The snow war escalated instantly.
No sides.
No rules.
No mercy.
Haibara was screaming happily while throwing snow in every direction.
Gojo kept using impossible angles.
Geto was somehow accurate with every throw.
Shoko acted as a commentator and occasional sniper.
Nanami had tried to leave twice and been dragged back both times.
And Utahime—
was hunting.
"…WHERE IS HE!?"
She marched through the snow with a handful of packed ice, glaring specifically for Gojo.
Takeru, meanwhile, had quietly stepped away.
No one noticed.
Until they did.
He walked to an open patch of snow.
Then slowly knelt down.
Megumi—If he were there would be—watching from the cabin window and would have respected the seriousness.
Takeru placed both hands into the snow.
Then drew a strange circular pattern.
Lines.
Marks.
Something between art and ritual.
Haibara stopped mid-throw.
"…Uh…"
Gojo squinted.
"…Why do I suddenly feel threatened?"
Geto folded his arms.
"…Because you should."
Takeru rose slowly.
Snow falling from his gloves.
Head lowered.
Silent.
Then—
his aura flared.
Not cursed energy.
Just pure dramatic intent.
Wind kicked outward.
The snow around him trembled.
Utahime turned.
"…What are you doing?"
The ground behind Takeru bulged upward.
Snow shifted.
Rose.
Rose higher.
And higher.
A monstrous snowball emerged.
Absolutely gigantic.
Towering over everyone like a frozen moon.
Silence hit the battlefield.
Nanami blinked once.
"…That's unreasonable."
Shoko lowered her drink.
"…Oh no."
Haibara screamed in delight.
"…THAT'S AMAZING!"
Gojo pointed excitedly.
"…YES! CRUSH HER!"
Utahime pointed back furiously.
"…WHY ARE YOU ROOTING FOR THIS!?"
Takeru slowly looked up.
Eyes shadowed by winter light.
Voice low.
Dramatic.
"…Utahime…"
A pause.
"…Where are you…"
Utahime took one cautious step backward.
"…No."
Takeru placed both hands on the giant snowball.
Then with terrifying force—
SLAMMED IT FORWARD.
The mountain of snow rolled.
Fast.
Too fast.
Like destiny itself had become compacted ice.
Utahime screamed.
"…GOJOOOOOO!"
Gojo was laughing too hard to help.
Geto covered his face.
"…This is excessive…"
Haibara was jumping.
"…GET HER! GET HER!"
Nanami stepped aside with perfect timing.
"…I hate this place."
Utahime turned to run.
Too late.
FWOOOOMPH!
The colossal snowball engulfed her completely.
An explosion of powder burst into the air.
Trees shook.
Birds fled.
The cabin rattled.
Silence.
Then from inside the mound:
"…I WILL KILL HIM."
Takeru brushed snow off his hands calmly.
"…Direct hit."
Gojo ran over and high-fived him instantly.
"…That was art."
Geto sighed.
But he was smiling.
"…It really was."
Shoko took another sip.
"…Best trip ever."
From the snow pile, one arm slowly rose upward in rage.
War was not over.