The 5th Special Grade | Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuta Okkotsu stood on the broken overpass, his katana resting on his shoulder, exuding an aura of intensity. His gaze scanned the group below, his voice steady as he asked,

"Who's with Yuji Itadori?"

Choso's eyes narrowed, a chill running down his spine as he connected the dots. "That must be the executioner," he whispered to Yuji. "The one they sent to kill you."

Before Yuji could respond, the blonde man, Naoya Zenin, casually leaned against the railing, looking down with a smirk. "That makes two of us, then."

Yuta's gaze shifted to Naoya. "And who are you?"

Naoya straightened, dusting off his sleeves as he answered. "I'm Naoya Zenin. Maki's cousin. And just like you, I'm here to put an end to Sukuna's vessel."

Choso tensed, his cursed energy flaring slightly as he whispered to Yuji, "You need to run. Now."

Naoya, overhearing, chuckled. "Relax, I'm not interested in stopping your little escape plan. I won't interfere with his execution... as long as you let me use him as bait for someone l'd like to meet. Don't tell your superiors, Okkotsu."

Yuta's face didn't flinch, his expression remaining eerily calm. "Very well. I'll leave the others to you."

Furōkawa stepped forward, anger bubbling beneath the surface. "Yuji, leave."

Yuji hesitated for a moment but nodded, his instincts screaming at him to listen.

As he began to back away, Furō turned his full attention to Yuta. "Just what the hell is going on, Yuta? Executioner for Yuji? Since when did you become a dog for the higher-ups?"

Yuta remained silent for a moment, the weight of the question lingering in the air. Finally, he spoke, his voice cold and unyielding. "Move aside, Furōkawa. This has nothing to do with you."

Furō's fists clenched, his frustration mounting.

"Nothing to do with me? You think this is more important than freeing Gojo? You think he'd want us to kill the very person he's been trying to protect?"

Yuta's gaze sharpened as he pointed his katana toward Yuji, his voice cutting through the night. "Itadori is responsible for what happened here. He destroyed this city and killed countless people-including cutting off Inumaki's arm."

Furō didn't back down, his voice rising.

"And you think that's Yuji's fault? Sukuna's the one who did this! You're blaming the wrong person!"

Yuta hopped down from the overpass, his movements impossibly smooth. He landed with a crack, the sheer force of his stomp shattering the bridge behind him. Dust and debris rained down as everyone froze in surprise.

"I'm done talking," Yuta said flatly.

Before Furō could react, Yuta closed the distance between them with blinding speed, his katana slicing through the air toward Yuji. Furō instinctively turned Onamazu into its oar form, the weapon's broad surface intercepting the blade just in time. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the area.

"Run!" Furō shouted at Yuji.

Yuji didn't need to be told a third time. He took off, his feet pounding against the ground as he sprinted into the shadows.

Naoya smirked and darted after him, only to be intercepted by Choso, whose Piercing Blood forced him to dodge.

"Oh no, you don't!" Choso yelled, preparing another attack.

But Naoya moved faster than the eye could track, slipping through Choso's defenses and landing a sharp kick that threw him off balance. "Stay out of this, blood boy," Naoya sneered, already sprinting after Yuji.

Furō gritted his teeth as Yuta pressed forward, his katana forcing him to stay on the defensive. Each swing carried an overwhelming amount of cursed energy, and Furō was quickly realizing just how strong his cousin had become.

"Damn it, Yuta, what's the meaning of this?" Furō shouted as he pushed Yuta back with a spin kick aimed at his arms.

Yuta blocked the kick, barely flinching, his expression still cold and composed.

"Furō, this really has nothing to do with you. Please, just move," Yuta said, calmly dusting his sleeves off as if nothing had happened. "I need you to trust me."

Furō's eyes narrowed. "How can I trust you when you haven't told me why you're any doing this?"

Yuta smirked faintly, tilting his head.

Then, with a over-exaggerated motion, he winked at Furō.

Furō froze, his memories flashing back to their childhood. Whenever Yuta had a "secret" (usually to tell Furōkawa something he didn't want Rika to know), he'd always give that same eccentric wink. It was his unspoken agreement with Furō to keep things down-low.

Furō sighed deeply, his frustration giving way to reluctant trust. "Fine. I hope you know what you're doing, Yuta. But if you screw this up, I will really put my hands on you."

Yuta's smirk widened slightly. "Don't worry. I've got this."

Without another word, Yuta turned and sprinted after Yuji. Furō watched him go, his mind racing with questions he had no answers to.

Furō turned back to the direction Naoya had run and saw Choso struggling to keep up. His wings flared as he launched himself into the air, quickly catching up to the scene.

Naoya glanced back, surprised. "Huh, you're back? Thought you were protecting the brat."

"I've got my reasons," Furō said, landing beside Choso with a determined look. He rolled his shoulders, cracking his knuckles as he prepared to fight. "Now let's see what you've got, blondie."

Naoya smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You're interesting, I'll give you that. But I don't REALLY care why you're here."

Choso stepped forward, his fists clenched as his cursed energy flared.

Together, the two sorcerers stood ready to face Naoya Zenin, the tension between them palpable.

"Alright," Furō said, his grin returning. "Let's dance."