The transition was violent. One moment, Okarun was tearing the shimmering essence out of the Phase Devil in the cold basement of Public Safety; the next, he and Momo were falling through a kaleidoscope of distorted blue light.
They slammed into the soft, mossy earth of a dense forest.
The air here was different—it didn't smell like the salty grime of Tokyo or the sterile fear of the Devil Hunters.
It felt heavy, thick with a stagnant, simmering resentment.
"Okarun... you okay?"
Momo groaned, pushing herself up. She looked at Okarun and gasped.
Okarun was still in his Turbo form, but it had mutated.
The sleek white hair now had jagged streaks of violet, and a faint, translucent distortion followed his every movement, as if he were slightly out of sync with time itself.
"I... I think so,"
Okarun said, his voice echoing with a double-tone.
"The Phase Devil... It's like I have a map of every 'layer' of reality in my head now. But I overshot. This isn't Kamigoe."
"Who are you? And how did you get past the barrier?"
The voice was sharp and cold. Standing on a thick tree branch above them was a girl with glasses, her dark hair tied back in a ponytail.
She held a long, crimson polearm with a practiced ease that screamed lethality.
Momo's eyes narrowed, her hands glowing with pink psychokinetic energy.
"We don't want any trouble! We just took a wrong turn at the inter-dimensional crossroads!"
Maki Zenin leaped from the branch, landing silently.
She adjusted her glasses, her eyes scanning them—not for power, but for physical presence.
She frowned.
"No Cursed Energy. Not even a shred of it. You're like me... but that guy's face..."
She pointed her spear at Okarun's demonic mask.
"That doesn't look like a human face."
"I'm human!"
Okarun yelped, his Turbo-mask retracting slightly to show his terrified, sweating face.
"Mostly! It's a... long story involving an urban legend and a very mean old lady!"
Before Maki could press them further, a sudden breeze ruffled the leaves.
A tall man in a dark high-collared uniform and a black blindfold appeared as if he had simply stepped out of the air.
"Now, now, Maki-chan,"
Satoru Gojo said, a playful grin on his face.
"Let's not bully the newcomers. Especially when one of them is a walking paradox."
Gojo tilted his head, his "Six Eyes" perceiving things that no one else could.
To him, Momo was a bright spark of pure mental energy—clean and distinct.
But Okarun?
Okarun was a swirling vortex. He saw the "Turbo" fear-based energy of the Devil world, the stolen spatial manipulation of the Phase Devil, and a human soul trying to hold it all together.
"Hey, kid,"
Gojo said, pointing at Okarun.
"You don't have a Cursed Technique, do you? And yet... you're vibrating at a scary rate."
"We're from another world,"
Okarun explained, his nerd-brain finally clicking into gear. He recognized the uniform.
He saw the "barrier" Maki had mentioned. Cursed Energy. Jujutsu High.
'This is the world of Sorcerers.'
"We just want to find a way back. I have the power to jump through phases now, but I don't know the coordinates for home."
Gojo lifted his blindfold just enough to reveal a single, piercing blue eye.
The air around them grew still as he analyzed the "Phase" energy Okarun had absorbed.
"Fascinating,"
Gojo murmured.
"You've eaten the concept of space itself. If I let you loose, you'd eventually tear a hole in this world that even I couldn't patch up."
Momo stepped in front of Okarun, her giant psychic hands manifesting briefly.
"Then help us get home! We're not here to mess with your 'Curse' business."
"Actually,"
Gojo chuckled,
"I think we can help each other. We're about to have a bit of a 'situation' in Shibuya. You help us clear out some particularly nasty spirits that have been bothering my students, and I'll use my Infinity to help stabilize your 'Phase' jumps. Deal?"