"Are cursed techniques no longer working?"
Satoru Gojo wasn't alarmed; he was thrilled. He had finally waited for this moment.
"Perfect!"
"Let me show you my brand-new power!"
He abandoned his cursed techniques and completely unleashed the pure, ultimate physical strength brought about by the [Heavenly Restriction: Extreme].
Bang!
The ground beneath his feet instantly caved in, cracking like a spiderweb.
Then, he turned into a white blur, instantly dashing right in front of Mahoraga. A straight punch packed with terrifying power landed squarely on its chest.
Boom—!!!
A muffled, thunderous boom echoed, as if it were going to punch right through the atmosphere.
A visible white Mach cone exploded outward with the two of them at the center.
Mahoraga's massive body was sent flying in the clash of pure physical strength.
The ensuing battle completely devolved into a primal brawl.
One man and one shikigami fought from the rooftop to the ground, and then from the ground up into the clouds.
Every clash of fists and kicks triggered violent sonic booms in the sky, sounding as if dozens of fighter jets were engaging in a supersonic dogfight simultaneously.
Most of the day slowly slipped away amidst this earth-shattering fierce battle.
Satoru Gojo had completely figured out the upper limits of Mahoraga's abilities and its adaptation mechanism. He was also fully accustomed to his brand-new, practically game-breaking power.
He found this to be an absolutely perfect, irreplaceable sparring partner.
Just as Gojo was preparing to deploy his newly comprehended domain to bring this exhilarating battle to a perfect close...
A lazy voice leisurely rang out.
"Stop dawdling."
"The warm-up is over."
Ian yawned, seemingly having grown tired of watching this drawn-out fight.
The moment his words fell, Mahoraga, who had just reconstructed its body and was roaring as it lunged at Gojo, froze in midair.
It was as if it had sensed some irresistible force from a higher dimension.
Ian stood in place, not even moving an inch.
He simply threw an incredibly casual punch in Mahoraga's direction from hundreds of meters away.
That punch carried no momentum.
There was no sonic boom piercing the air, no visual effects from friction, and not even the slightest gust of wind pressure.
Yet, the instant this seemingly ordinary punch was thrown, it seemed to contain the supreme power of cosmic creation and destruction, the cycle of all things.
Mahoraga's heaven-defying ability to adapt to anything and its indestructible, formidable body appeared so pale and powerless before this punch.
Then, under everyone's horrified gaze, its body slowly crumbled and disintegrated.
Not even a single trace of its existence was left behind.
Looking at the devastated Jujutsu High, which looked as if it had been plowed through by a meteor shower...
Ian casually snapped his fingers.
A miracle occurred.
Time seemed to flow backward at this moment.
All the destroyed mountains, leveled buildings, and uprooted trees were instantly restored to how they were before the battle began.
It was as if that apocalyptic battle had never happened.
Under Megumi Fushiguro's utterly shocked gaze...
A mass of pure white shadow emerged from beneath his feet once again.
The Mahoraga that had been completely obliterated into dust reformed from his shadow.
But this time, the giant dharma wheel above its head was no longer turning.
It slowly dropped to one knee before Megumi Fushiguro.
It offered its submission.
After experiencing this series of shocks, everyone felt a deep exhaustion stemming from the depths of their souls.
Satoru Gojo even directly teleported away; he needed time to digest his brand-new power and everything that had happened today.
However, within the crowd, Kokichi Muta did not leave.
He controlled an intact Mechamaru puppet, taking difficult steps one by one until he stood before Ian. He seemed to want to say something but kept hesitating.
Seeing this, Kasumi Miwa also stopped worriedly and stood silently by his side.
Ian had already seen through his thoughts.
Before Kokichi could speak, Ian reached out and made a grabbing motion in the air behind him.
Far away in a secret underground room in Kyoto, Kokichi Muta's broken, pain-ridden true body was instantly enveloped by an irresistible force. It tore through space and teleported him directly onto the school's rooftop.
Under the shocked gazes of Mechamaru and Kasumi Miwa...
Ian gently placed his hand on Kokichi's withered shoulder.
An enhanced version of [Idle Transfiguration] was activated.
A soft green light, brimming with the aura of life, completely enveloped Kokichi's body.
Within the light, his mutilated body rapidly recovered, reconstructed, and strengthened.
Not only did he regain a healthy body, but he even obtained a formidable physique far surpassing that of an ordinary person.
The bandages that had been wrapped around him all year round, stained with medicine, shattered inch by inch in the light, transforming into a well-fitting, brand-new black uniform.
A handsome young man with resolute eyes once again stood firmly on his own two feet under the warm sunlight.
Kokichi felt this unprecedented health and strength, feeling the warm touch of the sunlight spilling over his skin.
Two streams of scalding tears uncontrollably slid down from the corners of his eyes.
He slowly turned around and looked at Kasumi Miwa, who was also weeping tears of joy, covering her mouth with her hands to keep from crying out loud.
The two could no longer suppress their inner emotions and tightly embraced each other.
On the rooftop, the others watched this heartwarming and touching scene, unconscious smiles appearing on their faces.
On the rooftop, the sunlight was just right.
That embrace of surviving a catastrophe, carrying the warmth of tears and the heat of the sun, seemed capable of dispelling all the gloom in the world.
Even the lingering, chilling aura of battle in the air seemed to quietly melt away a bit in the face of this pure emotion.
However, this fleeting moment of warmth did not last long.
A flash of blue light flashed without warning.
Satoru Gojo's figure appeared on the rooftop once again.
The cynical, goofy smile that always hung on his face had now vanished without a trace.
It was replaced by absolute seriousness.
Gojo immediately notified all sorcerers to convene an emergency meeting, ordering all Special Grade sorcerers to return at once.
...
Inside the largest main conference room of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
The massive floor-to-ceiling windows ushered in the morning sunlight, yet it could not dispel the heavy, mountain-like atmosphere in the room.
Beside the long conference table, Principal Masamichi Yaga, teacher Utahime Iori, and others were already sitting upright and proper.
Masamichi Yaga's face, which was always rigid and stern, was even gloomier at this moment.
The veins on Utahime Iori's forehead were also constantly twitching.
The heavy wooden doors of the conference room were slowly pushed open.
Several powerful cursed energy presences, strong enough to make ordinary people faint on the spot, arrived one after another.