"Vector Manipulation — Black Wings: Heavenly Fall."
Yagami Sora's voice echoed across the underground station.
It sounded less like a command—
And more like a verdict.
A judgment from hell.
The black wings behind him expanded violently.
Compressed air surged outward like a storm.
BOOOOM.
The entire B5 level trembled.
Thousands of razor-sharp wind blades descended like a black rainstorm.
Each blade carried enough kinetic force to slice through reinforced steel.
"Move!"
Jogo roared.
Volcanic flames erupted around his body.
"Ember Insects!"
Dozens of fiery curse constructs burst outward.
Attempting to intercept the storm.
But the moment the flames touched the wind blades—
They were torn apart instantly.
SPLASH. SPLASH.
Hundreds of transfigured humans were shredded into fragments.
They didn't even have time to scream.
Even Jogo himself was grazed.
Deep cuts opened across his volcanic body.
Magma-like blood spilled onto the ground.
"…What the hell is this?"
Jogo stared upward in horror.
"This isn't cursed technique…"
"It's pure physical destruction!"
While dodging the incoming wind blades—
Kenjaku narrowed his eyes.
"Incredible."
"Vector manipulation controlling atmospheric flow…"
"Compressing air into ultra-high-frequency cutting waves."
"A technique capable of bypassing cursed energy defenses."
He smiled faintly.
"A true prodigy."
"But can your cursed energy sustain such a wide-area attack?"
"Can't sustain it?"
Sora sneered.
"Who do you think I am?"
He raised his hand.
Gripping the air itself.
"Gravity Reversal."
BUZZ.
The gravitational field across B5 reversed instantly.
Every curse and curse user felt their bodies suddenly become weightless—
Then slam violently into the ceiling.
"WHAT?!"
Even Mahito was caught off guard.
His body stuck to the ceiling like an insect.
"Now…"
Sora lowered his palm slowly.
"…ten times gravity."
BOOOOM.
Gravity flipped again.
But this time—
It multiplied.
Everyone crashed into the ground with crushing force.
The concrete floor shattered.
Transfigured humans were flattened instantly.
Reduced to blood and bone.
Even the Special Grade curses struggled to stand.
Choso struggled to lift his head.
His Blood Manipulation barely functioned under such pressure.
"…This…"
"…is Yagami Sora?"
"A second Special Grade monster…"
"…besides Gojo Satoru."
Sora walked forward slowly.
Each step echoed like a hammer striking the ground.
He stopped in front of Mahito.
Who was pinned down by gravity.
"You said earlier…"
Sora crouched.
"You wanted to kill Yuji Itadori."
Mahito tried to speak.
"I—"
CRACK.
Sora crushed his jaw.
"I didn't ask you to speak."
His voice was colder than ice.
"A filthy thing like you…"
"…pollutes the air just by existing."
"You enjoy twisting souls, don't you?"
"Then try experiencing real destruction."
Sora touched Mahito's forehead with one finger.
"Vector Manipulation — Microscopic Crushing."
A strange vibration spread instantly.
Not across the surface—
But through every cell.
Every molecule.
Mahito's body began breaking apart.
From skin.
To muscle.
To bone.
AAAAAAHHHH!!
His screams echoed across the station.
Even Idle Transfiguration couldn't stop this.
Because Sora wasn't attacking the soul.
He was dismantling the body at the atomic level.
"Enough."
Kenjaku finally moved.
If Mahito died here—
His plan would collapse.
"Curse Spirit Manipulation — Maximum: Uzumaki."
A massive vortex of cursed energy erupted forward.
Attempting to force Sora backward.
Sora didn't even look behind him.
"Get lost."
He flicked his hand.
"Wind Spear."
BOOM.
The compressed air projectile shattered the vortex instantly.
The remaining shockwave blasted Kenjaku into a wall.
He coughed blood.
Fear flickering in his eyes.
Too strong.
Even stronger than the intelligence reports predicted.
Without Prison Realm—
Victory was impossible.
Kenjaku made his decision instantly.
"…Retreat."
At that moment—
An icy blast surged across the battlefield.
"Ice Formation Technique: Frost Calm."
A curtain of freezing mist covered the entire station.
Temporarily slowing Sora's movements.
Using the opportunity—
Kenjaku grabbed Prison Realm.
Then opened a spatial rift using a curse technique.
"Yagami Sora!"
"This game isn't over!"
"I'm taking Gojo Satoru with me!"
"If you want him back…"
"Come find me."
The portal closed.
The enemies vanished.
"Don't run!"
Sora shattered the frost instantly.
Preparing to pursue.
But the dimensional rift had already disappeared.
"…Damn it."
He punched the wall.
The underground station shook violently.
They escaped.
Even after overwhelming them completely—
They still escaped.
And they took Gojo Satoru with them.
Sora stood there silently.
Breathing heavily.
The crimson light in his eyes slowly faded.
Replaced by exhaustion.
And guilt.
He had been too late.
If only he had arrived sooner.
If only he hadn't wasted time on lesser enemies.
"…Sora-nii."
Two voices echoed behind him.
Yuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro had finally arrived.
They looked at the devastated battlefield.
And the lone figure standing in the ruins.
"…Gojo-sensei?"
Yuji asked carefully.
Sora turned around.
His face calm.
Too calm.
"They took him."
"But it's fine."
He looked upward.
As if staring through the layers of earth toward the night sky.
"As long as he's alive…"
"I'll bring him back."
"Even if I have to overturn the entire world."
Sora looked at his companions.
"Dry your tears."
"The battle isn't over."
"Now that our teacher is gone…"
"We grow up."
"From today onward…"
"We fight with our own strength."
Thus—
The first phase of the Shibuya Incident came to an end.
The strongest sorcerer had been sealed.
The balance of the world collapsed.
But within the ruins—
New hope had begun to rise.
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