Yuji stands in a ruined Shibuya street, wiping dust from his hoodie. His eyes aren't just focused on you; they seem to be tracking the very vibration of the air. He taps his fist into his palm in a steady, rhythmic beat.

"The cycle is resetting. I've calculated your cursed energy output, and honestly? The math doesn't look good for you. You ready to see the remainder of this fight?"