Shibuya Station — Basement Level B5
The air was suffocating.
A mixture of sweat, fear, and the nauseating presence of cursed spirits filled the underground station.
This was the core battlefield.
The place where Satoru Gojo had been lured.
Thousands of civilians were trapped underground.
Pressed tightly together.
Like sardines in a sealed can.
Panic spread through the crowd.
Screams echoed endlessly.
Despair filled the air.
Standing among the civilians—
A towering figure with a single blazing eye smirked coldly.
Jogo.
"So slow, Gojo Satoru."
He deliberately remained within the crowd.
Using civilians as shields.
Preventing Gojo from unleashing wide-range techniques.
After all—
Everyone knew the strongest sorcerer's weakness.
He refused to sacrifice innocent people.
Gojo slowly lowered his blindfold.
Revealing the radiant glow of the Six Eyes.
Even surrounded by enemies.
Even with thousands of civilians trapped nearby.
He looked completely relaxed.
Almost bored.
"You really gathered quite a crowd."
Gojo chuckled softly.
"But do you really think this will restrain me?"
His smile widened.
"Did you misunderstand something about the word strongest?"
"The strongest…"
"Wins under any circumstances."
From another side of the underground station—
A monstrous figure stepped forward.
Roots twisting across its body.
Nature energy radiating from its limbs.
Hanami.
Its cursed energy spread outward.
Attempting to suppress Gojo's Limitless Technique.
The pressure of two Special Grade cursed spirits filled the underground station.
The civilians nearby could barely breathe.
And the battle—
Was about to begin.
Meanwhile — Surface Level
Above ground.
Shibuya had already become a nightmare.
"AAAAAH!"
"Monsters!"
"Help!"
Groups of civilians ran through the streets in terror.
Chased by grotesque creatures.
These were transfigured humans.
Victims of Mahito's cursed technique.
Their bodies were twisted beyond recognition.
Some had multiple arms.
Others had warped jaws or extra mouths.
They attacked pedestrians like rabid beasts.
Every strike sprayed blood across the pavement.
Yagami Sora did not head directly toward B5.
That battlefield belonged to Gojo.
He trusted the strongest sorcerer completely.
Gojo Satoru did not need assistance there.
Instead—
Sora focused on the chaos above ground.
The cursed spirits.
The curse users hiding in the shadows.
"So this is their version of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons."
He hovered above the city streets.
Black trench coat fluttering in the wind.
Below him—
Shibuya looked like a slaughterhouse.
"Mahito's aesthetic sense is still as disgusting as ever."
Sora extended his hand.
Palm facing downward.
"Vector Manipulation — Gravity Crush."
BOOM.
An invisible wave swept across the entire street.
Gravity multiplied instantly.
Ten times heavier.
The transfigured humans froze mid-motion.
Then—
CRACK.
Bones shattered.
Bodies twisted violently.
One after another—
They collapsed.
Crushed into mangled piles of flesh.
Black blood spread across the pavement.
The monsters didn't even have time to scream.
Meanwhile—
The civilians standing beside them remained completely unharmed.
Sora's vector calculations protected them perfectly.
They felt only a brief gust of wind.
And suddenly—
Every monster around them was gone.
The civilians stared upward.
At the floating figure in the sky.
"So… amazing…"
"Is that a sorcerer?"
"An angel…"
"We're saved…"
Some people even dropped to their knees.
Crying in relief.
"Stop staring!"
Sora's voice echoed across the street.
Clear.
Commanding.
"Run east!"
"There's a safe route!"
"Ijichi is coordinating the evacuation!"
"If you want to live—"
"Move!"
The civilians immediately began running.
Sora didn't stay.
Because another battlefield had already ignited.
Far across the city—
Near Shibuya Tower C—
Powerful cursed-energy clashes erupted.
One of the signatures was familiar.
Dark.
Sharp.
Megumi Fushiguro.
Sora frowned slightly.
"So they started targeting isolated students."
"Typical cowardly tactics."
He glanced briefly toward the underground battlefield.
The cursed energy there was exploding wildly.
But Gojo's presence remained unwavering.
Like a mountain.
"Teacher doesn't need help yet."
"So let's clean up Megumi's side first."
A faint smile appeared.
"I'd hate for something to happen to my favorite junior."
Wind exploded beneath his feet.
Sora's wings of airflow burst outward.
He shot forward like a meteor.
Racing toward Shibuya Tower C.
The night of Shibuya had only just begun.
Blood.
Chaos.
Battle.
And the hunters—
Had already entered the field.
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