spoke again.
"…My beliefs…"
A pause.
"…They were wrong."
He looked at Gojo directly.
"…You were right."
Gojo didn't smile.
But something in his eyes softened slightly.
Takeru stood back now, watching without interfering.
Like confirming the result of a calculation.
Geto continued quietly.
"…We wanted a world worth saving."
A pause.
"…But I tried to rebuild it through destruction."
He shook his head slightly.
"…That was never the answer."
Yuji lowered his gaze slightly.
Megumi stayed still.
Hana watched quietly.
Choso didn't move.
Geto exhaled.
Then, more steady now—
"…I'll stand where I should have before."
A pause.
"…Not against you."
He looked at Gojo again.
"…With you."
Silence.
Gojo finally exhaled.
A small, almost invisible shift in his posture.
"…You're late."
A pause.
Then—
"…But I'll allow it."
Hakari muttered.
"…That's actually kind of insane."
Ryu grinned slightly.
"…That punch fixed history."
Uro looked away slightly.
"…Disturbing efficiency…"
Kashimo's grin returned faintly.
"…I like this one."
Takeru finally spoke.
Calm.
Simple.
"…Good."
And for the first time in a long time—
the past didn't feel like it was still bleeding into the present.
It felt like it had finally been answered.