Yuji's Sister.

Chapter 7

The sky above is shrouded with dark, swirling clouds that lend the scene an ominous, almost foreboding atmosphere. At the scene's forefront, an intense explosion emanates from the school building, dispersing debris in every conceivable direction.  Broken shards of brick, fragments of glass, and a mix of other debris are hurled outwards in a wild, uncontrolled manner, all of which highlight the devastating power of the Curse.

Amid this tempest of chaos, a colossal cursed creature emerges. Its terrifying appearance is accentuated by its vast, razor-sharp teeth that seem to gleam menacingly against the moonlight. 

Fushiguro, thrown violently aside by the creature's force, struggles to mitigate the impact, rolling desperately in an attempt to break his fall. Blood streams down his head, obscuring half his face in a gruesome mask.

With great effort, he mutters, “Damn it, I can’t think straight…” His hands shaking and his vision blurred, he struggles to maintain his bearings amidst the turmoil.

Inside the school's remnants, the Itadori siblings share a look; a momentary connection occurs between Yuji and Mirai.

Moving with the elegance of a dancer, swiftly picks up two injured students, her every motion reflecting her agility and grace.

Meanwhile, Yuji dashes toward Fushiguro, concern evident in his stride. He courageously leaps behind the curse, landing a forceful punch squarely on its head.

"Itadori!!” Fushiguro cries out, both in pain and astonishment, as he witnesses the audacity of the younger Itadori. 

As the battle rages on, Mirai tactically withdraws from the heart of the conflict.

Her nimbleness and strength were apparent as she effortlessly carried the students, her every motion a combination of innate skill and muscle memory. Every move she made felt like an echo of a memory she didn't quite possess as if her body knew what to do even if her mind was still catching up. It felt instinctual, primal even, a blend of latent skill and reflex.

From his vulnerable position, Megumi voices his disbelief. “Why can’t you understand? Just take the students and run!” His voice, laced with agony, is strained as he clutches his wounded stomach.

Despite the chaos, Fushiguro's sharp eyes detect Mirai.

Mirai, now at a distance, is expertly navigating the disarray and heading towards an open, safer space.

Mirai's sharp gaze doesn't miss a beat. While her body works to save the students, her heart aches with concern for her sibling. Watching Yuji face the curse, she feels a familiar pull, an ingrained instinct pushing her to be prepared for anything.

Rushing to Megumi's side, Yuji's voice trembled with concern, "...Are you okay?" He surveyed the battered form of the Jujutsu High student, whose disheveled appearance bore testimony to the brutality he had just endured.

With gritted teeth, Megumi responds, "...I told you to run…"

But Yuji, full of determination, interrupts, "...Forget it! I can't just abandon you. I'd be haunted by the guilt and nightmares."

He paused, a pained expression crossing his features as he recalled his grandfather's final words, "...Help people..."

Staring down the menacing curse, which was now regaining its stance, Yuji declared, "Besides...I've got my own curse to deal with." He launched forward, his leg arcing in a powerful kick, each muscle straining with effort, aiming squarely for the curse's abdomen with a force that would have shattered concrete.

Megumi's voice was tinged with dread as he shouted, "It doesn't matter how strong you are…"

Before Yuji could react, the curse retaliated, its tails slashing the air with menacing speed. With one mighty swipe, Yuji was sent crashing against the ground.