Tokyo Colony 1 stretched endlessly around them—twisted streets, broken glass, quiet tension in every corner.
The group moved together now.
Not scattered anymore.
Organized.
Hakari walked slightly ahead, hands in his pockets.
"…Feels weird."
Yuji glanced around.
"…Yeah… we're still here."
Kirara nodded.
"…Even with the movement rule, you still have to choose to leave."
Ryu smirked.
"…So we just walked in a circle?"
Uro floated slightly above.
"…No."
A pause.
"…We're being led."
Everyone's eyes shifted to Takeru.
He didn't respond.
He just kept walking.
Megumi narrowed his eyes slightly.
"…You feel it too."
Takeru nodded once.
"…Yes."
Hana stayed close behind, quieter than usual.
Angel's presence within her had gone still—
watching.
Then—
they stopped.
Because she was there.
Standing in the middle of the street.
Yorozu.
She looked almost exactly like Tsumiki—
same face, same frame—
but everything else was wrong.
Her hair was longer, messier—spiking outward with a chaotic edge.
Her expression wasn't gentle.
It was sharp.
Obsessive.
Focused.
She wore a sleeveless dark bodysuit, light-colored pants tucked into boots, and that strange, wing-like cloth structure extending from her back through dark armbands.
Takeru stepped forward slightly.
"…Hey! Hi!"
A small wave.
"…You're Yorozu, right?"
Silence.
Yorozu's eyes locked onto him instantly.
Not just him—
Sukuna.
Angel.
Ryu.
Uro.
Her awareness swept across all of them at once.
"…Interesting…"
Megumi's body tensed.
"…Tsumiki…"
But before anything else could happen—
Takeru moved.
Not toward Yorozu—
Past her.
A shadow flickered from above—
someone trying to strike from behind—
Too slow.
Takeru launched upward—
and—
BOOM.
A perfectly timed dropkick slammed into the attacker mid-air—
sending them crashing straight through a nearby building in an explosion of concrete and glass.
Hakari blinked.
"…Damn."
Ryu laughed.
"…Clean."
Yuta didn't even look surprised.
Takeru landed smoothly—
continuing forward—
passing right by Yorozu like it was nothing.
"…Handled."
For a split second—
everything paused.
Because as he passed her—
Yorozu's expression changed.
Just slightly.
A faint blush crept across her face—
quick—
subtle—
almost hidden immediately.
But not invisible.
Uro noticed.
Ryu noticed.
Hana definitely noticed.
Even Hakari raised an eyebrow.
"…Huh."
Yorozu turned her head slightly away—
masking it instantly—
but her aura shifted just enough to give it away.
"…You…"
Her voice was quieter now.
Different.
Takeru turned back casually.
"…Yeah?"
Megumi stepped forward, tension rising again.
"…Tsumiki—"
Yorozu cut him off without looking.
"…Don't call me that."
The atmosphere snapped back to dangerous.
But something had already changed.
Because now—
Yorozu wasn't just looking at Sukuna.
She was looking at Takeru.
And everyone felt it.