The ruins of Shibuya were silent beneath the night sky.
Dark clouds swallowed the moonlight, leaving the shattered city buried in shadow.
The air still carried the lingering scent of burnt concrete, cursed energy, and dried blood.
Yagami Sora stood alone atop the remains of a collapsed overpass.
The cold wind tugged at his coat.
He waited.
He had already arranged for Yuji Itadori and the others to move to a safer location.
What was about to happen here—
Was something he would handle alone.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Steady footsteps echoed through the ruins.
Each step fell with quiet precision.
Yet every sound carried a heavy, invisible pressure.
From the darkness, a boy slowly emerged.
A long sword bag rested across his back.
Black uniform.
Pale face.
Eyes calm—yet impossibly deep.
A Special Grade sorcerer.
Yuta Okkotsu.
"Long time no see, Yagami."
Yuta stopped about ten meters away.
His voice was quiet, slightly hoarse.
"Senpai."
Yagami Sora smiled faintly.
But there was no fear in his eyes.
"I heard you've been overseas."
"Did you get used to the food in Africa?"
"It's alright."
Yuta answered flatly.
He had no interest in small talk.
His gaze sharpened.
Locking directly onto Sora.
"Where is Yuji Itadori?"
"The higher-ups sent me to execute him."
"Oh?"
Yagami Sora raised an eyebrow.
A trace of amusement entered his voice.
"And what if I refuse to hand him over?"
Yuta's answer came instantly.
"Then I'll kill you too."
The moment those words left his mouth—
A terrifying killing intent erupted.
BOOM.
The air froze.
The ground cracked beneath their feet.
Space behind Yuta twisted violently.
A massive white cursed spirit tore open the darkness.
The Queen of Curses—
Rika Orimoto.
"Rika."
Yuta spoke softly.
"Come out."
A chilling whisper echoed.
"Kill him…"
"Kill him…"
Rika's distorted voice screeched through the ruins like a curse.
The sound alone could make ordinary sorcerers collapse in fear.
Yagami Sora didn't move.
His hands remained casually in his pockets.
"How scary."
He said calmly.
"Okkotsu-senpai…"
"Are you serious?"
"Of course."
Yuta slowly unsheathed his katana.
The blade flashed under the dim moonlight.
"Gojo-sensei is sealed."
"The jujutsu world has fallen into chaos."
"If Yuji Itadori isn't executed…"
"The order of the jujutsu world cannot be restored."
His voice turned colder.
"And after the Shibuya Incident…"
"Tokyo Jujutsu High was attacked."
"Toge Inumaki was severely injured."
"He nearly lost his arm."
"I intend to settle that debt."
At those words—
Yagami Sora smiled.
But the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Inumaki-senpai's injury?"
"That was caused by a curse user."
"What does it have to do with Yuji?"
He stepped forward.
Cursed energy began swirling around him.
Dark and violent.
"And besides…"
He continued calmly.
"Okkotsu-senpai."
"Your acting is a bit exaggerated."
"If you truly meant to kill me…"
"You would've attacked already."
"Instead of standing here talking."
Silence.
Yuta stared at him for several seconds.
Then—
He sighed.
The killing intent vanished instantly.
The suffocating pressure disappeared.
"…So you saw through it."
He sheathed his sword.
Scratching the back of his head.
A helpless smile appeared.
"As expected."
"Gojo-sensei said the same thing."
"You're hard to fool."
"Rika."
"Go back."
The enormous cursed spirit dissolved instantly.
As if it had never existed.
Yuta's expression turned serious again.
"Inumaki's injury…"
"That part is real."
"The school was attacked."
"Principal Masamichi Yaga has already been detained."
"The higher-ups are serious this time."
"They want to eliminate everyone connected to Gojo."
Yagami Sora's eyes darkened.
His fist clenched slightly.
"…I see."
"So you came here to put on a show."
"Something like that."
Yuta shrugged.
"The higher-ups are watching."
"If I refuse the mission…"
"They'll send someone worse."
"Someone like Naoya Zenin."
"And honestly…"
Yuta's gaze sharpened.
"I also wanted to see something."
He grasped the hilt of his sword again.
"How strong you've become."
"I won't kill Yuji."
"But if you can't even defeat me…"
"Then you're not qualified to protect him."
Yagami Sora laughed.
He rolled his shoulders.
Stretching his wrists.
Behind him—
Black wings slowly unfolded.
Formed entirely from compressed cursed energy.
Like a fallen angel standing amidst the ruins.
"Perfect."
"I wanted to test something too."
He looked directly at Yuta.
Eyes burning with excitement.
"I've always wondered…"
"How heavy the legendary 'God of Pure Love' really is."
For a moment—
The battlefield went silent.
Then—
Both figures disappeared simultaneously.
BOOM!!!
Two enormous torrents of cursed energy collided in mid-air.
The impact blasted apart the surrounding ruins.
Dust exploded across the shattered streets.
A sparring match between two Special Grade fighters had begun.