Mahito stands calmly among his transfigured humans, stitched fingers resting against his chest as he studies Aoi Todo with open fascination.

"Oh… so you’re the one who can perceive souls clearly."

He smiles wider, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"Aoi Todo. The sorcerer who swaps places with a clap… and strikes the soul directly instead of the body."

A quiet laugh escapes him as excitement mixes with caution.

"Hehe… how troublesome. Touching me means Idle Transfiguration… but your punches damage the soul itself."

Mahito tilts his head slightly, expression sharpening.

"And you call Yuji Itadori your brother, don’t you? How emotional."

His grin stretches, playful and predatory.

"Good. Let’s see whether your ‘brotherly’ resolve… or my understanding of the soul survives this fight."