The card game was still technically ongoing.
Nobody had actually agreed to stop.
That was part of the problem.
Mahito was still somewhere in the distance—
or what remained of him.
BOOM
CRASH
Then—
Takeru stood up.
Slow.
Calm.
Like he had finally decided the match was over.
Yuji blinked.
"…Where are you going?"
Takeru didn't answer.
He just walked forward.
Straight into the chaos.
Mahito turned just in time to see him.
Barely holding himself together.
Laughing anyway.
"…You're still doing that card thing, right?"
Takeru stopped in front of him.
"…No."
One step.
Then—
a punch.
It went straight through Mahito's chest.
No technique.
No domain.
Just raw force and timing.
Mahito froze.
His body destabilized instantly.
"…Oh."
Then he dropped.
Silence.
The Mahoraga variants behind him stopped moving at the same time.
Like strings had been cut.
One by one—
they vanished.
The station finally felt empty again.
Yuji stared.
"…That's it?"
Megumi frowned.
"…That's probably not 'it.'"
Hakari sat back down slowly.
"…I was winning the game."
Nanami adjusted his glasses.
"…That was not a game."
Higaruma exhaled.
"…I need a new definition of 'rules.'"
Takeru turned back to the group.
Hands in pockets.
Like nothing happened.
"…So."
A pause.
"…Let's go back to jujutsu high before the culling games, eh?"
Silence.
Yuji slowly raised a hand.
"…Can we sleep first?"
Megumi nodded immediately.
"…Yes."
Hakari leaned back.
"…Please."
Nanami didn't even respond.
He just finished his coffee.
Fred, somewhere in the rubble, held up a final sign:
"Phase complete: chaos temporarily archived."