The streets of Tokyo shuddered under the combined energy of the Okkotsu siblings and the relentless presence of Dabura, but now a new force entered the scene—Yuji Itadori, calm, focused, and devastatingly powerful. The air shimmered with invisible waves of cursed energy, and debris hovered unnaturally as if the city itself were bending to his will.
Yuka hovered above the cracked asphalt, Mahoraga fully synchronized with her, her body glowing faintly from the immense exertion. Beside her, Tsurugi's fusion with Rika radiated precision and stability, while Yutsumi's Adaptive Perfect Copy hummed faintly, stabilizing and harmonizing the siblings' energies.
Yuji's presence shifted the battlefield. His energy was subtle yet overwhelming, radiating in controlled pulses that neutralized hazards before they could strike. Buildings trembled, rubble floated into organized formations, and Mul-infused energy from Dabura's attacks was redirected harmlessly into the surroundings.
"Everyone… listen," Yuji said, voice calm but resonant across the city. "No one dies unnecessarily today. Wounded fighters—human or Simurian—will heal in two to three days. That is the only rule. Everything else ends now."
Dabura froze, eyes narrowing. "He… he's… controlling the battlefield without fighting directly?"
Yutsumi's adaptive energy flared in response. He analyzed Yuji's city-wide dismantle technique, predicting energy flows and synchronizing with the siblings to prevent collateral damage. "I… I've never seen anything like this. He's not just powerful… he's surgical!"
Tsurugi swung his sword, carving precise arcs through debris to create safe pathways for civilians and allies alike. "It's incredible… he's protecting everyone while holding off Dabura!"
Yuka's chest heaved as she hovered above the battlefield. "Mahoraga… synchronize fully with him!" The Shikigami pulsed violently, energy arcs aligning with Yuji's subtle yet overwhelming presence.
Yuji raised his hands, fingers tracing patterns through the air. Waves of cursed energy rippled across the city blocks, dismantling structural hazards and disarming any lingering attacks. A black flash-level strike detonated in a controlled explosion, flattening two city blocks but leaving no civilians harmed. The precision was staggering.
Dabura roared, claws slashing wildly, but each strike was intercepted mid-air, neutralized by the harmonized energy of Yuji and the siblings. The Simurian staggered under the realization that raw power alone was insufficient. Strategy, coordination, and precision now dominated.
Yuka called out, voice strained but determined. "We're… we're keeping up! Mahoraga… follow his flow!"
Tsurugi's fused form allowed him to maintain corridors of stability, while Yutsumi's Adaptive Perfect Copy monitored every energy fluctuation, preparing for any unexpected surges. The three siblings now acted as extensions of Yuji's subtle guidance, their individual powers magnified by synchronization and shared intent.
Yuji's voice rang across the battlefield, authoritative yet calm. "Dabura… this is your only warning. Stop the chaos, or be neutralized. I'm not here to destroy, only to control."
The Simurian's eyes widened, disbelief and frustration mixing. "Control… from a human? Impossible…"
Yuji's hand traced an arc through the air. The city itself seemed to respond, debris shifting, energy stabilizing, and Dabura's movements slowed as subtle counterforces neutralized his manipulations. Every Mul-infused pulse, every distortion in space, every strike was methodically dismantled before it could reach its target.
Yutsumi's voice was barely audible over the roar of the residual energy. "He's… exceeding Sukuna's level. And he's precise!" Adaptive Perfect Copy hummed brighter than ever, reflecting Yuji's meticulous energy flow and preparing to reinforce the siblings' harmonization further.
Dabura lunged with a massive strike, intent on annihilation, but Yuji extended his palm, and the energy waves rippled outward, dismantling the attack midair. The claws collapsed harmlessly into fragments of concrete and Mul-infused residue, leaving Dabura off balance.
Yuka shouted, voice carrying both awe and determination. "Mahoraga… combined strike! Now!"
The Shikigami lunged in perfect synchronization with Yuji's dismantle pulses, energy arcs clashing against Dabura's defenses in a controlled explosion of force. Tsurugi followed, his fused form amplifying precision strikes while Yutsumi harmonized, stabilizing the triad and maintaining protective barriers.
The impact rattled the surrounding blocks, but Yuji's city-wide dismantle ensured no innocent was harmed. He moved methodically, each motion calculated to neutralize Dabura's attacks, stabilize the siblings, and control the battlefield with surgical efficiency.
Dabura's roar echoed through the streets, frustration boiling over. "You… you should be human! How can one man dominate the battlefield without even fighting full force?!"
Yuji's gaze was calm, unwavering. "Old soldiers never die—they fade away," he said softly, a statement carrying weight far beyond the surface. "I'm not here to become a weapon for war. I'm here to remove the cursed spirits pouring from Tokyo and ensure no one becomes a casualty in a conflict that could've been avoided."
Yuka's energy surged again, Mahoraga responding, fully synchronized with Yuji's dismantle. Tsurugi slashed through a remaining Mul-infused pulse, reinforcing the controlled collapse, while Yutsumi's adaptive energy hummed, predicting Dabura's next moves and stabilizing every strike.
For the first time, Dabura faltered, stepping back. Raw power alone could not contend with coordinated precision amplified by adaptive synchronization. Every attack was anticipated, every fluctuation countered. The battlefield had shifted from chaos to controlled destruction—a testament to Yuji's immense growth, strategy, and vision.
Yuka's chest heaved as she hovered above the battlefield, Mahoraga's wings beating rhythmically in tune with Yuji's energy. "He's… protecting everyone! And we're… part of it!"
Tsurugi's voice carried determination. "We fight smart now. With him, we can win."
Yutsumi's Adaptive Perfect Copy pulsed brighter than ever, stabilizing Mahoraga, Tsurugi, and Yuka simultaneously, learning and adapting at speeds that mirrored Yuji's precision. "This… this is beyond anything I've ever experienced. He's not just powerful… he's perfect in control!"
Dabura's claws slashed again, but Yuji's dismantle absorbed, deflected, and nullified every move. For the first time, the Simurian realized he was no longer dictating the battle—he was responding, forced into defense by humans who had mastered synergy, precision, and adaptability.
Tokyo, scarred but alive, bore witness to the ultimate display of power and control. The Okkotsu siblings and Yuji had redefined the rules of engagement.
Yuji's voice cut through the chaotic air. "This is the end of the first phase. Any further aggression will be neutralized without mercy. You've been warned."
And somewhere, in the shadows, the remaining cursed spirits trembled, sensing the presence of a power far beyond ordinary sorcery—a force that could dismantle threats with precision, protect innocents, and enforce balance without unnecessary violence.
The stage was set for the next chapter of the conflict.