Shibuya Station cracked apart from the fight.
Mahito laughed.
Takeru moved.
Mahito moved.
Punch.
Kick.
Dodge.
Counter.
Then—
Takeru's eyes widened.
"…WAIT—"
Mahito suddenly twisted his body.
His arm stretched—
longer.
Longer.
Longer.
Past Takeru.
Past the fight.
Straight toward the others.
Naoya's eyes widened.
"MOVE!"
Projection Sorcery activated instantly.
People blurred away.
Hakari.
Reina.
Others.
But not all of them.
Younger Hakari—
and two others—
weren't fast enough.
Mahito's hand wrapped around them.
Silence.
Everything stopped.
Naoya landed nearby breathing hard.
Sweat dripping down his face.
"…No…"
Takeru stood still.
Completely still.
Mahito smiled.
"…Oops."
Nothing happened for a second.
Then—
BOOOOOM
A barrier exploded upward around them.
Only two people were inside.
Mahito.
Takeru.
Outside—
everyone slammed against the invisible wall.
Yuji hit it.
"TAKERU!"
Megumi tried immediately.
Nothing.
Sukuna narrowed his eyes.
"…He isolated it."
Inside—
Mahito tilted his head.
"…Aw."
Takeru slowly raised his head.
No smile.
No anger.
No expression at all.
"…You had one job."
The air changed.
Then—
everything happened.
Darkness.
Light.
Pressure.
A massive shape appeared.
Rika.
Cursed spirits flooded out around him.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
Shrieking.
Space itself split apart.
Malevolent Shrine.
Slashes flooded everything.
The station vanished.
Walls disappeared.
Concrete became dust.
Then—
the scenery changed.
An endless space.
Information.
Thought.
Everything.
Infinite Void.
Mahito's eyes widened.
Then—
another shift.
A courtroom.
A hammer.
Judgment.
Deadly Sentencing.
Guilty.
Then—
slashes crossed reality itself.
World Cutting Slash.
One.
Ten.
Hundreds.
Everything Takeru had.
Everything copied.
Everything learned.
Everything.
Cursed spirits.
Domains.
Techniques.
Power.
Everything crashed into Mahito.
BOOOOOOOOOOM
Outside the barrier—
nobody could even see anymore.
Only light.
Only destruction.
Yuji stared.
"…What is happening…"
Megumi looked pale.
"…Everything."
Then—
silence.
The barrier shattered.
Dust drifted.
Smoke rose.
Takeru stood there breathing heavily.
His eyes widened.
Because across from him—
Mahito was still standing.
Damaged.
Destroyed.
Regenerating.
Barely held together.
But smiling.
Shaking.
Laughing.
"…That…"
cough
"…hurt…"
Takeru stared.
Mahito looked up.
Blood running down his face.
"…But…"
He smiled wider.
"…I'm still here."
For the first time—
Takeru's eyes narrowed.
"…Seriously?"