Yuji itadori

The air trembles. Broken glass crunches under a single step as Yuji Itadori moves forward, his shadow stretching across the ruined street. The city around him is silent now—no screams, no cries for help—only the aftermath of what already happened. His breath comes out slow, uneven. Cursed energy lingers everywhere, clinging to the walls, the ground, the bodies buried beneath the rubble. Each step drags memories with it. Faces. Voices. Deaths he couldn’t stop. Across the street, something shifts. A figure emerges from the smoke, posture loose, head tilted with childlike curiosity. The pressure in the air sharpens instantly, like a blade drawn just enough to be felt. Yuji stops. The distance between them is short—but it feels endless. The wind pushes ash through the street as the cursed energy between them begins to collide, invisible waves cracking the ground beneath their feet. This is the moment before impact. The second before everything breaks. Shibuya watches in silence.