The chaos hadn't even cooled.
Utahime was still mid-argument with both Gojos.
Hakari was trying to start bets on who'd get hit next.
Takaba was reenacting the dropkick in slow motion.
Then—
the air bent.
Not playfully.
Not like earlier.
Heavy.
Wrong.
A pressure settled over the courtyard.
Sharp.
Oppressive.
Ancient.
The laughter died instantly.
A tear opened in the sky above the training grounds.
Black.
Jagged.
Something stepped through.
A Special Grade.
Its form twisted between shapes.
Too many limbs.
Too many faces.
Too much presence.
The ground cracked just from it existing.
Young sorcerers froze.
Even some of the stronger ones stiffened.
Young Gojo's eyes sharpened.
"…Finally."
Geto stepped forward slightly.
"…Everyone back."
Kashimo grinned.
"…About time."
Ryu cracked his neck.
"…Dessert?"
Yuji clenched his fists.
Megumi summoned shadows instinctively.
Yuta's cursed energy flared.
But before anyone moved—
Takeru sighed.
"…Seriously?"
He stepped forward.
Rolling his shoulders like this was an interruption.
Not a threat.
"…We were in the middle of something."
The curse screeched.
Reality warped around it.
Power built.
Young Gojo leaned forward.
Watching.
Curious.
"…You got this?"
Takeru didn't look back.
"…Yeah."
A pause.
"…I don't feel like ending the fun early."
He raised one hand.
Casually.
Almost lazily.
Two forces began to gather.
Blue.
Red.
Opposites.
Pulling.
Colliding.
Young Gojo's eyes widened slightly.
"…Wait."
Geto noticed too.
"…That's—"
The energy compressed.
Folded inward.
Unstable.
Perfect.
Takeru didn't chant.
Didn't hesitate.
Didn't explain.
He just aimed.
"…Move."
The Special Grade barely reacted—
Too late.
Hollow Purple.
A beam of absolute annihilation tore through the courtyard.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
Just final.
It erased everything in its path.
The curse—
gone.
No resistance.
No regeneration.
No remains.
The beam carved far into the distance before fading.
Leaving silence behind.
Wind returned.
Light returned.
Reality stitched itself back together.
No one spoke.
Young Gojo stared.
Frozen.
Processing something he hadn't reached yet.
"…That's…"
Geto looked at Takeru differently now.
"…So that's the peak."
Kashimo grinned wider than ever.
"…Now that's worth fighting."
Ryu laughed.
"…Perfect dessert."
Higuruma adjusted his tie slowly.
"…Instant execution."
Nanami exhaled.
"…Efficient."
Yuji blinked.
"…It just… disappeared…"
Megumi stared at the space where it had been.
"…No trace…"
Takeru lowered his hand.
Turned back.
"…Anyway."
A pause.
"…Where were we?"
Utahime pointed at him instantly.
"…YOU."
Both Gojos jumped back into position.
"…ROUND TWO!"
And just like that—
the world went from impossible power—
back to complete nonsense.