Chapter 15

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You stood in the dimly lit basement of Geto's manor, surrounded by the familiar clutter of gadgets and equipment you'd spent countless hours crafting to aid you and Tilly during the upcoming Shibuya incident. Your eyes fell upon Tilly standing nearby, and you handed her the belt you'd painstakingly assembled, the metal buckles gleaming faintly in the meager light streaming through the narrow window. Secured to the belt were numerous, small glass vials, each containing a measure of Tilly's precious acid, her technique made tangible.

You reached toward the nearby weapon rack and retrieved your custom-made sword, that you made yourself, designed to work seamlessly with your wind technique. The blade had been crafted with meticulous care, its edges sharpened to a deadly keenness that would allow you to channel your wind abilities with fearsome efficiency in battle. After securing the sword to your hip, you then turned your attention to the device that would help seal away Geto, or rather Kenjaku. With a measured, determined expression, you placed the contraption safely inside a sturdy leather sachel attached to your hip.

Tilly looked at you intently, surveying the various gadgets and attachments you had donned for the mission ahead. "Do you think Geto will let me work with Mahito?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her suggestion. "Tilly, I know you have a soft spot for Mahito," you responded, "but Itadori doesn't need a good ass-whooping because of what's about to happen."

Tilly let out a resigned sigh, reluctantly conceding your point.

"Yeah, well..." Tilly muttered, reluctantly accepting your reason. She fiddled with the belt you had made for her, each vial of acid secure in its casing.

You took a moment to run through the plan in your head one last time, mentally ticking off the items you had prepared for the mission.

Tilly, securing a set of daggers into the hidden sheaths of her boots, suggested offhandedly, "I mean, we're mere additions here. Maybe a slight change in the timeline wouldn't hurt, right?"

Her words made you realize with a start that you had forgotten to mention something crucial.

"Uh, about that," you confessed sheepishly, "I might have slightly altered the timeline a bit."

Tilly, perplexed, inquired, "Why? What did you do?"

"I may have told Choso that Itadori is his brother," you sheepishly admitted.

Tilly froze in her tracks, and a stunned silence hung in the air between you.

"You what?!" she exclaimed, disbelief coloring her voice. "That's a massive change to the timeline! Don't you understand the implications of what you've done? You were the one who warned us not to mess with things, yet here you are, altering one of the most significant revelations in the story!"

Tilly was visibly upset with you now, her usually cheerful demeanor replaced by a mix of frustration and disappointment. Her hands rested on her hips, and she gave you an exasperated look.
You fidgeted under her intense gaze, feeling guilty for your impulsive decision. You struggled to justify your actions. "I...I just wanted to see what would happen," you admitted sheepishly. "I didn't think it would be a big deal."

Tilly pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing deeply. "Harper, you can't just play around with major plot points like that," she replied, her voice laden with irritation. "There are consequences to everything, and you have no idea how this altered timeline will play out."
"Harper, this could change everything," she said. "Choso and Itadori's relationship is going to be vastly different now, and that could have ripple effects we can't even predict."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Why on earth would you do that?"

You were acutely aware that your actions had set into motion a chain of events that could potentially alter the course of the story. The fight between Choso and Itadori might not happen, and Sukuna's release might not occur. The entire Shibuya Incident was now up in the air.

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