Jujutsu Kaisen: Tickless

"The fall of a timeline is like rot. You don't smell it at first. But when it hits… it's too late to run."—Kenjaku

Deep within the fragmented remnants of a failed Domain, sealed underground like an ossuary for broken time.

Kenjaku sits cross-legged beneath a shifting cocoon of cursed talismans. Around him pulse echo fragments trapped in jars — flickering with the voices of people long erased.

A single Anchor Womb shard floats at his palm, gently bleeding memories into the air.

He whispers.

"We're almost there. One more crack, and he'll forget which version of him should survive."

Behind him, the Disaster Curses wait.

Jogo flames flicker against stone. Dagon's tide washes up the edge of the room. Hanami's roots crawl like veins.

"Why wait?" Jogo growls. "Let us burn Tokyo now."

Kenjaku chuckles. "Because Akira is the matchstick. You've seen it — the echoes multiply faster around him. His Domain, even fractured, amplifies cursed birthrates. The bleed makes you stronger."

Hanami's voice is slow, heavy with nature's wrath. "His body's rejecting time. His soul's… tearing."

"And that," Kenjaku says, "makes him the perfect doorway."

Kenjaku stood in the silence of a forgotten shrine, the incense long since rotted, the altar smeared with talismans from a hundred failed exorcisms. His voice, low and deliberate, cut through the stale air. "Go," he said, eyes half-lidded with mock indifference. "The Tokyo students think they've tasted death. Let Jogo remind them what it means to be prey." He turned, pacing over broken charms etched with fading clan crests. "Don't kill them all. Just enough to make them question why they survived. That boy, Akira—he needs the world to fracture before he does."

Port Site 9 — Tokyo Bay

The air's thick like wet cement. Black fog twists over the water, and a temporal distortion flickers like heatwaves in the sky. Buildings glitch — aging, collapsing, then reforming. Screams echo even where no mouths are open.

At the center, Jogo descends from above like a falling meteor, molten CE dripping off his body like sweat.

"I was meant to burn this world long before Akira broke it," he says, voice bubbling.

Nanami's Ratio Technique slices the opening barrage — a fireball the size of a train car. Clean 7:3 cut, redirecting the core just before it hits the team.

"Keep your distance. Jogo specializes in wide-range CE combustion. Maki — flank. Toge — suppression. Nobara — formation. Megumi — backline."

They obey.

Maki dashes first. No CE, pure muscle. She's a blur, slashing at Jogo with a cursed naginata. He parries it with a finger, letting lava explode from his palm point-blank.

BOOM — Maki's sent crashing through a warehouse wall.

Panda intercepts next in Gorilla Mode — body cloaked in steel CE. He goes for a heavy grab — Jogo twists and erupts his shoulder in superheated blast. Panda's entire arm melts mid-punch.

"I've faced Gojo Satoru," Jogo growls. "You think this batch of children matters?"

Megumi casts multiple Ten Shadows techniques:

Nue calls lightning, forcing Jogo airborne.

Great Serpent erupts from the asphalt, grabbing Jogo's leg.

He prepares Max Elephant to soak the area.

But the temperature spikes — Jogo superheats the water vapor in the air. Lightning short-circuits, Max Elephant gets destabilized.

"You can't summon animals when the laws of nature stop working," Jogo laughs.

Toge steps forward. Blood dripping from his ears — he's already cursed-hyperventilating.

"Explode."

The command works — Jogo staggers as the cursed energy in his arm detonates inwards.

He grabs his own shoulder, growling, "That stung."

Then counters with a delayed volcanic surge that erupts behind Toge — flinging the boy into the sea like a pebble skipping across lava.

Nobara grits her teeth, throws Resonance Nails laced with hair from a fallen civilian.

The nails sink into Jogo's back — she slams her hammer down — and his flesh rips.

But it regenerates instantly.

"A curse like you… can't touch me," he says, spinning midair and throwing a compressed meteor of lava toward her.

Nanami tackles her out of the way — his suit ignites from the heat. He doesn't scream. He just stares through the smoke.

"We're not beating him like this."

The temporal fracture opens like a gash in the air. An Echo steps out — a broken, corrupted Akira from a timeline that shouldn't exist. His form is unstable, flickering like a scratched DVD.

"One of us wasn't meant to survive."

He speaks in reverse.

The Echo triggers a partial Domain — clocks swirl, cracked glass shatters mid-air. The battlefield freezes for 3 seconds, then replays in a stuttered loop.

Panda dies 3 times.Maki gets impaled, crawls back, and is impaled again.Megumi watches Nue be erased.Nobara screams — only to find her mouth looping back closed.

The Tokyo students are not fighting a curse.

They are fighting an idea that refuses to die.

Nanami uses the loop to chain 3 Ratio slashes into Jogo's side while he's locked in time.

Megumi launches a shadow trap underneath the Echo, dragging it partially into a cursed well — the same he used on Sukuna once — but it only holds for two seconds.

"You're not the one he's supposed to be," the Echo whispers to Megumi.

The curse pulls back, shattering its own fingers to break the trap. It melts away, leaving behind the scent of rain and rot.

Jogo, amused and satisfied, begins withdrawing.

"Let them live. They'll deliver the real Akira to us when the time comes."

He burns a crater on exit — a brand in the shape of a broken clock.

Toge is unconscious, throat torn from backlash.

Panda's gone berserk, barely responsive.

Maki's bones are fractured.

Nobara's crying, not from pain… but from failure.

Megumi sits in silence, shadow flickering like it doesn't know what to become.

Gojo's voice crackles over the radio.

"Fall back. Reinforcements inbound."

Shoko arrives 10 minutes too late. She just stares.

"We weren't ready."