The view abruptly pulled back, projected onto the Cursed Technique screen deep within the Tombs of the Star Corridor.
An enormous, icy-blue projection hovered in the center of the Observation Hall, clearly displaying every contour of Shinjuku's ruins.
Takako Uro stood closest to the screen, her fingertips clutching her cuffs, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
She knew Ryu Ishigori all too well.
As a fellow member of the Sendai Colony's four strongest fighters, Ryu Ishigori was even stronger than she was, and the current Sukuna was probably even more powerful than he had been a thousand years ago.
Yet even Ryu Ishigori had failed to fire a complete second blast against Sukuna. Barely three slashes had left him utterly defeated.
Her throat tightened, her breathing nearly stopped, and memories from a thousand years ago surged from the depths of her mind. Icy fear crept up her spine.
"He's too strong..." Her voice trembled, catching in her throat as she nearly cried out. "Ryu Ishigori... just like that..."
A hand reached over from beside her and rested gently on her shoulder.
It was Mei Mei.
She did not turn toward Takako Uro, her gaze remaining steady on the screen.
"You're underestimating Qingxiao and Satoru Gojo."
Takako Uro whipped her head around to look at her.
"Ryu Ishigori is strong." Mei Mei's voice was quiet, but every word was clear. "But in that battle in Sendai, did you really think Qingxiao used his full strength?"
Takako Uro's throat bobbed, but she said nothing.
"And then there's Satoru Gojo."
Mei Mei lifted a fingertip slightly, pointing toward the side of the screen. "While you were watching Ryu Ishigori just now, did you notice where Satoru Gojo was?"
Takako Uro froze for a moment.
She recalled the scene. When Ryu Ishigori fired, Satoru Gojo