The microphone spun through the air like judgment itself.
Straight at Takeru's face.
Everyone watched.
No one intervened.
Some wanted to see what happened.
THWACK.
Direct hit.
Takeru's head snapped back—
Then somehow his whole body flickered.
He slid backward several feet across the courtyard like reality skipped a frame.
He blinked.
Looked around.
Then pointed dramatically.
"…Deja Vu!"
Silence.
Young Gojo doubled over laughing first.
"…WHY DID YOU MOVE LIKE THAT!?"
Older Gojo was on the ground already.
"…HE GOT HIT INTO ANOTHER TIMELINE!"
Takaba grabbed a mic instantly.
"…Replay! Replay!"
Utahime, still seething, took one step forward.
"…Stand still so I can hit you again."
Takeru squinted at her.
Then leaned forward like a sprinter.
"…Deja Vu."
Megumi's eyes narrowed.
"…No."
Yuji recognized danger immediately.
"…Oh no."
And then—
Takeru ran.
Fast.
Way too fast.
Straight at Utahime.
She raised a fist.
Too late.
Takeru leapt.
Twisted in midair.
And delivered a flying dropkick with absurd precision.
WHAM!
Utahime was launched backward into a pile of cushions and two speakers.
One speaker tipped over dramatically.
Feedback shrieked.
Takeru landed in a crouch.
Hair blowing somehow.
Then pointed at the sky.
"…DEJA VU!"
The courtyard exploded.
Hakari was screaming laughing.
Kirara had to sit down.
Panda rolled on the grass.
Nobara was crying tears of joy.
Maki just shook her head.
Young Nanami stared blankly.
"…I no longer understand cause and effect."
Higuruma adjusted his tie.
"…This is assault."
Takaba grabbed a microphone.
"…Counterpoint: comedy."
Ryu applauded slowly.
"…Flavorful."
Kashimo smirked.
"…I respect violence with style."
Geto walked over to Utahime's crash site.
Looked down.
"…You alive?"
From beneath the cushions:
"…No."
Shoko took a sip of coffee.
"…She'll live."
Both Gojos were completely useless, laughing against each other for support.
Young Gojo pointed at Takeru.
"…Brother! Again!"
Older Gojo nodded through tears.
"…Encore! Encore!"
Utahime rose from the wreckage like vengeance incarnate.
Hair ruined.
Face red.
Speaker wire wrapped around one arm.
"…TAKERU."
He took one careful step backward.
"…Uh…"
Then quietly:
"…Deja Vu?"
She charged.
Everyone scattered instantly.
The morning became violence again.