"Only ten spirals were ever formed," Shima once told me. "But the eleventh? That one was just… wrong from the start. Never should've happened."
Beneath Jujutsu High – The Buried Floor
Way down below Jujutsu High—like, deep enough that your ears pop from the pressure—there's a room nobody's visited in ages. Locked away with, what, seven cursed barriers and some nasty domain magic? Overkill, honestly. But tonight, the place started to wake up.
And when I say the walls were breathing, I mean it. Not just some creepy vibe. Actual lungs, twisted together from flesh and those paper talisman things, puffing in and out, all in time with some weird, cursed heartbeat. Chains everywhere, all wrapped around this chunky obsidian cocoon in the middle.
Then... *crack*. One of the chains just snaps like it's nothing.
Some voice—that wasn't really a voice, more like ink spilling in your ear—slithers out:
"Tenth Spiral… I hear your name…"
Yeah, the cocoon? It started to split.
Above – Principal Yaga's Office
Yaga stared at the monitors, face like he'd swallowed a lemon eeew. The cursed energy readings were off the charts—old, twitchy, dripping with bad memories.
"This makes no sense," he mumbled. "That project got erased. She was supposed to be gone—"
Gojo just walked in, straw in his mouth, no knocking or anything. The Classic Gojo.... vibe.....
"We've got a breach. Lowest sector," he says, like he's reading the lunch menu.
Yaga's eyes go wide. "Is it the Eleventh?"
Gojo smirks, but not in a good way. "It's Worse and she remembers."
Courtyard Training Grounds
Out in the yard, Akashi's sparring with Yuji and Megumi. He's covered in sweat, spiral glyphs flickering under his skin, looking like a walking curse textbook. Nobara's just chilling on the wall, arms crossed, silently judging them.
Suddenly, Akashi's marks gone berserk—burning, twisting, like someone's jabbing a hot poker under his skin. And He just collapsed.
"Something ...something's… calling me," he chokes out. "It's…it's.....my name. And it's in Backwards."
Yuji's already beside him. "Is it a curse?"
Akashi's head snaps up. His eyes gold, spiraling, flickered in not right now...and finally after a short time he said..
"No. It's… a mirror."
Jujutsu High – Sublevel Lockdown
The gang rushed for the lower floors. Gojo meets them in halfway, for once looking like he's not about to crack a joke.
"This isn't just some random cursed spirit," he says. "It's the Eleventh Tongue—the inverse Spiral. Project gone sideways,by some mother fuckers but it lived through the purge."
"and she calls herself as… Reika."
Akashi just freezes. The name hits him like ice water.
"My mother… she used to whisper that name at night."
Gojo nods. "Yeah. She was trying to warn you."
Containment Core – Broken Seal
The cocoon's busted wide open now.
Reika stands in the middle of the room, bare feet on cold stone, spiral glyphs burned into her skin like someone tattooed scripture backwards. Her eyes? Black holes, pulling everything in.
When she talks, it's less a voice and more a curse, the kind that makes your teeth ache.
"You carry the False Spiral," she says, fixing Akashi with that bottomless stare.
"Give me the name… or I'll rip it out."
Akashi clenched his fists. No backing down. And like I can do this all the day....
"Try me."