The air in the room still felt like it was settling from everything that had just happened with Geto.
Not tense anymore.
Just… layered.
Like too many truths had been spoken too quickly.
Takeru stood in the middle of it all, looking around at everyone as if mentally re-stitching the group back together into something coherent.
Then he spoke.
"…I'm Gojo's brother Takeru."
A pause.
He pointed lightly as he went.
"…And this is Ryu."
Ryu lifted a hand lazily.
"…Yeah."
"…Uro."
Uro gave a small, unreadable glance.
"…Correct."
"…Choso."
Choso nodded once.
"…Brothers."
"…Megumi."
Megumi sighed faintly.
"…Yes."
"…Yuji."
Yuji gave an awkward wave.
"…Hey."
Takeru continued without slowing.
"…Megumi's sister, Tsumiki, who is a vessel for Yorozu."
Yorozu tilted her head slightly from within that identity, but didn't interrupt.
"…Hana, who is a vessel for Angel."
Hana gave a small nod.
Angel's presence remained quiet but alert.
"…Yuta."
Yuta acknowledged him calmly.
"…Takeru."
"…Hakari."
Hakari grinned.
"…That's me."
"…Kirara."
Kirara gave a short nod.
"…Present."
"…Higuruma."
Higuruma adjusted his stance slightly.
"…Hiromi Higuruma."
"…Yuki."
Yuki stood slightly apart, arms relaxed.
"…Yeah."
"…And Kashimo."
Kashimo smirked faintly.
"…I'm here."
Silence followed.
Hakari blinked.
"…You just reintroduced everyone like a roster check."
Yuji scratched his head.
"…We were already here though…"
Megumi sighed again.
"…Why are we being listed like inventory…"
Uro crossed her arms slightly.
"…Functional classification…"
Ryu chuckled.
"…Feels official."
Choso nodded seriously.
"…It is important to know brothers."
Yuta exhaled quietly.
"…At least it's organized."
Hana glanced at Takeru.
"…You didn't forget anyone…"
Takeru paused for a second.
Looked around once more.
Then nodded.
"…Yeah."
A beat.
"…That's everyone."
Kashimo tilted his head slightly.
"…So what now?"
Takeru didn't answer immediately.
Just looked forward, thinking past the list.
Past the room.
Past the people.
Then—
"…Now we decide what happens next."
The room didn't respond right away.
But no one argued either.
Because somehow—
after everything that had happened—
that felt like the first real starting point in a long time.