"When the last damn name hits the dirt, the Spiral doesn't just chill out. It floods."
—Spiral Lore, Fragment 230 (yeah, it's that old)
Tokyo — Jujutsu High, Ungodly Early
Red light slashed the fog over Tokyo and it's totally not a sunrise anyone wanted. Cursed signatures flared up everywhere, like someone spilled demon gasoline on the city and dropped a match. Shibuya was the magnet, pulling every weird things in. Neon billboards with spiral runes glitched out. Regular folks in suits screamed as cursed energy ripped through the pavement.
Gojo floated above all the bedlams, his single eye slicing through the mess.
"They're pouring in," he grumbled into his comm. "Spiral-born curses, everywhere. Looks like a damn siege."
Ops Center — Jujutsu High
Yaga, Gojo, and a bunch of sleep-deprived team leads huddled over their screens.
"Spiral Cult's anchor is totally toasted," Yaga said, not even trying to hide his exhaustion. "But they're coming back with full swinging with Full city assault and Spiral Reckoning, people."
Akashi, fiddling with a dusty RX-7 model, didn't even look fazed.
"I knew this was coming," he shrugged.
A Kyoto liaison chimed in, voice clipped. "Raids in Shibuya, Yotsuya, Harajuku. Situation: Spiral Reckoning."
Yeah, the mood was not great.
Shibuya — Street-Level Mayhem
Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and Saya were knee-deep in chaos, slugging it out with glyph-curses. Buildings flashed with giant flaming spiral marks, like the world's worst parade. The cult was making a statement, and it was that ugly.
Whenever Akashi's team or Gojo-level sorcerers smacked a glyph, it fizzled out, but there were just…so many.
Civilians ran for their lives—some got cursed just for trying to remember words they didn't even know. Wild stuff.
Command — Spiral Gate's Blown
Yaga's voice buzzed through comms.
"Akashi, Saya—Gate Alpha, sub-level 2. Rest of you: cover the civilians, stop the Spiral growth."
Akashi shot Nobara a look.
"Nobara, Yuji, Megumi—protect the civvies. Saya and I are going in."
Nobara cracked her knuckles, grinning. "Bring your ghost girlfriend back in one piece."
Saya didn't even blink.
Descent — Gate Alpha 2
Stairs spiraled down, glowing with glyphs. The deeper they gone, the heavier everything felt. Someone had blown the Riot trigger—air was thick with it.
At the bottom: a busted torii, roots burning with cursed fire. Seven cultists sat chanting like lunatics, glyphbooks flying overhead, blood decorating everything.
Akashi's eyes narrowed. "No more whispers. Let's make 'em scream."
Battle — Herald Disruption
Saya flipped the script, destabilizing the cultists' glyphbooks until their chant fell apart.
Akashi swept in, calling down massive flame claws. "Dragon Tongue: Spiral Execution Pulse."
He jammed burning talons into the glyph core the whole place shook like an earthquake.
Above, Nobara's voice crackled in:
"Shibuya gates just lit up with new sigils. We're running out of time."
Akashi shoved Saya behind him as cursed spawn spilled from every shadow.
"Fast and ugly. Let's go."
Unity Strike — Glyphs Go Boom
Akashi clapped hands over the torii glyph, and muttered something under his breath.
Domain Fragment: Spiral Collapse Core.
Ground bucked.
Torii exploded. Cultists went up in cursed flames. Glyphs shattered, thunder peeled.
He and Saya bolted. Upstairs, Nobara's nails detonated glyphboards; Yuji hit Black Flash; Megumi dropped his funeral illusion.
Cleanup on aisle chaos.
Aftermath — Stillness
City streets, busted and bleeding. Asphalt cracked. Spiral graffiti smeared everywhere. Civilians patched each other up, and looking hell-shocked.
Akashi leaned next to Saya by the gate.
"That's all the Heralds," he said, sounding tired.
Saya exhaled, slow and steady.
"We're not finished."
Command Briefing — Night
The crew regrouped in the war room.
Gojo rubbed his neck, staring at the dim glyph on Akashi's chest.
"The Assault's slowed," Yaga muttered. "But the fucking cult fragments keep popping up all over."
Akashi traced his chest, frowning.
"I never spoke the name."
Gojo's voice went soft:
"So they didn't call Sukuna. They called…something else. Something that remembers."
Akashi's eyes glimmered.
"Then we're ready for the Spiral god," he said.
Night — Rooftop
Akashi and Nobara watched Tokyo's scars glow under the streetlights.
Nobara leaned into him.
"What now?"
Akashi shrugged, shirt slipping open.
"Tomorrow, we hunt the core."
She traced his glyph, smiling.
"Let's burn its name right out of us."