The infirmary at Tokyo Jujutsu High was silent except for the sound of medical equipment humming softly.
On one bed lay Aoi Todo, arm wrapped in thick bandages, ribs heavily supported.
Even unconscious, his expression carried frustration.
"He lost…" a student whispered.
"No," another replied nervously. "He survived."
But survival didn't feel like victory.
A Presence at the Gate
The front barrier trembled.
Not from attack.
From recognition.
A powerful wave of cursed energy rolled across the campus like a tide.
Students looked up.
Teachers stepped outside.
At the main gate stood a young man holding a katana, eyes calm but heavy with purpose.
Yuta Okkotsu had returned.
The air felt different instantly.
Safer.
But also charged.
He had heard everything.
The Zenin massacre.
Todo's defeat.
The Sorcerer Killer moving freely.
Yuta's grip tightened on his sword.
"Where is he?"
The Resolve
Inside the strategy room, Yuji Itadori stood when Yuta entered.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then Yuji broke the silence.
"He's stronger than we thought."
Yuta nodded slowly.
"I know."
He looked at the reports carefully.
No cursed energy traces.
Barriers bypassed.
Elite fighters overwhelmed in seconds.
Yuta's eyes sharpened.
"This isn't just power."
"It's experience."
The Shift in Atmosphere
As Yuta stepped outside, a faint, familiar presence formed behind him.
A whisper.
A shape.
The manifestation of overwhelming cursed power—
Rika.
The air trembled.
Students backed away instinctively.
Yuta closed his eyes briefly.
"I won't let more people die."
He wasn't loud.
He wasn't dramatic.
But the conviction in his voice was absolute.
The Hunter Feels It Again
Far away, walking through an empty industrial district—
Toji Fushiguro paused mid-step.
Wind shifted around him.
This feeling again.
Different from Todo.
Sharper.
Heavier.
Controlled.
Toji's expression changed slightly.
"Someone stronger just arrived."
He adjusted the blade at his side.
For the first time since the war began—
A faint sense of anticipation stirred within him.
Inevitable Collision
Back at Jujutsu High, Yuta looked toward the city skyline.
"Tell me where he was last seen."
Yuji stepped forward immediately.
"I'm coming with you."
Yuta didn't argue.
Because he knew—
This fight wouldn't be short.
And it wouldn't be merciful.
The Sorcerer Killer had been unstoppable so far.
But now—
The strongest special-grade sorcerer of this generation had entered the battlefield.
And the night ahead promised blood.