"The Spiral doesn't call to the strong. It calls to the broken, because only the broken know how to change."
—Gojo Satoru, field log, suppressed record
Jujutsu High – Dawn After the Spiral Cloud
So there they are—students crammed on the rooftop, staring up like they're waiting for some cosmic joke to land. The sky's got this spiral cloud just sitting there, spinning but not moving, like a cursed eyeball that refuses to blink. Creepy as hell like I'm watching you....!!!
Gojo's got his elbows on the railing, acting all casual except for the ancient scroll clenched in his hand. The kind of thing you don't open unless you wanna roll the dice on your fate.
He mutters, "Last time we saw a cloud like that? Whole clan just… poof....Gone like that without any trace left behind overnight..."
Yaga up from behind, face carved from stone. "It's the Eye, isn't it?"
Gojo nods, eyes still on the sky. "It's not just staring. It's calling him."
Akashi's Room
Ryuunosuke's sitting cross-legged, cursed energy flickering around him like the world's quietest rave. Sleep? Yeah, right. The Spiral glyphs on his arm have decided blue is the vibe tonight, and honestly, they look more alive than he does.
He's not healing up. He's… morphing. Not the fun kind.
"The Eye wants me to come back," he whispers, voice thin.
He grabs his mom's old journal, flips to a page that's just one fat charcoal spiral. Under it, a single line:
"When the Eye opens, the Spiral must walk."
There's a knock. Nobara swings in, ramen in each hand, deadpan as ever.
"You look like you just watched the apocalypse on live TV."
He shrugs. "Feels like it's watching me back."
Shrine of the Spiral Eye – Activation Site
Way out in this Mongolian canyon, the spiral shrine is different now. Thing's… breathing. Like it's alive, which is not a vibe you want from ancient stone.
Three figures in black robes roll up—curse monks, teeth-talisman bling and all. One says, "The Eleventh Spiral failed."
The next one: "Then the Tenth has to come home."
Somewhere, the Eye blinks. The canyon catches its breath, and a whisper, old as dirt, shudders through the rocks:
"Ryuunosuke…"
Elsewhere – Tokyo Streets
Yuji's just drifting through the city, hands stuffed in his pockets, looking like he's hunting loose change instead of curses. But the air's off—electric, twitchy, full of static.
Then, bam—a pulse. Like sonar, but straight to the gut. It's coming from Akashi's direction.
He bolts. No hesitation.
Jujutsu High – Spiral Chamber (Sealed Zone)
Underground, Akashi stands in the training chamber. Gojo, Yaga, Mei Mei, Utahime, Nanami—everybody's here, and the tension could snap steel. Behind them, a teleport gate flares up, destination: Spiral Shrine. No big deal, just another trip to the edge of reality.
Gojo, voice low: "If You step through it you might not come back yourself."
Akashi pulls his gloves on tighter, jaw set. "Guess I better figure out who I am before I go."
He glances at Nobara, silent on the stairs. She says nothing, but her eyes? Yeah, they're screaming.
Like that without any hesitation the Gate's roaring and Akashi steps forward.
The Spiral Eye just… widens.