shadows of fate

Prologue: The Night Everything Changed

The streets of Shibuya were silent.

Not the peaceful kind of silence-the eerie, suffocating quiet that follows disaster. The once-bustling city, known for its flashing billboards and packed sidewalks, was now a wasteland of collapsed buildings, burned-out cars, and shattered glass.

Yuji Itadori stood on the edge of a rooftop, staring down at the destruction below. His uniform was torn, stained with blood-some his, some not. His fingers were still shaking from what had happened.

The Shibuya Incident.

A battle that had left scars deeper than any wound.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay on his feet. He wanted to collapse, to shut his eyes and pretend none of this had happened. But he couldn't.

Because the moment he let his guard down, the images came rushing back.

Gojo-sealed away, trapped in the Prison Realm.

Nanami-gone, his last words still echoing in Yuji's mind.

Nobara-her body hitting the ground, blood pooling beneath her.

And Sukuna-

Yuji's stomach twisted. He had lost control. Again.

And because of that, people had died.

"Yuji."

A voice broke the silence.

Yuji turned to see Megumi standing a few feet away, his face unreadable. His uniform was just as wrecked, his left sleeve torn, dried blood marking his collar. He looked exhausted, but his eyes were steady.

"You're alive," Yuji said, his voice hoarse.

Megumi nodded. "Yeah."

They stood there for a moment, neither of them speaking. There was too much to say, and yet, no words that could fix anything.

Megumi finally exhaled. "We need to move."

Yuji let out a dry laugh. "Move where? Look at this place. What's left?"

Megumi met his gaze, his voice quiet but firm.