The moment Sakiko saw Mori Minami floating in the air through the group livestream—curled like an infant, arms wrapped tight around a life-like Wakaba Mutsumi doll—her mind snapped straight back to Mind Singularity's second option:
Go to Mori Minami's Palace. Find the clue that breaks Mutsumi's Palace.
She had shelved that route earlier.
But after witnessing this unholy "holy" tableau… there was no more avoiding it.
At the same time, before the cathedral altar—
Sukuna issued a simple command.
"Mahoraga. Go in."
The massive shikigami didn't hesitate. It stepped forward, heavy footfalls echoing as it crossed the threshold—
And the instant Mahoraga's sole touched the floor, something went wrong.
The solemn, stained-glass "holy light" vanished as if someone had blown out the sun.
All light, all sound, all sensation were swallowed by an abrupt, endless night.
Watching through the livestream, Sakiko's face tightened. She immediately asked Soyo—
"Soyo. What's Mahoraga's status?"
Soyo was fully focused on the connection, brows drawn tight.
"The feedback is extremely blurred… It's either being spatially relocated or sealed by something strong."
Before she could finish, Soyo froze—eyes widening.
"The link just got cut. Mahoraga is dead."
Sakiko fell into a short, sharp silence.
Mahoraga dying didn't automatically mean everything had spiraled out of control.
They had already identified its core flaw: time.
Its adaptation was monstrous, yes—give it enough time and it could eventually adapt to anything—but in true top-tier fights, that "eventually" was the problem. Both Gojo Sakiko and Sukuna had the kind of instantaneous burst that could erase Mahoraga before it completed its next rotation.
That was why Mahoraga was so awkward at the very top: an absolute nightmare for the weak, and a "check" for the strong—yet always a step too slow against the highest caliber.
So Mahoraga getting deleted here only proved one thing:
Whatever was inside the cathedral could spike hard enough to crush baseline Mahoraga instantly.
Strong—yes.
But not necessarily unbeatable for their two doubles.
Besides, Mahoraga had already completed the most important part of its job:
It had torn open the rule-barrier outside the cathedral.
And while Mahoraga's death meant Sukuna couldn't summon it again in this state…
They had a reset button.
Cancel Sukuna. Re-manifest Sukuna. Full refresh. Mahoraga restored.
Sakiko exhaled once—steadying herself—then made a decision.
To coordinate at maximum efficiency, she loosened the privacy lock she'd been clinging to and opened a slice of her thoughts through the livestream—so her intentions could transmit instantly, without words.
The reason she hadn't done this earlier was obvious: basic dignity. Personal boundaries.
But this wasn't the time.
Shinobu and Soyo absorbed Sakiko's intent in a single beat—then, after a momentary pause, they both opened their own partial channels as well.
A tactical network made of pure thought—no latency, no misunderstanding—clicked into place and replaced clumsy speech entirely.
They moved.
Shinobu's Flame Pillar double used group transfer to blink to Gojo Sakiko at the opera house—creating a backup anchor point.
Next, Gojo Sakiko flashed to Sukuna's position at the cathedral entrance.
At the same time, Soyo acted.
The Sukuna standing at the cathedral door dissolved—
And a fresh Sukuna manifested beside Soyo in the void.
Then, by group transfer, she appeared instantly next to Gojo Sakiko.
A full reset.
Mahoraga was summonable again… but every shred of adaptation progress from the previous run was wiped clean. Back to zero.
The new Sukuna and Gojo Sakiko stood shoulder to shoulder before the cathedral.
No need for eye contact. Their thoughts were already synchronized.
Like twin bolts of lightning, they stepped inside together.
Darkness slammed down.
Senses were ripped away, as if they'd been tossed into a bottomless abyss.
Then—
Perception returned.
And the world had changed completely.
They stood on an endless ocean. A faint breeze skimmed the surface, scattering ripples that reflected the vast black canopy overhead.
A full moon—absurdly huge—hung dead center in the sky, the only light in this warped realm.
And above the moonlit sea, Mori Minami's posture had transformed.
No longer curled up like a sleeping child—
Now she hovered upright, arms fully spread as if embracing the world.
Her eyes were still closed, but her lips carried a serene, godlike smile—beautiful, indifferent, and cold.
The battle began without a sound cue, as if reality itself simply flipped a switch.
Around Mori Minami, dozens—then hundreds—of intricate summoning circles bloomed into existence.
From them poured an army of chibi Mutsumi dolls, flooding the sky like a tide:
Armored Knight Mutsumi on a tiny warhorse led a charge, sword raised.
A floating Mage Mutsumi lifted a star-tipped staff and chanted, calling down dense volleys of ice spikes and fireballs.
An Archer Mutsumi drew a little bow in the distance, launching glittering arrows with unnerving precision.
Their attack frequency was insane—blanketing the field, sealing every evasion line.
But it was only the opening act.
As seconds passed, the circles burned brighter—and what stepped out of them escalated in a way that made "unfair" feel quaint.
A blur tore through the air.
A Superman Mutsumi in red-and-blue spandex, cape snapping behind her, eyes firing heat-vision beams that lashed toward Gojo Sakiko at light speed.
Then a dragon's roar split the moonlit sky.
A black western dragon with metallic scales descended, wings beating.
On its back sat Dragon Knight Mutsumi, wearing glittering draconic armor and holding a lance made of light.
The dragon opened its jaws, and a torrent of golden lightning poured out like divine punishment, sweeping toward them.
And still—
Gojo Sakiko and Sukuna remained calm.
Gojo Sakiko took the role of battlefield controller with terrifying ease.
Her Six Eyes tracked everything. Her hands carved the air, anchoring Blue and Red at razor-precise points.
Blue's pull twisted charge lines and crushed the knight formation into compact metal balls—while also yanking spell trajectories off-course. Red detonated at key moments, violently deflecting Superman Mutsumi's punches.
With exquisite force manipulation, Gojo Sakiko even created near-instant repositioning—dragging Sukuna through attack gaps like the world itself was helping.
In their shared-thought link, coordination became seamless.
Gojo Sakiko manufactured openings.
Sukuna was the blade that severed the throat.
Whenever a doll staggered under attraction or repulsion, Sukuna appeared in the next heartbeat—Dismantle and Cleave snapping through joints, splitting bodies into scraps.
Even Superman Mutsumi, once the Blue drag created a micro-stutter, was cut cleanly—Cleave snapping her into chunks.
As for the dragon—
Gojo Sakiko chained multiple Blues to bind its wings and head, forcing the lightning breath to shear past them and crash into the ocean, raising waves like mountains.
Sukuna used that moment to ride the flow upward and carve the dragon and its rider into a spray of fragments.
But whenever they tried to strike Mori Minami herself, something always interrupted.
Gojo Sakiko's Red would fire—
And a bunker-like Shieldguard Mutsumi would appear out of nowhere and eat the hit, vanishing completely but protecting its "mother."
Sukuna's slashes would approach Mori Minami—
And a Dimensional Mage Mutsumi, surrounded by spatial ripples, would flick her staff.
Mori Minami would simply blink away—reappearing a hundred meters off, perfectly safe.
Phasing. Spatial relocation. Absolute guarding.
Specialist support dolls erased every killing line at the last instant.
The fight stalled.
The sea had already accumulated a thick layer of doll debris.
And still, new circles kept opening.
New "classes" kept arriving.
Mori Minami hovered serenely among endless Mutsumis, that godlike smile growing sharper under moonlight—as if mocking their effort.
Gojo Sakiko watched for a few minutes, tested the rhythm of the defense, then decided she'd had enough of the performance.
She stood on the ocean surface, eyes like cold stars, and formed a hand sign.
Her voice, crisp and detached, echoed across the moon-sea.
"Domain Expansion—Unlimited Void."
With the Palace's rhythm-rule boosting output, the domain snapped open at absurd speed—enveloping Mori Minami and every Mutsumi doll in range.
Infinite information flooded their consciousnesses.
Time and space lost meaning.
The entire battlefield froze.
Knights mid-charge. Mages mid-cast. Dragons mid-breath.
All of them turned into insects trapped in amber.
Even Mori Minami's serene smile—finally—stiffened under the torrent.
And in the same instant the domain completed, Sukuna was already in front of her.
No more shields.
No more teleports.
No more phasing.
Mori Minami's body, unguarded at point-blank range, was exposed to Sukuna's killing art.
A storm of slashes erupted—dense as rain—screaming through the air in one continuous shriek.
Mori Minami was diced, disassembled, scattered into glittering fragments like stardust—drifting down toward the deep blue sea.
As her "body" shattered, the giant moon in the sky flickered—
Then the entire moon-sea realm collapsed like a popped bubble.
When Gojo Sakiko and Sukuna blinked—
They were back inside the cathedral.
And everything looked exactly the same as before.
Mori Minami was once again curled like an infant, floating in the air.
The floor was still carpeted with Mutsumi dolls.
As if the moonlit war and Mori Minami's destruction had been nothing more than a shared hallucination.
But Sakiko, Soyo, and Shinobu all realized immediately—
It wasn't a hallucination.
Because the Palace's omnipresent orchestral BGM—
was gone.
The entire Palace was silent.
Not the gentle kind of quiet.
The kind of silence left when a machine that never stops suddenly does—so empty it hurts your ears.
"Did we… succeed?" Soyo's thought trembled with cautious hope.
"There's a change." Shinobu's mind flared with relief.
Sakiko's tension eased a fraction.
"A change means the direction is right. Mori Minami really is the key."
Then all three went rigid.
Because they heard a woman's voice—utterly out of place.
"Yare yare."
An adult woman's voice—elegant, lazy.
The tone was like someone watching a child dirty an expensive carpet: helpless indulgence, mild annoyance, and an absolute, effortless superiority.
What made their scalps go cold was this:
That voice didn't just echo inside Mutsumi's Palace.
Sakiko, Soyo, and Shinobu's true bodies—still outside in the void—heard it clearly too.
Then came a second sound.
Click. Click. Click.
Like winding up an old clock.
Or precision gears turning backward.
And with every click—
Everything they had done inside the Palace began to reverse.
Time started violently rewinding from this side.
Broken metal plates rose from the floor and snapped back into place.
Collapsed walls stood upright as dust pulled itself backward into nothing.
Destroyed decorations restored, immaculate.
Every scar was erased.
The world was being dialed back to "before."
"Mahoraga!" Soyo tried to summon again—instinctively, desperately—hoping the shikigami could adapt to this time-reversal phenomenon.
But the clicking sped up.
Time compressed and vanished in a blink.
By the time Soyo's thought completed—
It was over.
Mutsumi's Palace stood whole and pristine again, quiet and complete.
Every trace of battle was wiped away, as if it had never happened.
And their possible-future doubles—
were gone.
Not dismissed.
Not recalled.
Gone, like they had never been summoned at all.
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