The calm before the Shibuya Incident always seemed especially precious.
Like the final brilliant sunset before a storm.
After the internal traitor had been exposed through Kokichi Muta, and the Special Grade cursed spirit Mahito had been severely injured, Tokyo Jujutsu High finally experienced a brief period of peace.
Of course—
Both Yagami Sora and Satoru Gojo understood perfectly well.
This peace was only temporary.
The final deep breath before chaos arrived.
But for the first-year students—
This was a rare chance to relax.
A fragment of youth they rarely experienced as jujutsu sorcerers.
"Hey! You two over there!"
"Hurry up!"
"If you keep dragging your feet, I'm throwing you straight into the sewers full of cursed spirits!"
At the front gate of Jujutsu High—
Nobara Kugisaki stomped her foot impatiently.
Today she wasn't wearing her uniform.
Instead, she wore fashionable casual clothes with stylish sunglasses.
Light makeup.
Confident posture.
She looked less like a jujutsu sorcerer and more like a trendy Tokyo model.
"Seriously."
"You're supposed to go shopping with a lady."
"And you made me wait!"
"Do you two have any manners at all?!"
"Coming! Coming!"
"Relax!"
Yuji Itadori rushed out of the dormitory building.
He carried a massive empty backpack.
"My shoelace was untied!"
"And I couldn't find my wallet for ten minutes!"
Nobara rolled her eyes.
"What wallet?"
"Today a rich guy is paying."
"You just need to carry the bags."
Her gaze shifted toward the third person walking out calmly.
Today Yagami Sora wasn't wearing his uniform.
Instead—
A sleek black casual shirt.
Sleeves rolled slightly.
Slim dark jeans.
Limited-edition sneakers.
Simple.
Yet somehow dignified.
It wasn't the clothes.
It was the aura.
The composure of someone who seemed completely in control of the world.
"Hey, Wild Rose."
Sora sighed as he approached.
"I agreed to treat you as a celebration for Mechamaru's recovery."
"But I never said I'd become your personal porter."
Nobara grabbed his arm instantly.
"Stop complaining!"
"We're going to Ginza!"
"I've been holding in stress for months!"
"Today I'm buying everything I want!"
Ginza
Tokyo's most luxurious commercial district.
Bright neon lights.
Designer storefronts.
Luxury cars lining the streets.
Yuji looked around with wide eyes.
"Whoa!"
"There are so many people!"
"And those cars!"
"Is this really Ginza?"
"It feels like the air itself smells like money!"
He pointed at a store display.
"That bag costs one million yen?!"
"That's robbery!"
"Shut up."
Nobara smacked him.
"Don't act like a tourist."
"You're embarrassing."
She pointed toward a luxury boutique.
Eyes blazing.
"I've wanted that limited edition bag forever."
"They were sold out last time."
"Today I'm getting it."
For Yuji—
The next two hours were worse than fighting a Grade 1 cursed spirit.
Now he understood why Nobara made him bring a massive backpack.
Clothes.
Shoes.
Cosmetics.
Accessories.
Shopping bags stacked higher and higher.
"How about this dress?"
"Do these shoes match this jacket?"
"Or maybe the red ones?"
"SORA!"
"Swipe the card!"
"I want this too!"
"And that!"
Meanwhile—
Yagami Sora followed calmly behind.
Every time the clerk quoted the price—
He simply nodded.
[System Notification: 100 points consumed → 10,000,000 yen exchanged.]
For Sora—
Money was meaningless.
Points were abundant.
In a world heading toward catastrophe—
Only power truly mattered.
Everything else was just paper.
"This one."
"And this one."
"And this one too."
Sora pointed at several premium outfits.
"Wrap all of these."
"Except the ones with ugly colors."
"Yes, sir!"
The sales assistant nearly trembled.
She had never seen such a customer.
Nobara jumped excitedly.
"Sora!"
"You're amazing!"
"You're officially my half-brother now!"
"Anyone who messes with you gets nailed to death!"
Yuji muttered beneath a mountain of shopping bags.
"…You just called him slow earlier."
Just as they left the store—
Several delinquent-looking men blocked the sidewalk.
Dyed blond hair.
Cigarettes hanging from their mouths.
Their eyes scanned Nobara with obvious bad intentions.
"Hey there."
The leader smirked.
"You're pretty cute."
"Shopping alone?"
"How about hanging out with us?"
"I know somewhere way more fun than this."
"Get lost."
Nobara replied coldly.
Her hand quietly moved toward the hammer hanging at her waist.
The thug reached for her wrist.
"Don't act so high and mighty—"
BANG.
Before he finished—
His body flew backward.
Like he had been hit by an invisible truck.
He crashed into a garbage bin.
Trash scattered everywhere.
"Cough—!"
He spat blood.
Eyes full of terror.
Standing in front of Nobara—
Yagami Sora.
One hand still casually in his pocket.
His gaze was icy.
"Who gave you permission…"
"…to touch my student?"
The pressure he released was overwhelming.
A killing intent formed through countless battles.
To ordinary people—
It felt like facing a prehistoric predator.
The remaining delinquents froze.
Their legs trembling.
Some nearly wet themselves.
"Monster…"
They grabbed their injured leader and ran.
Without daring to say another word.
"Tch."
Nobara clicked her tongue.
"I didn't even get to use Resonance."
"That trash wasn't worth it."
Sora shrugged.
"You'd only dirty your hammer."
He turned back into his usual relaxed self.
As if the intimidation moments earlier had never happened.
"Come on."
"There's a famous sushi place nearby."
"All you can eat."
"My treat."
Yuji instantly brightened.
"YES!"
"I want ten plates of fatty tuna!"
"Make that twenty!"
Nobara shouted.
"I'm eating until I get my money's worth!"
Watching the two argue—
Sora smiled quietly.
This kind of ordinary life…
Was precious.
But time was running out.
"Enjoy it."
He murmured softly.
"Before that hell begins."
His voice disappeared into the bustling streets.
"I'll protect this peace."
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