Jujutsu Kaisen: Tickless

"Some things don't haunt you. They inherit you."

The courtyard had collapsed into itself.

Above them, the sky had been replaced by an upside-down sea. Beneath their feet, grass turned into barnacled obsidian. The Black Tide of Dagon's rage wasn't just physical anymore — it became emotional, spiritual, familial.

"You feel them?" Dagon whispered.

He wasn't roaring now.He wasn't gloating.

He was mourning.

"They're all me. The drowned. The forgotten. I remember every child eaten by the waves."

The salt in the air was heavy with something ancient. Grief turned predatory.

Miwa gritted her teeth, blade lowered, sweat and blood running into her eyes.

"We need to close the domain," she hissed.

"It's not a full domain," Kamo spat, teeth bloodstained. "It's a cyst. A tumor in reality. It's bleeding across time because we're still alive."

"So what happens when we die?"

"The loop completes."

Inomaki Renji's knees buckled. His eyes burned.

"Retreat."

The word came out twice. Once from his own lips. Once from… somewhere else.

He turned and saw it:Another version of himself — just behind Dagon — mouthing the same word, in reverse. A cursed echo of him born from the domain's instability.

It grinned.

"You don't survive this one," it mouthed.

Renji recoiled, heart jackhammering.

"He's multiplying us," he gasped. "He's drowning us in versions that never lived."

Lightning struck — not from the sky, but from beneath.

Gakuganji's cursed guitar screamed as he slammed a chord, sending a vibration ripple across the battlefield. Spectral waters parted briefly. Dagon's body flickered into its primal shape — an embryonic cursed fetus wrapped in seaweed, dragging thousands of souls behind it.

"You were born from fear," Gakuganji said grimly.

"No," Dagon answered."I was born from memory."

His voice multiplied. The air cracked with layered screaming — fishermen, sailors, drowned girls, forgotten children… voices that didn't belong to him, but did now.

Kamo's stance broke.

Miwa covered her ears.

Renji screamed.

Kamo pushed forward through the cursed soundscape.

He carved one final blood sigil into his chest with his own fingernail, using the blood as an offering, as a curse-bond.

"Miwa," he barked. "Distraction."

"How?"

"Cut open your future. And show him it's not his."

Miwa stepped forward, blade raised — and screamed a name she had never learned.

"GETO!"

Dagon flinched.

In that moment, Kamo charged, blood exploding from his legs as propellant.

He reached Dagon's eye.He stabbed the sigil into its flesh.

"Back to the trench with you."

The cursed pressure popped.

As Dagon dissolved, so did the domain — mostly.The waters fell. The echo loop cracked. Sunlight began filtering in through the broken school walls.

Kamo collapsed. Renji lay unconscious, blood leaking from his ears.

Miwa limped forward.Her eyes wide.

The ocean was gone.

But one figure remained — standing where Dagon had just perished.

A boy.

Wearing the same uniform as Akira.Same build.Same face.

But his eyes were not human.

He opened his mouth.

"This second should've stayed broken."

Then he vanished, the sound of rushing water echoing like a memory that hadn't happened yet.

Kyoto was decimated.

Cursed scars covered the school. The domain's remnants still twitched like barnacles on the stone.

Medical squads arrived hours later. Gakuganji didn't speak.Renji was placed in a sealed ward.Miwa passed out mid-report.

Kamo remained sitting alone, knuckles bleeding from how tightly he gripped his now-useless bow.

"There was another Akira," he whispered."But it didn't smile."