The courtyard was still recovering emotionally.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Hakari was still laughing.
Takaba had somehow started reenacting the conversation with dramatic voice acting.
Megumi looked like he wanted to disappear into his shadows permanently.
Meanwhile—
Takeru reached behind his back casually.
"…Anyway."
And somehow—
pulled out another identical black uniform shirt.
Silence.
Yuji blinked.
"…Where did you even get that."
Takeru slipped it on casually.
"Backup shirt."
Hakari pointed immediately.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE A BACKUP SHIRT!?"
"…Because stuff keeps happening to my shirts."
Everyone paused.
"…Fair," Panda admitted.
Takeru adjusted the collar once.
Satisfied.
"…Much better."
Then he looked back at the girl.
Who was still wearing his original shirt.
Still slightly red in the face.
Though less angry now.
Takeru tilted his head slightly.
"Oh yeah."
A pause.
"What's your name?"
The girl froze for a second.
Like she genuinely didn't expect him to ask that.
"…You're asking now?"
"…I mean yeah."
"…After all THAT?"
"…I got distracted."
Young Gojo started laughing again immediately.
"…HE SAID IT SO HONESTLY."
The girl sighed.
Then crossed her arms.
Trying to regain dignity.
"…Reina."
Takeru smiled slightly.
"…Reina."
He nodded once.
"Cool name."
Reina looked away immediately afterward.
"…Thanks."
Yorozu narrowed her eyes from nearby.
"…Why does that actually work on people."
Hana quietly agreed.
"…It's annoying."
Sukuna smirked.
"…The brat has accidental charisma."
Takeru pointed proudly.
"See? Even unc agrees."
"…Do not call me unc."
"Unc behavior."
"…I will kill you."
"Love you too."
Young Geto looked toward older Geto.
"…Does he always do this?"
Older Geto sighed deeply.
"…Constantly."
Reina adjusted the oversized sleeves of Takeru's shirt slightly.
Then looked at him again.
"…So what now?"
Takeru grinned immediately.
"…Food."
Hakari raised a fist.
"NOW WE'RE TALKING!"
Takaba pointed dramatically toward the sky.
"THE POST-BATTLE FEAST ARC!"
Nanami rubbed his forehead.
"…How are they this energetic."
But despite the destruction around them—
despite the exhaustion—
despite literally dying recently—
everyone slowly started moving together again.
Laughing.
Talking.
Arguing.
And walking in the middle of it all—
wearing Takeru's stolen shirt—
was yet another absurdly strong person somehow joining the group.
Like this was completely normal.