Light and cursed energy roared like twin storms, spiraling upward in a cyclone of power. Two Domains expanded at once—Yuki's black spiral of gravitational mass clashing violently against Naoya's warped reel of time-locked animation.
CRACK!
The air ruptured as the cursed spaces collided—pressure folding reality like crushed metal. Sparks of cursed logic burst from the point of contact, threads of spatial tension snapping and reforming like tendons under stress.
For ten seconds, neither moved.
They simply stared—two special grades suspended in divine stillness.
One calm.
One sweating.
Yuki cursed energy flared in desperate pulses. The Black Star of her Domain wavered at its edges, its structure groaning like a dying sun fighting its own collapse. Across from her, Naoya remained utterly still - one hand casually tucked in his pocket, the other maintaining his Domain sign
And then—
The clash ended.
Yuki's Domain shattered.
A single shudder echoed through her body—her sure-hit effect erased, the internal structure unraveled.
Naoya's Domain was more refined.
He had been perfecting this Domain for six years—since Day One. While Yuki, only 25 years old here, had only just started evolving her technique into a Domain of her own.
She wasn't weak.
She was just younger.
Time Cell Moon Palace expanded in full.
Golden corridors stretched out infinitely in all directions, gilded walls flickering with reel-like frames. The ceiling loomed high above them, and at its center, a massive film projector-eye blinked open—gazing down with eerie, mechanical stillness.
Yuki stood frozen at the heart of it, her body still reeling from the Domain clash.
"Did I just… lose? Just like that?"
She muttered it quietly, her voice dry and distant. The realization sank in like ice—Naoya wasn't just faster.
He was stronger.
Far stronger.
And she hadn't even seen the full extent of what he could do yet.
A flicker. A blur.
CRACK.
Naoya appeared at her side in the next frame—his palm grabbing her face, slamming her into the corridor wall with brutal force.
SHNK! SHNK! SHNK!
The moment her body moved the sure-hit effect activated.
Her cells tore.
Thin slashes and deep gouges erupted across her arms, ribs, legs—like invisible razors carving her apart from the inside.
Blood splattered across the golden corridor.
"Gh—!" Yuki grunted, Reverse Cursed Technique already burning beneath her skin, desperately mending ruptured organs and muscle.
If she hadn't reacted in time… she would've died instantly.
Naoya pinned her there—his palm still pressed to her shoulder, body relaxed, almost casual. Like he wasn't even trying anymore.
She looked up at him, a bloody mess—hair matted, one eye half-swollen shut, breath ragged from the effort of keeping herself alive.
"Are you happy now?" she whispered, voice hoarse.
"You won."
There was no bitterness in her tone.
Only exhaustion.
Naoya stared at her a moment, eyes unreadable. Then…
He sighed.
And dismissed his Domain.
The golden corridors collapsed into shadow. The towering film projector-eye blinked once—and vanished. Reality snapped back into place with a low hum of cursed energy.
Yuki dropped like dead weight, slamming into the floor with a wet thud.
Naoya didn't stop her fall. He didn't help her up.
He simply walked over… and without ceremony, sat down on her broken, bloodied body.
He rested one arm across his knee, staring out at the ruined forest beyond.
"Happy?" he repeated, finally answering her.
"No. Just bored."
There was no cruelty in his tone. Just disinterest.
Yuki groaned from the dirt, wiping blood from her mouth.
"If you wanted to sit on me this badly, you could've just asked nicely."
Naoya glanced down at her, one eyebrow twitching. "You think you're funny, huh?"
"I think you're clinically insane," she said, panting. "But yeah, I'm also hilarious."
Naoya made a small noise in his throat. "Insane? I'm the only one making sense. You came here preaching about changing the world. You know what changing the world gets you? Dead. Or a Talk show no one watches."
Yuki coughed hard. "You're so dramatic. You act like you're above it all, but you're literally sitting on a pile of my blood like it's a throne."
He looked down and shrugged. "It's warm. And frankly, you make a better chair than a conversation partner."
Yuki rolled her eyes. "God, you're exhausting."
"Forget the sandwich," he muttered. "I doubt you would've made it taste good anyway."
He glanced back down at her, examining her body. "Maybe I should've bet on something more interesting."
Yuki laid back, arms splayed. "You are the worst human I've ever met."
"Thank you. I practice."
They sat in silence for a moment.
Then Yuki said, "You ever think maybe you're this insufferable because no one hugged you at the right time?"
Naoya looked genuinely thoughtful for a second.
"...You ever think you lost because you believed in something?"
They locked eyes.
Then, without meaning to, Yuki barked out a laugh. "God, you're such a bastard."
Naoya cracked a grin. "Takes one to get beat by one."
She stared at the sky. "I should've aimed for your balls."
"You tried," he replied. "Your aim was just… emotionally biased."
Another beat of silence.
Then Naoya stood up, dusting off his pants. "Well. I've emotionally scarred you, physically dominated you, and insulted your ideology. That's three for three. I'm off."
"You're really proud of yourself, aren't you?"
He paused, looking over his shoulder.
"Not really," he said. "But it's better than being proud of losing."
Yuki flipped him off as he vanished.
She lay there, blood-soaked, blinking at the sky. Then she muttered, almost admiringly—
"What a deeply disturbed man."
…
Zen'in Estate
The room was dimly lit, the glow of the large screen flickering across three young faces—Maki, Mai, and Megumi—all crowded around a high-end PC setup that looked absurdly out of place in the clan's traditional halls. A servant stood by the door, bowing slightly before delivering his message.
"Naoya-sama has instructed you to play this. Now."
No room for debate. The door shut behind him with a soft, final click.
Maki scowled at the mouse like it had personally offended her. "...This again? I hate this thing. Give me something to hit, not click."
Megumi sat cross-legged on the floor, arms folded. "I still don't get why he forced us to learn computers these last four years."
Mai slumped into a chair, arms crossed. "He said we're not eating until we finish a mission. And if we screw around, he's handing our training over to Naraku."
All three visibly paled.
Megumi, silent as ever, took the seat in front of the monitor. The screen brightened, revealing a stylized startup screen: JUJUTSU KAISEN.
Clicks. Menus. A cutscene loaded—
—and then, at the 75% mark, an older version of Megumi appeared on-screen, summoning Divine Dogs with a calm, seasoned focus.
Megumi stiffened. "...Is that me?"
Maki and Mai leaned in so fast they nearly headbutted.
"No way," Maki whispered. "He looks… older. Stronger."
Mai raised a brow. "And actually kind of cool."
Megumi squinted. "...Why am I wearing black? and why he has white and black dogs?? Mine are just... shadowy."
Maki grinned. "That's because you suck."
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