Morning came quietly.
Too quietly.
Takeru opened his eyes first.
Something felt… off.
Yuji stretched nearby.
"…Why do I feel like today's gonna suck?"
Megumi was already awake.
"…Because it is."
Nobara groaned.
"…Can we not start the day like that?"
Takeru sat up.
Still.
Thinking.
"…We prepare."
7:00 PM — Shibuya
Night fell.
Halloween.
Crowds filled the streets—costumes, lights, noise.
Normal.
Then—
it wasn't.
A curtain dropped.
Massive.
Dark.
Enclosing the entire Shibuya ward.
Screams followed.
Civilians panicked as transfigured humans began attacking.
Bodies twisted.
Voices distorted.
And then—
the chanting began.
"Bring Satoru Gojo!"
"Bring Satoru Gojo!"
"Bring Satoru Gojo!"
Over.
And over.
And over.
Jujutsu Headquarters
Alarms.
Reports flooding in.
"…Large-scale barrier confirmed."
"…Civilians trapped."
"…Disaster Curse activity detected."
Silence fell in the command room.
"…They're calling for Gojo specifically."
A pause.
"…Deploy him."
No debate.
No hesitation.
"…Alone."
Outside the Curtain
Sorcerers gathered.
Split into teams.
Yuji clenched his fists.
"…We're not going in?"
Nanami stood beside him.
Calm.
"…We support from outside."
Mei Mei crossed her arms.
"…Perimeter control."
Takeru stood still.
Watching the barrier.
"…It's a trap."
Megumi nodded.
"…Yeah."
Nobara frowned.
"…And we're letting him walk into it?"
No one answered.
8:31 PM — Entry
He arrived.
Satoru Gojo.
No rush.
No panic.
He stepped forward—
and walked into the curtain.
No teleportation.
No shortcuts.
Just… walking.
Because inside—
people were everywhere.
Inside Shibuya
Chaos.
Civilians packed together.
Running.
Crying.
Screaming.
"Bring Satoru Gojo!"
The chant echoed endlessly.
Gojo walked through it.
Unbothered.
"…How annoying."
His eyes—hidden behind the blindfold—were already analyzing everything.
8:38 PM — Shibuya Hikarie
He stopped.
High above.
Looking down.
A sea of people.
Fear.
Noise.
Gojo tilted his head slightly.
"…Underground."
He saw it instantly.
The source.
Below.
8:40 PM — Descent
He stepped forward—
into open air.
And fell.
No—
floated.
Walking through the air itself.
Passing over heads.
Through panic.
Descending toward the subway.
B5F — Fukutoshin Line Platform
He landed.
Softly.
Silence.
Waiting for him—
Jogo.
Hanami.
Choso.
Three presences.
Heavy.
Hostile.
Gojo smiled.
"…You brought friends."
Jogo stepped forward.
"…You're late."
Gojo cracked his neck slightly.
"…You're early."
Hanami's roots spread subtly.
Choso stood still.
Eyes locked.
"…Yuji Itadori…"
A pause.
"…And Takeru…"
Gojo didn't react.
"…Focus."
The air tightened.
Then—
The fight began.
Jogo attacked first—
flames erupting—
Gojo didn't move.
The flames stopped—
before touching him.
"…Too slow."
He stepped forward—
and vanished—
Reappearing directly in front of Jogo—
Impact.
Jogo was launched.
Hanami attacked next—
roots surging—
Gojo moved through them—
untouched—
Effortless.
Choso struck from range—
blood techniques firing—
Gojo tilted his head—
dodged—
stepped—
moved—
Perfect.
Absolute.
The strongest.
Then—
he stopped.
Reached up.
And removed his blindfold.
Blue eyes opened.
The atmosphere changed.
Completely.
"…Alright."
The air itself bent.
Civilians froze.
Even the curses felt it.
"…Let's get serious."
Above Ground — Outside the Curtain
Yuji clenched his fists.
"…Something just changed."
Megumi nodded.
"…Yeah."
Nobara swallowed.
"…That's Gojo."
Takeru stared at the barrier.
Unmoving.
"…It has begun."
Back Underground
Gojo moved again.
Faster.
Sharper.
Overwhelming.
But—
the civilians remained.
Everywhere.
Crowding.
Blocking.
And the curses smiled.
Because this—
was the plan.
Not to win.
But to trap.
And somewhere—
hidden.
Waiting.
The Prison Realm.
Ready.