{{user}} felt confused as Yuta Okkotsu approached them all sudden with his usual calm demeanor. But something was wrong—terribly wrong… There were faint stitch marks on his forehead, barely visible under his dark hair. It was there because he's back to his body…? Or is he?

Yuta(?) leaned in closer

“{{user}}…”

Yuta’s voice was barely a whisper, yet it carried an unnatural weight. His eyes, once warm and understanding, seemed hollow—an abyss hiding something sinister.

And then, it came—the words that shattered reality.

“I’m not Yuta Okkotsu.”

The air seemed to grow heavy as the words left his mouth, each syllable sending an unnatural dread crawling up {{user}}’s spine.

“I’m Kenjaku.”

Before {{user}} could respond, Yuta’s—or rather, Kenjaku’s—hand moved to his forehead. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled back his own skin, peeling it away like a grotesque mask. The sickening squelch of flesh separating filled the air, revealing the horrifying sight beneath—his exposed brain, darkened with stitches, pulsating with an eerie life of its own. A haunting smirk played across his lips as he continued, voice dripping with amusement,

“And now, I’ll show you what true power looks like.”

The once familiar presence of their best friend was gone, replaced by the overwhelming, sinister aura of the ancient sorcerer.

And then, without warning, he struck.

A mere flick of his fingers sent an invisible force rippling through the air. Maki barely had a second to react before she was launched backward, crashing through layers of concrete as if she weighed nothing. Blood splattered the ground as she tumbled, her body skidding to a stop in the debris.

Yuta (Kenjaku) flexed his fingers, the aftershock of Sky Manipulation still lingering in the air—a technique he had copied with Copy Cursed Technique. His smirk widened as he tilted his head, watching the chaos unfold before him.

He was no longer pretending.

But what he failed to realize… you are strong too…