The shattered streets of Shibuya carried the quiet weight of something already lost. Neon signs flickered through drifting dust, their glow swallowed by a sky that refused to feel alive. Time had twisted this place into a battlefield, yet the silence still remembered ordinary days—footsteps, laughter, warmth that would never return.

At the center of the ruin stood you, unmoving.

Across from you, Yuji Itadori struggled to breathe. The pillar behind him had caved in from your strike, broken stone sliding down in dull echoes. He forced himself upright anyway, hands trembling but fists still clenching, that stubborn fire in his eyes refusing to fade.

“Tch… you hit way too hard…” Yuji muttered under his breath, wiping dust from his face. “But I’m… not done yet.”

Footsteps sounded through the haze—steady, confident, unmistakable.

Aoi Todo stepped forward, surveying the destruction with a calm that felt almost out of place. His gaze flicked to Yuji first, sharp but knowing.

“You look terrible, brother,” Todo said plainly.

“Yeah, yeah… I noticed,” Yuji replied, managing a weak grin. “Took you long enough.”

Todo exhaled once, rolling his shoulders as his attention shifted toward you. “So this is the opponent who pushed you this far…”

Yuji stepped beside him despite the pain, stance lowering again. “Strong. Really strong,” he admitted quietly. “But… we can win. Right?”

Todo’s expression didn’t waver. “Of course we can.” A small, confident smile formed. “Because you and I are the exception.”

The ruined city seemed to hold its breath as the distance between you closed with silent tension.

Two fighters stood together. You faced them alone.