The apartment building in Tokyo Colony 1 wasn't just tall.
It felt layered—like every floor was stacked on top of someone else's bad decision.
Megumi and Takeru moved inside carefully.
Megumi's hand stayed near his shadows.
Takeru's cursed energy stayed low—but ready.
"…We're being watched," Megumi muttered.
Takeru nodded once.
"…Confirmed."
A faint shuffle above them.
Then—
Ambush
The first attack wasn't a person.
It was information becoming physical.
A receipt fluttered down the stairwell.
Then another.
Then dozens.
Megumi's eyes narrowed.
"…That's cursed technique activation."
From above—
Reggie Star stepped into view, calm as ever.
"…Welcome."
He smiled faintly.
"…You two are exactly where I expected you to be."
Takeru tilted his head slightly.
"…Pre-planned engagement."
Reggie nodded.
"…Of course."
He tapped a stack of receipts.
"…Contractual Re-Creation."
Suddenly—
the receipts changed.
Cars.
Weapons.
Structural debris.
All forming instantly around them.
Megumi reacted immediately—
shadow expanding—
Takeru moved at the same time—
blocking a collapsing object mid-air—
But the pressure didn't stop.
It escalated.
Second Combatant — Explosive Teeth User
A man rushed in from the side.
Laughing.
Unstable.
He grinned—
showing modified teeth embedded with cursed energy.
"…Let's make this fun!"
BOOM—
One bite—
an explosion erupted.
Megumi was forced back.
Takeru stepped in—
blocking debris—
The man healed instantly.
Reverse cursed technique.
Rapid regeneration.
"…Can't kill me fast enough!"
Megumi narrowed his eyes.
"…Annoying type."
Takeru responded flatly.
"…High regeneration confirmed."
Outside Transition — Chaos Spreads
The fight spilled outward.
The apartment structure partially collapsed into an open-air section above a drained concrete basin—like a ruined pool arena.
Reggie smiled.
"…Better."
He snapped his fingers.
The environment shifted again.
Flooded instantly.
Water rising unnaturally fast—
mixed with recreated objects:
cars floating, steel beams drifting, debris turning into weapons.
Megumi clicked his tongue.
"…He's using terrain control too."
Takeru looked around.
"…Restricted movement confirmed."
They were forced into defense.
Phase One — Pressure
Reggie didn't rush.
He layered attacks.
Controlled spacing.
Forced reactions.
Megumi was pushed back repeatedly.
Takeru covered angles—but even he started taking strain.
"…We're being worn down," Megumi muttered.
Takeru nodded.
"…Efficiency decreasing."
Reggie watched calmly.
"…You'll break eventually."
Fumihiko Takaba Appears
Then—
something completely wrong entered the battlefield.
"…Yo."
Takaba stepped in casually.
Looking around like this was a comedy set.
"…This is kinda funny."
Reggie paused slightly.
"…Who are you?"
Takaba blinked.
"…I dunno. But this feels like a prank show."
The moment he said it—
a floating car suddenly turned into a giant inflatable toy version of itself.
Silence.
Megumi stared.
"…What."
Takeru narrowed his eyes.
"…Reality distortion confirmed."
Takaba laughed.
"…That's hilarious!"
And then—
the battlefield changed again.
Weapons became rubber props.
Water started behaving like slow-moving jelly.
Explosions turned into harmless smoke puffs.
Reggie's control started breaking.
"…What is happening—?"
Takaba shrugged.
"…If it's funny, it's real, right?"
Megumi muttered.
"…That is the worst rule I've ever heard."
Takeru, however, stepped forward slightly.
"…Opportunity created."
Phase Two — Megumi & Takeru Counter
Megumi's expression sharpened.
"…We switch."
Takeru nodded.
"…Confirmed."
They stopped defending.
Started adapting.
Megumi's shadows expanded—
not just for combat—
but storage.
Objects Reggie created started getting absorbed.
Held.
Reused.
Takeru moved differently now.
Not reacting—
anticipating.
Reggie's receipt usage began thinning.
"…He's running out of material," Megumi said.
Takeru responded.
"…Resource limitation confirmed."
They forced Reggie to overextend.
Every creation cost him more.
Every layer weakened him.
Takaba continued laughing somewhere nearby, unintentionally destabilizing every "serious" setup Reggie tried to form.
Final Collapse
Reggie finally faltered.
Just once.
Megumi saw it.
"…Now."
Takeru moved.
Megumi followed.
A coordinated strike.
Shadows binding.
Physical impact following.
Reggie tried to compensate—
but there was nothing left to pull from.
The weight of his own constructed battlefield turned against him.
He staggered.
Fell.
Breathing uneven.
"…You… don't trust anyone in this game…"
Megumi stood over him.
Silent.
Takeru watched.
Reggie coughed.
"…That's your mistake too."
Then—
he stopped moving.
Aftermath
The battlefield went still.
Takaba stretched.
"…That was pretty funny."
Megumi didn't respond.
He swayed slightly.
Takeru looked at him.
"…Fatigue threshold exceeded."
Megumi exhaled.
"…Yeah."
Then—
both of them collapsed.
Slow.
Heavy.
No resistance left.
The world tilted.
Sound faded.
Angel Appears
A presence entered the space.
Quiet.
Unnatural.
A woman stood there.
Hana Kurusu.
But not alone.
A second voice spoke—
from a mouth that appeared on her cheek.
"…Finally."
Angel.
Two consciousnesses.
One body.
Like Takeru and Sukuna—but different in nature.
Hana looked down at Megumi and Takeru.
Softly.
"…They're exhausted."
The mouth on her cheek spoke again.
"…Especially him."
A subtle glance toward Takeru.
Hana hesitated slightly.
"…We should take them."
Angel responded.
"…Agreed. The boy is important."
Hana crouched slightly.
Her expression softened.
"…Hey… don't die here."
Then—
light enveloped them.
Megumi and Takeru were lifted.
Removed from the battlefield.
Takaba watched them go.
"…Huh. That was kinda sad."
And then—
silence returned to the flooded ruins.