The night after Toji's retreat felt heavier than any battle before.
Inside the underground strategy chamber of Tokyo Jujutsu High, the strongest remaining sorcerers gathered.
No one spoke at first.
They all understood now.
Separate fights were useless.
Toji Fushiguro adapted too quickly.
He learned rhythm.
He learned delay.
He learned technique flow.
If they fought him one by one—
They would lose one by one.
Yuta's Proposal
At the center of the room stood
Yuta Okkotsu.
"He retreats when pressured," Yuta said calmly.
"That means he values long-term advantage."
Maki Zenin crossed her arms.
"So we deny him that."
Yuta nodded.
"We trap him."
A silence followed.
Not a simple barrier.
Not a single domain.
A coordinated execution.
The Mass Domain Plan
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