Tokyo Underground. Sector 16.
A forgotten labyrinth of half-collapsed tunnels and dripping ceilings. In the center of it all: Mahito, crouched like an animal, humming tunelessly as his hands molded the twisted faces of former humans frozen in the walls — victims of his idle boredom.
Suddenly, a cold wind rustled through the station. Not natural.
Just wrong.
A single drop of water echoed off the concrete.
Mahito stopped. His stitched smile widened.
"Someone's here… and they don't smell like Jujutsu."
One minute earlier.
Agent 47 stepped silently across a narrow platform, watching the cursed energy flicker like heat haze in the distance. Mahito's presence—distorted, violent, shifting like oil in water—stood out even to him, a man without cursed energy.
The Nexus System lit up in the corner of his vision:
Target 1: Mahito – ActiveTarget 2: Kaito Inaba – ApproachingStatus: Engage with extreme cautionNotes: Mahito exhibits molecular manipulation of soul and flesh. Do not allow physical contact.
47's jaw clenched slightly.
He reached into his coat — silver fiber wire on the right, matter creation spark active in his left palm, waiting.
Engagement begins.
Mahito stepped into the tunnel like a shadow peeled off a wall.
"You're strange," he whispered, eyes gleaming. "Are you real?"
47 didn't answer.
Instead, he moved — bullet fast.
He closed the gap in a blink, sliding low and firing a burst from his Silenced Silverballer directly at Mahito's knees. The shots hit — staggered Mahito.
But Mahito simply laughed and restructured his legs, flesh snapping like rope.
"That tickled."
Mahito countered, fingers morphing into a curved blade as he lunged. 47 sidestepped cleanly, caught the arm, and in the same motion snapped his elbow backward, then drove a matter-forged icepick into Mahito's ribs.
PCHHHT
Mahito reeled, but the wound closed instantly.
47 backflipped into the shadows, then created three new throwing blades, launched them in a triangular arc — one at the heart, one at the eye, one at the leg.
Mahito dissolved into fluid flesh. But one blade scratched him.
"You hurt me," he said, surprised."That's not allowed."
He reshaped his limbs into tentacle-like whips, sweeping violently. 47 ducked the first, let the second whip catch his coat, then used the momentum to swing around a pillar. Mid-air, he conjured a metal spike and drove it downward — pinning Mahito's limb to the floor.
"GAAHH—!"
Before Mahito could react, 47 slammed both pistols into Mahito's chest and fired at point-blank. Cursed flesh exploded in wet chunks.
Kaito Inaba arrived — too late.
He caught the scene: Mahito wounded, but already reforming — and 47, circling like a phantom.
"Hey! Stop! Who the hell are y—"
47 turned.
One look.
That cold barcode, those eyes, the silence.
Kaito charged, cursed energy flaring, sword swinging for 47's head.
But 47 wasn't there anymore.
He appeared behind him, whisper-quiet, wrapped the fiber wire around his throat, and yanked — hard. Kaito dropped his blade, gurgling. Before the kill, 47 whispered:
"Your contract ends here."
Crack.
Mahito screamed and lunged. His entire body morphed into a grotesque beast, a lumbering giant of limbs and mouths.
47 calmly walked toward him — now creating multiple objects at once. A hammer, a spike, a twin hook, all materializing and dropping from thin air as if forged by a ghostsmith.
Mahito swung with six arms.47 rolled, ducked, flipped into a slide and hurled a hook-blade into Mahito's left eye.
As the spirit shrieked, 47 jumped onto its back, planted six different knives into its shoulders, and finally — one last creation:
A liquid metal spike, forged midair, red-hot and screaming.
He slammed it directly into Mahito's chest, point-first, while holding his neck back with the wire.
Skkk—THUNK—
Mahito spasmed.
"How… are you… human…?"
"No," 47 replied, voice flat."I'm not."
The Nexus pulsed:
TARGET: MAHITO – ELIMINATEDTARGET: KAITO INABA – ELIMINATEDReward Unlocked – Adaptive Instinct
Reflexively adapts to supernatural phenomena in real-time.
47 adjusted his cuff, straightened his coat, and walked into the darkness — gone before Mahito's corpse finished dissolving.