The lightning battlefield was still tearing itself apart.
Kashimo's strikes kept coming in precise, lethal bursts.
Hakari was still laughing through damage.
Ryu was still enjoying every collision.
Yuta was still adapting.
Uro was still bending space to avoid getting erased.
And Takeru—
stood still.
Then he smiled.
Not the usual calm expression.
Something sharper.
Heavier.
"…Alright."
A pause.
"…Switch."
The air split.
For a moment, it felt like reality misfired.
Takeru's presence duplicated.
Not illusion.
Not clone.
Two bodies.
One remained where he stood—
stable, controlled, grounded in cursed technique logic.
The other stepped forward—
heavier pressure.
More chaotic.
A presence that didn't feel fully restrained.
Sukuna.
Now separate.
Now active.
Kashimo's eyes narrowed immediately.
"…Oh."
Hakari's grin widened mid-fight.
"…THAT'S new!"
Yuta's eyes sharpened instantly.
"…He separated them…"
Uro instinctively increased distance.
"…That shouldn't be possible…"
Ryu laughed out loud.
"…Now THAT'S interesting!"
Sukuna rolled his shoulder once.
Then looked at Kashimo.
"…Lightning boy."
A grin.
"…You've been loud."
Takeru's other body spoke calmly at the same time.
"…Coordination established."
Two bodies.
Two perspectives.
One shared battlefield awareness.
Kashimo exhaled slowly.
"…So that's what you are."
Sukuna stepped forward.
Electricity cracked around him immediately from proximity alone.
"…Don't misunderstand."
He tilted his head slightly.
"…I'm just here to have fun."
Takeru's other body moved slightly beside him.
"…Efficiency increased."
Kashimo's smile returned.
"…Good."
Lightning surged again.
Hakari shouted mid-fight:
"…YEAH—this just got WAY worse!"
Ryu laughed harder.
"…NOW we're cooking!"
Yuta steadied his stance.
"…We need to adjust immediately."
Uro narrowed her eyes.
"…Two Takeru's… one of them is that thing…"
The battlefield shifted again.
Not just a fight anymore.
A system overload.
And Kashimo—
was loving it.