"Damn it… damn it… damn it!"
Inside a dark underground sewer, a distorted figure crouched against the wall like a wounded animal.
It was Mahito.
His body trembled violently.
Although his physical form had mostly regenerated, the damage to his soul remained severe.
The sensation of having his soul forcibly twisted and reversed still lingered.
It made him nauseous.
"That guy…"
Mahito muttered, his voice shaking.
"…is he even human?"
"He's more monstrous than we are!"
"He can manipulate the shape of the soul itself!"
"That's completely absurd!"
Nearby, Jogo stood silently.
His volcanic head emitted faint heat.
His expression was grim.
"I warned you."
"That boy is dangerous."
"Hanami's death proved that already."
Mahito clenched his fists.
"What do we do now?"
"Mechamaru betrayed us."
"Our intelligence network inside Jujutsu High is gone."
"And that damn Yagami Sora will definitely keep chasing us."
A calm voice answered from the darkness.
"Then we simply wait."
A tall figure stepped forward.
The man wearing Suguru Geto's body.
In reality—
The ancient sorcerer Kenjaku.
In his hand, he held a strange cursed object.
"Although tonight was a failure…"
"It wasn't meaningless."
Kenjaku's eyes gleamed with calculation.
"At least we learned something important."
"Yagami Sora's strength depends heavily on his calculation ability."
"As long as we disrupt his calculations…"
"Or force him beyond his limits…"
"…we still have a chance."
He then turned his gaze toward Mahito.
"And you felt it too."
"The enlightenment gained on the edge of death."
"Although your Domain Expansion collapsed…"
"Your understanding of the soul has deepened."
Mahito froze.
Then slowly examined his own body.
It was true.
Even though he was weakened—
His soul felt more condensed.
More refined.
His perception of souls had grown sharper.
"Reconstruction through destruction…"
Mahito murmured.
A manic grin slowly returned.
"If I evolve again…"
"If my soul reaches its next stage…"
"Even that monster…"
"…won't defeat me so easily."
Kenjaku smiled faintly.
"Exactly."
"So focus on recovering."
"There's still time before Shibuya."
"And when that day comes…"
"We'll prepare a much greater gift for Yagami Sora."
Tokyo Jujutsu High
Later that day—
Yagami Sora returned to school alongside Kokichi Muta.
Both had already changed back into their school uniforms.
The moment they entered the classroom—
Everyone froze.
Because the boy walking beside Sora looked nothing like the frail Mechamaru they knew.
He was tall.
Healthy.
Handsome.
"…Wait."
Panda stared in disbelief.
"YOU'RE MECHAMARU?!"
"Did you get plastic surgery or something?!"
"I thought you were a robot!"
"That robot was just a puppet."
Muta scratched his head awkwardly.
"This…"
"…is my real body."
"You're joking!"
Nobara Kugisaki circled him repeatedly.
"Why are you so handsome?!"
"This is totally unfair!"
At the back of the room—
Kasumi Miwa covered her mouth.
Tears streamed down her face.
She recognized that voice instantly.
The voice she had heard countless times through a communicator.
"…Muta?"
Kokichi walked toward her nervously.
"Miwa…"
"I'm back."
"With my own body."
"IDIOT!"
Miwa threw herself into his arms.
Crying uncontrollably.
Watching the scene unfold—
Yagami Sora leaned against the classroom doorway.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"This…"
"…is what youth should look like."
"Isn't this a million times better than some tragic ending?"
A familiar voice suddenly spoke beside him.
"Well done, Sora."
Without anyone noticing—
Satoru Gojo had appeared.
He casually held a box of Kikufuku sweets.
"You exposed the mole."
"Healed the student."
"And severely injured Mahito."
"With efficiency like this…"
"I'm starting to feel unemployed."
"Then how about giving me half your salary?"
Sora held out his hand seriously.
"Dream on!"
Gojo immediately grabbed his wallet.
"But…"
He tossed Sora a piece of Kikufuku.
"I can treat you to limited-edition sweets."
"Deal."
Sora took a bite.
Sweet.
Very sweet.
After a moment—
Sora looked out the window.
His expression turned serious.
"Satoru."
"Mahito will definitely evolve after this."
"The next time we meet…"
"He'll be stronger."
"And Kenjaku…"
"His plan hasn't stopped."
Gojo's smile faded slightly.
"I know."
"Shibuya."
"That's where they're preparing the battlefield."
Sora nodded.
"That might get troublesome."
Gojo suddenly grinned again.
"Troublesome?"
"Maybe."
"But it's fine."
Sora patted his shoulder.
"No matter what plans they have…"
"They're meaningless in front of absolute power."
"We're the strongest duo."
He paused.
"…Even if it's a little one-sided."
"HEY!"
Gojo protested immediately.
"That last part was unnecessary!"
The two of them laughed.
Sunlight poured into the hallway.
Their shadows stretched across the floor.
Somewhere far away—
A storm was gathering.
But the students of Jujutsu High were already prepared.
To face the coming chaos.
On Halloween night in Shibuya.
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