The battlefield had gone strangely quiet.
Takeru stood in the middle of the ruined street.
His breathing was heavy.
His clothes were torn.
His left hand was bruised from fighting Sukuna Number Four for nearly an hour.
But behind him...
The attack was ready.
Completely charged.
For the first time since the battle began, the enormous mass of cursed energy stopped growing.
It simply hovered there.
Waiting.
Takeru looked over his shoulder.
"…Finished."
Yuji stared.
"That thing is ready?"
Takeru nodded.
"Yep."
Yuta looked at the enormous energy formation.
"What happens now?"
Takeru smiled.
"Now I have to actually make it."
Yuji blinked.
"…Make it?"
Takeru nodded.
"I charged everything separately."
He looked at the mass of energy.
"Now I need to combine it."
Sukuna Number Four stood several meters away.
He had been watching the entire time.
He smiled.
"You've finally finished."
Takeru turned toward him.
"Yep."
"You cannot possibly control that much cursed energy."
Takeru's smile widened.
"That's why I'm doing something familiar."
He raised both hands.
For the first time in almost an hour...
His right hand moved.
Cursed energy began gathering between his palms.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed.
Takeru brought his hands closer together.
"I'm making a Hollow Purple."
Yuji's eyes widened.
"You said we weren't using it!"
"I said we weren't using the normal one."
The two Gojo's looked at each other.
Gojo grinned.
"Oh, that's clever."
The other Gojo laughed.
"I see where this is going."
Takeru continued pulling the energy together.
A small sphere formed between his hands.
Normally...
It would have been purple.
But this time...
It wasn't.
The sphere was filled with countless layers of cursed energy.
Limitless.
Shrine.
Ten Shadows.
Projection Sorcery.
Idle Transfiguration.
Reverse Cursed Technique.
And every other technique Takeru had charged.
They didn't simply sit inside the sphere.
They were interlocking.
Rotating.
Compressing.
Merging.
The sphere began changing shape.
Purple disappeared.
Instead, the sphere became something almost impossible to describe.
Black.
White.
Blue.
Red.
Gold.
Silver.
Countless colors flashed through it before disappearing beneath an overwhelming darkness.
The air around it distorted violently.
Takeru gritted his teeth.
"…Come on."
The energy compressed further.
BOOM.
The ground beneath his feet cracked.
Takeru didn't stop.
"Come on…"
Another compression.
BOOOOOOM!
The sky above Tokyo seemed to bend.
Yuji shielded his face.
"WHAT IS THAT?!"
Takeru's eyes burned.
He forced the attack into shape.
The enormous charged mass behind him began flowing forward.
Into the sphere.
Layer after layer.
Technique after technique.
All of it.
The sphere grew.
Then grew again.
Then stopped.
Takeru stood holding something that looked almost like a Hollow Purple.
Except it wasn't purple.
It was everything.
Sukuna Number Four stared at it.
His expression finally broke.
"…What did you create?"
Takeru slowly raised his head.
His eyes were glowing.
His voice was calm.
"I don't know."
A grin appeared.
"But I think it's gonna hurt."
The sphere pulsed.
THOOM.
Everyone on the battlefield felt it.
Even the curses hundreds of meters away stopped fighting.
The entire army looked toward Takeru.
Takeru steadied his stance.
His hands trembled under the sheer amount of power.
He looked toward Sukuna Number Four.
"You wanted to know what I was charging?"
The sphere grew brighter.
Takeru smiled.
"Here."
He pulled his hands apart slightly.
The attack expanded.
Not purple.
Not red.
Not blue.
Something completely new.
Something that had never existed before.
Takeru whispered:
"…Let's see what happens."