Takeru sat quietly on the medical bed, still trying to process everything he'd just been told.
Six Eyes.
Copy.
Curses.
Sukuna.
Multiple timelines.
Alternate versions of people.
A god.
It was enough information to fill an entire textbook.
He suddenly looked toward both Shoko's.
"So…"
Everyone looked at him.
Takeru adjusted his sunglasses.
"If I fell from a mall, shouldn't I fall again and I will not have amnesia?"
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Yuji's face slowly went blank.
Nobara stared at Takeru.
Both Shoko's stared at him.
"…No."
Takeru tilted his head.
"Why not?"
Shoko folded her arms.
"Because that's not how amnesia works."
"But it happened when I fell."
"That doesn't mean falling again will fix it."
Takeru thought about this.
"So you're saying…"
Yuji immediately interrupted.
"Don't."
Takeru looked at him.
"I haven't even said anything."
"I know where this is going."
Takeru pointed toward the window.
"What if I just—"
"NO."
Nobara stood up.
"Absolutely not!"
Takeru looked genuinely confused.
"But technically—"
"No."
"There's a chance—"
"No."
"Statistically—"
"NO!"
Takeru sighed.
"Fine."
Both Shoko's exchanged a look.
One of them shook her head.
"He's still Takeru."
The other nodded.
"Definitely."
Takeru looked between them.
"What does that mean?"
Yuji smiled.
"It means you may have forgotten everything…"
He pointed at Takeru.
"…but apparently your terrible ideas survived."
Takeru stared at him.
"…That's actually kind of comforting."
Nobara groaned.
"Please don't try to make yourself fall off another building."
Takeru raised both hands.
"Okay, okay."
He paused.
"What about stairs?"
"TAKERU!"