The air finally felt… still.
Not peaceful.
Just reset.
Like the world had finished buffering after whatever Takeru had done earlier.
Back at the regroup point, everyone had gathered again.
Kashimo stood with his usual sharp focus, arms folded.
Ryu looked like he was already bored of the concept of "planning."
Uro watched everyone like she was deciding whether reality was worth respecting today.
Takeru stepped forward.
No hesitation.
No buildup.
Just straight into it.
"…So I think we have two days or something then we go to Culling games."
A pause.
Then he continued, pointing as he spoke.
"Sendai Colony: Ryu, Reina, Uro, Copy of me, and Yuta."
Ryu raised a hand slightly.
"…That sounds like too many confident people in one place."
Uro clicked her tongue.
"…That sounds like a problem for them, not me."
Yuta just sighed quietly.
"…Yeah, okay."
Takeru kept going.
"Tokyo Colony 1: Me, Yuji, Megumi, Fred, Higaruma, Hana, and Nanami."
Yuji blinked.
"…Why do I feel like that group has emotional damage coordination."
Megumi didn't respond.
Fred slowly wrote something on a clipboard.
Higaruma nodded once like it made legal sense.
Nanami just accepted it with tired resignation.
Takeru pointed again.
"Tokyo Colony 2: Hakari, both Kirara's, copy of me, Aika, Akari, and Raiden."
Hakari immediately grinned.
"…Now THAT sounds profitable."
Aika crossed her arms.
"…Why are there so many copies of you everywhere?"
Takeru shrugged.
"…Efficiency."
Raiden looked unconvinced.
"…That's not efficiency."
Takeru ignored him.
"Sakurajima Colony: Maki, both Sukuna's, copy of me."
Silence.
Maki exhaled through her nose.
"…Why does that sound like a disaster waiting to happen."
Both Sukuna variants spoke at the same time.
Ryomen Sukuna
"…It is."
"…It is."
Takeru clapped once.
"All others may choose where they go."
A pause.
"So like… everyone else here, come wherever you want."
Yuji slowly raised a hand.
"…That is the most dangerous version of 'group project' I've ever heard."
Megumi muttered.
"…And I hate that it somehow works."
Higaruma adjusted his glasses.
"…At least the structure is clear."
Fred raised a final note on his clipboard:
"Colony distribution complete: probability of controlled chaos extremely low."
Takeru looked around at everyone one last time.
"…Alright."
"…We move in two days."
And for once—
no one argued.