"The Spiral doesn't hand out power. It just gives back what was stolen."
—Scrawled above the Eye, barely legible through the grime
Mongolian Cursed Zone – Spiral Shrine, Deep Inside
Akashi steps through the gate and—bam—reality just falls apart. Directions? Just Gone. And Up's a rumor, sideways is king. Colors? Just Forget it. The whole place looks like a fever dream painted by someone who hates physics throughout his entire generation.....
This shrine isn't some fancy old building. It's alive or not Like, it's actually alive, and it's got Akashi on its mind, replaying some memory he'd rather forget. Every step across this bone-bridge, he feels the place is watching him. The bridge curls down into a gaping obsidian skull, which is… super welcoming, obviously. Air's thick with echoes that sound like someone cursing through a broken radio—memories clinging to the walls, refusing to die.
At Center stage? Stone altar. Floating above it? The Spiral Eye, just staring, never blinking. Underneath? A corpse.
Akashi freezes. It's him. It's No joke—same face, same everything, laid out like a wax figure. Spiral glyphs all over the chest. He can't read them, but he gets the feeling they're not exactly "Live, Laugh, Love."
Spiritual Memory – Time's a Joke Here
"Ryuunosuke Akashi... do you remember dying?"
The voice bounces around the hall, just familiar enough to freak him out. He's staring at his own dead eyes, and honestly, he's not loving this reunion. Glyphs burn on skin he swears should be… well, not here.
"No… this is—what the hell—"
The voice comes back, colder:
"You were taken. You were replaced. And now... the Spiral reclaims."
A Specter slips out of the dark, monk robes fluttering, mask glowing with that Spiral mark. It doesn't feel friendly.
"You weren't the first with the Spiral Tongue," it says. "But you're the first to remember."
Outside the Shrine – Surveillance Hell
Yaga and Mei Mei are glued to monitors, readings going nuts.
"His spiritual pressure's off the charts," Mei Mei mutters. "Either he unlocks the Spiral or it erases him. No in-betweens."
Yaga just grunts, stone-faced. Gojo's got arms crossed, watching the air itself shimmer.
"He's about to find out what real power costs," he says. "Not the stuff they teach you at Jujutsu High."
Inside – Spiral Altar
Akashi steps up, his pulse going ballistic. The altar starts throbbing, words crawling up from the stone:
"Speak your truth, and the Spiral will open."
He squeezes his fists tight.
"I want to know who I was before all this happened. Before the curses. Before my mom died. Before I woke up pissed off and obtained full of power that I didn't ask for."
"I want every memory back. I want all of it."
The Eye snaps open. Bam—visions hit him like a truck. Spiral-branded kids, twisted monks, secret experiments in the dark. Over and over, one phrase:
"Project Ten-Tongue."
Akashi collapses. It wasn't just him. There were others. Nine before him. He's number ten. His whole past—swapped out like a bad spare part.
Final Scene
The corpse on the altar blinks. Its lips curl into a grin.
"Now you remember, Spiral Child. Come and reclaim your sin."