Ren sat in the sand, still trying to process the beach.
The cursed spirit beside him raised a hand.
"Takeru fights, wins, and copies cursed techniques when he fights someone for an hour."
It pointed toward Takeru.
"He just fought a god and won."
The curse paused.
"He is powerful."
Ren stared at Takeru.
"Okay…"
He glanced around at the beach again.
"…That's something."
Takeru smiled.
Ren continued.
"Well, I can manipulate space, use abilities, and I am very strong."
Takeru's eyes immediately lit up.
"SPAR!"
Ren blinked.
"…What?"
"AN HOUR!"
Takeru practically bounced to his feet.
"Please!"
Ren stared at him.
"You really want to fight me?"
"Yes!"
"For an entire hour?"
"Yes!"
Ren thought for a moment.
Then stood up.
"…Sure."
Takeru's grin became enormous.
"YES!"
The people on the beach immediately started paying attention.
Yuji looked over.
"Another spar?"
One of the Gojo's laughed.
"He really can't get enough of this."
Maki crossed her arms.
"I'll watch."
Takeru and Ren walked away from the beach crowd.
They stopped several dozen feet apart.
Takeru adjusted his sunglasses.
"Ready?"
Ren loosened his shoulders.
"Ready."
Takeru grinned.
"Let's go!"
BOOM!
Takeru launched himself forward.
Ren immediately manipulated the space between them.
The distance suddenly stretched.
Takeru's fist stopped short.
"…Oh!"
Ren smiled.
"Space manipulation."
Takeru's grin widened.
"That's cool!"
He warped around the distortion and swung again.
Ren twisted the space around his body, causing Takeru's punch to narrowly miss.
WHOOSH!
Ren countered.
Takeru blocked.
BAM!
The two separated.
Takeru's cursed energy surged.
"Now we're talking!"
Ren's own abilities activated.
The air around him distorted.
They charged again.
BOOM!
BAM!
CRASH!
The fight continued.
Takeru used his incredible physical strength alongside his techniques.
Ren manipulated space, bending distances and redirecting attacks.
Neither could gain a decisive advantage.
Ten minutes passed.
Then twenty.
Then thirty.
The beach crowd continued watching.
Yuji occasionally shouted encouragement.
Hakari was taking bets on who would last longer.
The two Gojo's analyzed every technique.
Even the curses had stopped their own activities to watch.
Forty minutes.
Takeru was breathing harder now.
Ren was sweating.
Takeru laughed.
"This is awesome!"
Ren smiled.
"Yeah!"
Fifty minutes.
The intensity increased.
Takeru landed a punch.
Ren redirected it.
Ren struck back.
Takeru blocked.
Fifty-five minutes.
Both were exhausted.
Neither stopped.
Fifty-nine minutes.
Takeru wiped sweat from his forehead.
"Almost there!"
Ren laughed.
"You really care about that hour!"
"Of course!"
The final minute began.
Their attacks became faster.
Harder.
The sand beneath their feet was being torn apart.
Then—
BAM!
Their fists collided.
The timer reached—
60:00.
Both stopped.
They stood there, breathing heavily.
Takeru slowly lowered his fists.
"…Hour."
Ren nodded.
"Hour."
Takeru grinned.
"Awesome fight."
Ren smiled.
"Yeah."
Back at the beach, Yuji raised both arms.
"THEY SURVIVED!"
Takeru laughed.
Ren looked at him.
"So…"
Takeru adjusted his sunglasses.
"Yeah?"
Ren smirked.
"Did you get what you wanted?"
Takeru's eyes glimmered behind his sunglasses.
"Oh, absolutely."