"Gojo Satoru has been sealed."
The words spread like a nuclear explosion.
In an instant, the shockwave tore through Shibuya—and the entire jujutsu world.
The first person to receive confirmation was Kiyotaka Ijichi, the assistant supervisor coordinating operations outside the barrier.
When he heard Yagami Sora's cold report through the communicator—
His phone slipped from his hand.
"It's over…"
Ijichi collapsed to his knees.
His face drained of color.
"Gojo-san… how could this happen…"
To the jujutsu world—
Satoru Gojo was more than a sorcerer.
He was the pillar supporting the entire system.
A synonym for invincibility.
If even Gojo had fallen—
Who could stop the disaster unfolding tonight?
The news quickly reached the other frontline sorcerers.
Kento Nanami.
Naobito Zenin.
Atsuya Kusakabe.
All Grade 1 sorcerers.
All veterans of countless battles.
And yet—
Their expressions hardened instantly.
"Are you serious?"
Naobito took a long swig from his sake flask.
Some liquor spilled down his chin.
"That Gojo brat…"
"He actually lost?"
Nanami adjusted his glasses.
His voice remained calm.
But cold sweat ran down his temple.
"He wasn't defeated."
"He was sealed."
"That distinction matters."
Nanami's gaze sharpened.
"We have lost the protection of the strongest."
"But that does not mean the battle is over."
"As long as we are alive…"
"We will keep fighting."
Kusakabe tightened his grip on his sword.
His palms were slick with sweat.
"So what now?"
"Do we retreat?"
Nanami shook his head immediately.
"Retreat?"
"If we abandon this battlefield…"
"What happens to the tens of thousands of civilians trapped in Shibuya?"
"And besides…"
Nanami looked toward Shibuya Station.
"Yagami Sora has already entered the battlefield."
At the mention of that name—
The atmosphere shifted slightly.
Even without Gojo—
They still had Yagami Sora.
The sorcerer known as the White Reaper.
A monster capable of standing beside Gojo himself.
The genius Gojo once admitted—
"He might even surpass me one day."
Nearby, the students of Tokyo Jujutsu High had also received the news.
"Yagami seems furious."
Maki Zenin smirked slightly.
"It's been a while since I've seen him this angry."
Panda nodded thoughtfully.
"The last time he got this mad…"
"He destroyed half the Kyoto school training grounds."
Kugisaki cracked her neck.
Hammer resting on her shoulder.
"Good."
"Then let's go crazy with him."
"We're rescuing Gojo-sensei."
"And smashing every cursed spirit we see."
"Let's move!"
Megumi Fushiguro summoned his shikigami instantly.
"Divine Dog."
He dashed forward.
"We can't let Sora fight alone."
B5F — The Battlefield
Deep underground.
The air turned deathly still.
Then—
A violent tremor shook the station.
The ceiling cracked.
Concrete groaned.
"…What was that?"
Mahito tilted his head.
"An earthquake?"
"No…"
Jogo's eye widened.
"Something just fell."
BOOOOOOM!!!
The ceiling exploded.
Reinforced concrete shattered like paper.
Dust and debris filled the air.
And within the smoke—
A terrifying presence descended.
Not cursed energy.
Pure killing intent.
A white figure stepped forward.
The pressure of violent wind surrounded him.
Every transfigured human that approached—
Was instantly shredded into fragments.
Yagami Sora.
At that moment—
He looked more terrifying than any cursed spirit.
Mahito grinned widely.
"Oh?"
"You're here already?"
"Even faster than expected."
"So this is the famous White Reaper."
Sora ignored him completely.
His gaze locked onto the cube in Kenjaku's hand.
"Hand over my teacher."
No emotion.
No hesitation.
Just a command.
Kenjaku smiled faintly.
Even though his heart was pounding.
"And if I refuse?"
Sora disappeared.
"Vector Manipulation — Absolute Void."
There were no flashy movements.
No dramatic windup.
Just one punch.
But the moment he moved—
All surrounding air vanished.
A perfect vacuum formed.
BOOM.
Kenjaku instantly retreated.
Summoning multiple powerful cursed spirits as shields.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Each one exploded the moment Sora's fist touched them.
Reduced to clouds of blood.
Jogo stared in disbelief.
"…What the hell."
"This guy…"
"Why does he feel even more violent than Gojo Satoru?!"
Gojo's strength inspired despair.
A distant, untouchable god.
But Sora's strength—
Was raw destruction.
Brutal.
Direct.
Violence incarnate.
Kenjaku narrowed his eyes.
"You're angry."
"Yagami Sora."
"Gojo Satoru is your teacher."
"That emotional instability makes you stronger…"
"But it also exposes weaknesses."
Sora stopped moving.
Then tilted his head slightly.
A cold smile spread across his face.
"Emotional?"
"No."
"I've never been clearer."
"I know exactly what I need to do."
The wings on his back expanded.
Dark.
Pitch black.
Air compressed beyond physical limits.
Even light seemed to distort around them.
The Fallen Angel Wings spread across the battlefield.
Sora's crimson eyes glowed in the darkness.
"Ready to dance?"
He cracked his knuckles slowly.
"You pieces of trash."
"Tonight…"
"Shibuya becomes your graveyard."
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