Sebas followed Jogo through the tunnels of Shibuya Station at a comfortable distance of about twenty feet, hands behind his back, walking like a man on a Sunday stroll through a park.
The zombie was still tapping Jogo's back.
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"Uuuuuuuhhh."
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Jogo hadn't spoken in four minutes. His flames were dim. His shoulders were slumped. He looked like a man on his commute home after the worst day of his life. Which, technically, it was.
Sebas cleared his throat.
"And here we observe the lesser volcanic spirit in its natural habitat," Sebas whispered in the most dramatic David Attenborough voice he could manage. "Once a proud apex predator, the creature has been reduced to a state of quiet surrender. Notice the dimming of the flames — a clear sign of emotional defeat."
Jogo's eye twitched but he didn't turn around.
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"The Netherite zombie — a persistent and deeply stupid organism — continues its lifelong mission of following the volcanic specimen. Scientists remain unsure whether the zombie is aware it is alive. Current evidence suggests: barely."
"Uuuuuuuhhh," said the zombie, right on cue.
"A haunting mating call," Sebas narrated.
"THAT'S NOT WHAT THAT IS," Jogo snapped without turning around.
"The volcanic spirit responds with aggression — a defence mechanism commonly seen in creatures that have lost all control of their circumstances."
Jogo walked faster. The zombie walked faster. Sebas walked faster. The distance between all three remained exactly the same. They were a sad little convoy moving through the underground tunnels of Shibuya like the world's worst field trip.
They passed Mahito.
Mahito was leaning against a wall, arms crossed, grinning. Because Mahito was always grinning. That was his whole thing. Being the worst and grinning about it.
"Having fun, Jogo?" Mahito called out.
"Shut up."
"What IS that thing?"
"I don't know."
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"It's touching you."
"I KNOW."
Mahito looked at Sebas. Sebas looked at Mahito. Sebas squinted.
"Yo, why does that guy look like he was made by a five-year-old out of Play-Doh?"
Mahito's grin disappeared for exactly one second. One beautiful, glorious second.
Then it came back. Because Mahito was Mahito and nothing kept him down except character development he would never receive.
"I like you," Mahito said. "You're funny."
"I don't like you," Sebas replied. "You look like a Roblox character that got left in the microwave."
Sebas kept walking. Mahito stood there. For the first time in his existence, a cursed spirit born from humanity's hatred of each other had absolutely no idea what a Roblox was but knew — instinctively, deeply, spiritually — that he had just been violated.
The tunnel opened into a wider corridor. Jogo was speed-walking now. Not running — he was too proud to run from a zombie. But he was doing that walk. You know the walk. The walk of a man who's pretending he's not being chased while absolutely being chased.
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"Uuuuuuuhhh."
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"And the pursuit continues," Sebas narrated, crouching behind a pillar like a wildlife cameraman. "The volcanic spirit attempts to increase pace without appearing desperate. A futile effort. The zombie has no concept of dignity and therefore cannot be outpaced by it."
Jogo tried turning a corner sharply. The zombie turned the corner sharply... It was always exactly three feet behind Jogo. Like a shadow. A groaning, Netherite-wearing, ring-stacked shadow.
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"Have you considered," Sebas called out, "that maybe he just wants to be friends?"
"IT IS HITTING ME."
"Lightly though. Love taps."
"I WILL BURN THIS ENTIRE STATION DOWN—"
"You already tried fire. The fire approach is not working, mate. Maybe try talking to it. Communication is key in any relationship."
Jogo whirled around and SCREAMED directly into the zombie's face. Full volume. Centuries of cursed spirit fury concentrated into a single volcanic roar that shook the walls and cracked the ceiling.
The zombie stared at him.
"Uuuuuuuhhh???."
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Jogo turned back around and kept walking.
"Remarkable," Sebas whispered. "It felt nothing."
They walked for another ten minutes. Through tunnels. Past rubble. Past unconscious civilians. Past a vending machine that was somehow still working — Sebas stopped, bought a Fanta, and caught back up in three seconds.
The zombie never stopped tapping.
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Not once.
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Not for a single second.
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It was the most consistent thing in the entire Shibuya Incident. Sorcerers were fighting for their lives. Kenjaku's thousand-year plan was unfolding. The fate of jujutsu society hung in the balance.
And somewhere in the tunnels, a mini volcano was being followed by a zombie, and a man with one shoe was drinking Fanta and narrating it.
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"At this point," Sebas whispered, sipping his drink, "the volcanic spirit has entered what researchers call 'the acceptance phase.' It no longer flinches at the tapping. It no longer reacts to the groaning. It has simply... absorbed the zombie into its life. Like a man who has learned to sleep through his neighbour's dog barking. The pain is still there. But it is background noise now."
Jogo stopped walking.
He stood completely still.
The zombie stopped too. It stood three feet behind him. Patient. Eternal. One braincell humming like a broken fridge.
Jogo slowly turned his head. He looked at the zombie. Then at Sebas. Then back at the zombie.
"...Will it ever stop?" Jogo asked. With the quiet, broken voice of a man who already knew the answer.
Sebas took a sip of Fanta.
"No."
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"Uuuuuuuhhh."
Jogo turned around and kept walking.
Somewhere in Shibuya, Yuji Itadori was fighting for his life against Choso.
Somewhere else, Nanami was cutting through transfigured humans with grim determination.
Somewhere else, Megumi was strategising, Nobara was being reckless, and the entire jujutsu world was spiralling into chaos.
And in a tunnel beneath all of it, Sebas finished his Fanta, crushed the can, and tossed it into a bin that was somehow still standing.
"Right," he said, stretching. "This has been fun but I think volcano boy's broken enough for today."
He looked at the zombie one last time. His beautiful, stupid, unkillable son. Still tapping. Still groaning. Still absolutely committed to the one task it had been given.
"Keep up the good work, son," Sebas said, saluting. "Make daddy proud."
"Uuuuuuuhhh.!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Sebas snapped his fingers. A portal opened beneath his feet — swirling, bright, chaotic.
"WAIT—" Jogo spun around. "YOU'RE LEAVING?! TAKE THIS THING WITH YOU!"
"Can't hear you," Sebas said, already sinking into the portal. "Bad signal down here."
"TAKE IT—"
"You're breaking up, mate."
"I SWEAR ON EVERY FLAME IN—"
"Tunnel's really messing with the connection. Shame. Anyway, bye."
Sebas disappeared.
The portal closed.
Jogo stood in silence.
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"Uuuuuuuhhh."
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