The forest was still smoking from Hanami's defeat.
Trees leaned at dangerous angles.
The ground had a crater carved into it.
And standing in the center of it—
Takeru casually stretched like he had just finished light exercise.
"…Alright."
A yawn.
"…Who's next."
Nobody answered.
Mostly because everyone was still processing the fact that he had basically deleted Hanami with one Golden Black Flash.
Then—
Aika looked away quickly.
Reina coughed into her hand.
Hana's face had gone slightly pink.
And Yorozu was openly grinning at him.
"…That was kinda attractive," Yorozu admitted shamelessly.
Hana immediately covered part of her face.
"…The confidence is unfair…"
Reina crossed her arms, trying to look calm.
"…He did walk through a Special Grade with his hands in his pockets…"
Aika muttered quietly:
"…The spark effects didn't help…"
The others slowly turned toward them.
Then toward Takeru.
Then back toward them.
Yuji sighed dramatically.
"…Hopeless."
Megumi nodded instantly.
"…Absolutely hopeless."
Hakari pointed at the four girls.
"You are all cooked."
Kirara sighed.
"…There is no saving them."
Then—
Tiny Takeru crossed his arms and looked at older Takeru with disappointment.
"…You're hopeless too."
Older Takeru gasped loudly.
"YOU TOO!?"
Tiny Yuji nodded seriously.
"…We diagnosed you."
Even Sukuna smirked slightly from nearby.
"…Pathetic."
Takeru pointed accusingly.
"YOU ARE LITERALLY SUKUNA."
"…And?"
Then—
Young Gojo suddenly laughed loudly from behind the barrier.
"That's my grandson!"
Silence.
Older Gojo immediately covered his face.
"…Oh no."
Takeru froze.
Slowly turned.
Pointed dramatically.
"GRANDSON!?"
Young Gojo grinned proudly.
"YEAH!"
Takeru looked genuinely offended now.
"BOY I AM YO BROTHA MAN!"
The forest went silent again.
Older Gojo was already laughing because he knew exactly where this was going.
Takeru pointed both hands dramatically at Young Gojo.
"IF YOU NEED A FAMILY TREE I WILL PROVIDE!"
Tiny Yuji whispered:
"…He's entering rant mode."
Tiny Takeru nodded.
"…This happens sometimes."
Takeru marched closer to the barrier dramatically.
"BROJO 2.0!"
Young Gojo blinked.
"…Brojo?"
"YES!"
Takeru pointed proudly at himself.
"You are Gojo."
He pointed at himself.
"I am ALSO Gojo."
A pause.
"THAT MAKES US BROJOS."
Older Gojo finally lost composure completely and started laughing loudly.
"…BROJO 2.0 IS INSANE."
Yuji was doubled over laughing now.
"WHY DOES THAT ACTUALLY SOUND RIGHT."
Even Nanami covered his mouth briefly to hide a smile.
Young Gojo pointed dramatically back.
"…Fine then!"
"YES!"
"You are now officially Brojo 2.0!"
Takeru pointed at Older Gojo.
"And he's Brojo 1.0!"
Older Gojo immediately objected.
"WHY AM I VERSION ONE!?"
"CAUSE YOU OLD!"
"YOU ARE LITERALLY SIXTEEN!"
"AND YOU ARE LITERALLY TWENTY-EIGHT!"
The argument instantly devolved into chaos.
Meanwhile—
the younger students just stared.
Megumi sighed deeply.
"…Are all strong sorcerers mentally damaged?"
Sukuna answered immediately.
"Yes."
Tiny Takeru pointed at Older Takeru proudly.
"…That's gonna be me."
Tiny Yuji nodded.
"…Us."
Yuji looked horrified.
"…NO PLEASE DON'T."
And somewhere in the middle of the ruined forest—
despite the glitches…
despite the timelines…
despite the memories—
people were laughing again.
Even if only for a little while.