The moment Takeru's thumb started moving, everyone should've known something irreversible was coming.
Tap.
Tap tap tap.
Rapid.
Confident.
No hesitation.
Yuji squinted.
"…Why does that sound like danger."
Megumi frowned.
"…It always does."
Nobara leaned forward.
"…He's doing the thing where he ignores consequences again."
Hakari, however, looked intrigued.
"…I respect the speed."
Kirara immediately grabbed his sleeve.
"…No you don't."
Takeru didn't even look up from the phone.
"Done."
Silence.
Then—
a distant rumble.
Yuji turned his head slowly.
"…What did you do."
The answer arrived immediately.
Five trucks.
Massive.
Parked directly outside Jujutsu High.
Perfectly aligned like they had always belonged there.
Megumi stared.
"…Why are there trucks."
Takeru stood up casually.
"Delivery."
Hakari immediately grinned.
"…Oh this is getting good."
Kirara sighed.
"…It is getting worse."
Takeru snapped his fingers.
Two of the trucks simply vanished.
No explosion.
No noise.
Just gone.
Yuji blinked.
"…Where did they go."
Takeru pointed upward.
"Island."
Silence.
Then—
on the cursed spirit island—
two fully loaded trucks appeared in perfect condition.
And immediately—
everything inside unfolded.
Sports fields.
A full football area.
A soccer field.
Volleyball nets already set.
Badminton setup mid-air somehow stabilized by cursed energy.
A baseball diamond.
Then—
a garden zone.
Perfect soil.
Gardening tools neatly arranged.
Seeds already sorted.
Then—
a toy section.
Buckets of games.
Random recreational items.
Things no cursed spirit should ever reasonably enjoy.
Yuji slowly whispered.
"…He gave them a park."
Megumi muttered.
"…He gave them a lifestyle."
Nobara shook her head.
"…This is insane."
Hakari leaned back.
"…This is peak management."
Kirara stared at him.
"…Stop agreeing with him."
Meanwhile—
Takeru nodded satisfied.
"Now they're productive."
Geto exhaled slowly.
"…You industrialized relaxation."
Takeru shrugged.
"Correct."
Then—
the remaining three trucks were pushed forward.
Hakari immediately lit up.
"…Those ours?"
Takeru nodded.
"You and Geto split them."
Geto blinked.
"…Three trucks worth."
"Correct."
Hakari cracked his knuckles.
"…Now we're talking."
Kirara immediately stepped back.
"…This is going to escalate."
Yuji pointed.
"…WHY ARE WE DISTRIBUTING TRUCKS LIKE LOOT."
Megumi muttered.
"…I've stopped asking that question."
And somewhere far away—
on the island—
even Sukuna paused while sitting in the "relaxation zone."
Ryomen Sukuna
He looked at a newly appeared baseball field.
"…Tch."
A pause.
"…This is stupid."
Then he casually walked toward it anyway.
Back at Jujutsu High—
Takeru stretched.
"Everyone happy?"
Hakari grinned.
"…Very."
Geto nodded.
"…Surprisingly stable system."
Kirara sighed.
"…I don't trust that word."
Yuji looked exhausted.
"…I miss when nothing had infrastructure."
Megumi replied immediately.
"…We never had that."
And Takeru, already walking away again, simply added—
"Good."
A pause.
"More trucks next time."
Silence.
Hakari laughed.
Kirara groaned.
Yuji panicked.
Megumi accepted fate.
And Geto quietly started organizing his three trucks like a man preparing for an entirely new economy.