Morning arrived on Spirit Island.
Sunlight slowly slipped through the hotel windows.
Waves rolled outside.
Everything was peaceful.
Very peaceful.
Until—
Takeru's eyes opened.
He sat up.
Looked around.
Paused.
"…Why am I on a bed?"
Silence.
Reina immediately looked away.
Aika suddenly became interested in the ceiling.
Yorozu looked out the window.
Hana was trying very hard to keep a straight face.
Takeru stared for a few seconds.
"…Hm."
Then he shrugged.
"Cool."
No questions.
No investigation.
No thoughts.
Absolute hopelessness.
Outside in the hallway—
Fred, who was somehow there again, shook his head.
"…Hopeless."
A few minutes later—
Takeru suddenly appeared outside two rooms.
Opened both doors.
Reached inside.
Grabbed both Gojo's by the ankles.
"SHOPPING."
"WAIT WAIT WAIT—"
"WHAT IS HAPPENING—"
The two Gojo's got dragged across the hallway.
Yuji slowly walked out of his room holding a drink.
Paused.
"…Normal morning."
Megumi nodded.
"…Normal morning."
About twenty minutes later—
the three appeared inside a huge clothing store.
Older Gojo looked around excitedly.
"…Oh this is dangerous."
Younger Gojo pointed dramatically.
"DRIP ARC."
Takeru grinned.
"DRIP ARC."
Several hours later—
bags.
Bags everywhere.
Mountains of bags.
The worker at the counter looked spiritually exhausted.
"…Sir…"
A pause.
"…Why forty?"
Takeru looked confused.
"Forty isn't that much."
Silence.
The Gojo's nodded seriously.
"Correct."
The worker looked like they wanted to quit.
The three had somehow bought around forty outfits each.
The outfit itself looked clean and sharp:
A tight long-sleeved black shirt.
Baggy white training pants.
Black martial arts slippers.
And long haori in white and various colors fastened with decorative cords.
Takeru wore a white one immediately.
Older Gojo wore dark blue.
Younger Gojo wore red.
The three stood together looking way too satisfied.
Older Gojo crossed his arms.
"…Wait."
Younger Gojo looked over.
"…Wait."
Slowly—
both of them looked at Takeru.
Then at themselves.
Then back again.
"…We actually look cool."
Takeru grinned.
"I know."
Back on Spirit Island—
everyone watched as three figures walked toward them in slow motion.
Haori flowing in the wind.
Hands in pockets.
Absolute confidence.
Yuji blinked.
"…Why do they look like they're entering a final battle."
Megumi stared.
"…They went shopping for three hours."
Hakari looked impressed.
"…Okay but the outfits are kinda clean."
Kirara sighed.
"…I hate agreeing."
Takeru stopped in front of everyone and spread his arms dramatically.
"…Thoughts?"
Silence.
Fred raised a hand.
"…Forty is still insane."