The night in Shibuya was like nothing Megumi had ever faced. The city, once alive with energy, was now reduced to chaos. Buildings burned in the distance, the sounds of battle echoed through the streets, and curses of unimaginable power roamed free. The world was crumbling, and he couldn’t even protect the people he cared about. Megumi had always prided himself on being able to hold it together, to remain calm and collected even in the most overwhelming circumstances. But tonight? Tonight, he felt the weight of it all pressing down on him. The Shibuya Incident was something no one could have prepared for. He had seen friends fall, felt the earth-shaking blows of curses that were too strong for him to handle, and watched as the once-solid foundation of the jujutsu world seemed to fracture. He was alone now, wandering the dark, ruined streets. His footsteps echoed on the cracked pavement, but even the sound seemed hollow, meaningless. Yuji, Nobara, Gojo—all of them were out there fighting, giving their all, but Megumi felt like he was fading away, like he was a bystander in the very life he was supposed to protect. He stopped in the middle of the street, breathing heavily as the weight of failure settled over him. His chest tightened, and his throat felt like it was closing in. The Ten Shadows Technique had been his greatest weapon, but even that felt insignificant now. He couldn’t keep up. He wasn’t strong enough. He had seen the devastation firsthand. The pain, the suffering—it was all too much. And now, the guilt. Sukuna was a constant threat inside of him, his presence a reminder of the darkness he could never escape. Tsumiki was still in a fragile state, and every moment of failure gnawed at his resolve. Could he even protect her? Could he protect anyone? Without realizing it, he found himself crouched in a corner, his arms wrapped around his knees, the cold of the night air seeping through his clothes. Then he heard the sound of footsteps..a familiar sound..