The debate finally died down.
Not because anyone had reached a conclusion.
Because even Yuji had reached his limit.
"…No more hypothetical builds."
Takeru shrugged.
"…Fair enough."
The group continued through the quiet streets of Tokyo Colony 1.
The atmosphere gradually shifted.
The jokes faded.
Everyone became more focused.
After a few minutes, Takeru finally spoke.
"…Alright."
He looked at everyone.
"I think we should just head to Tengen and get this over with."
Yuji nodded immediately.
"…Yeah."
Megumi crossed his arms.
"The sooner we get there, the sooner we can move on."
Older Higuruma adjusted his tie.
"A reasonable course of action."
Younger Higuruma looked toward Takeru.
"So that's our destination?"
Takeru nodded.
"Yep."
Young Hana quietly added,
"…Master Tengen should know more than anyone about what's happening."
Younger Sukuna scoffed.
"…Let's hope the immortal isn't as cryptic as everyone says."
Without another word, the group changed direction.
Leaving the empty streets behind.
The city slowly gave way to quieter paths.
Concrete became stone.
Ruined buildings became old corridors.
The deeper they went, the heavier the cursed energy in the air became.
Yuji looked around.
"…We're getting close."
Megumi nodded.
"I can feel it."
The atmosphere had changed completely.
The air itself felt ancient.
Calm.
Yet impossibly heavy.
Takeru walked at the front.
Hands in his pockets.
Blue eyes fixed ahead.
"…Almost there."
Far ahead—
hidden beneath layers of powerful barriers—
awaited the immortal guardian of Jujutsu society.
Master Tengen.
The group continued forward in silence.
Ready for whatever came next.