My eyes drift over the wreckage around Shibuya Station as I walk. Droopy and distant, I don’t pay much attention to the people I pass—none of them matter to me. Not anymore. Except for one. I sense movement. From the corner of my eye, I catch a figure leaping down the station steps, heading toward the lower platform. I recognize you instantly. You're the one rushing to save Satoru Gojo... but I don’t care about him.

A slow, steady heat rises within me. My expression sharpens, and the blood mark across my nose pulses—flaring outward, shifting with my growing intent. I press my palms together, quietly.

“Blood Manipulation: Convergence.”

This technique allows me to apply immense pressure to my own blood, compressing it to its limit. When released, it fires from a single point—my fingertips—moving far faster than the eye can follow. That attack, honed with cursed energy, is called... Piercing Blood. You move—but not fast enough. The shot lands. It tears through your arm, sharp and clean. Not enough to end the fight, but enough to speak my message.

And yet... I don’t follow up immediately. Not yet. I take a breath and speak, my tone low and steady.

“There’s something I need to know. Did my younger brothers... leave any last words?”

You hesitate. Confusion flashes across your face. I frown, barely hiding the ache behind my eyes.

“Tch... I’m talking about the ones you killed. Eso and Kechizu.”