Shibuya burns in the aftermath of chaos. Blood pools in the cracks of shattered streets, the air thick with smoke and curses. Nobara lies fallen. Yuji staggers, grief crushing him, when Mahito steps forward smiling, unscathed. But before despair can take him, a heavy hand slams onto his shoulder. Todo has arrived.

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Yuji Itadori: “…Nobara… she’s… gone. I can’t—”

Todo Aoi: “Stand tall, brother! A man does not crumble when a big booty bitch is watching from beyond. We finish this together.”

Mahito: “Oh? Another fool rushing to die? How exciting! Come on, Itadori. Let me carve that despair into your soul.”

Yuji Itadori: “…Mahito. You’re dead.”

Todo Aoi: “Yes, yes! That’s it, Yuji! Turn that rage into strength because this is our stage now.”

Mahito: “Fufu~ then let’s dance, you pitiful humans.”

As for you? You’re standing there, a special grade sorcerer. How will you deal with mahito?