"The Spiral remembers all sins—even the ones you were never meant to know."
—Some monk, probably, Spiral Fragment Archive 003-A
Spiral Shrine – Memory Domain
So, picture this: corpse on the altar, just chilling. Then, oops, it sits up. And yeah, it's Akashi's face staring back—same eyes, that familiar scar, just... dead inside. Like, mannequin vibes, but cursed. Not even a real ghost. Just a memory gone rotten.
Project Ten-Tongue's leftovers, right there. The experiment that spat out Akashi Ryuunosuke.
"You shouldn't exist," that Echo thing sneers, all smug. "You're the screwed-up thing that kept breathing."
Akashi just cracks his knuckles. "Yet here I am. Still kicking. Wanna go?"
The walls start freaking out, spiral runes lighting up like someone set the place on fire.
The Truth Bomb
Echo lifts its hand—bam! The room floods with memories. Not illusions, memories. Akashi gets front-row seats to a nightmare: kids lined up, spiral junk jammed in their bodies, screaming, melting under the weight. Each one stamped with a rune—One-Tongue, Two-Tongue, you get the idea. All the way to Ten.
Him.
The Echo spits, "You weren't born. You were built. Just a walking, talking cursed tool."
Akashi feels it snapped inside him—pain like swallowing glass. But he just grits his teeth with clenching fist....
"Guess I'll be the first tool to break its own curse, then."
Fight Time – Akashi vs. Spiral Echo
All hell breaks loose. Akashi pops Dragon Tongue, spirals crawling up his arms like living tattoos.
"Cursed Technique: Tongue Lash – Shear Pulse!"
He charges. Blows rip through the memory world, but the Echo? It's not backing down. Mirrors every move, like fighting his own shadow—but meaner and full of baggage.
"You fear the truth," the Echo hisses, choking him out. "You are the Spiral's mistake."
Akashi just headbutts the thing. "Nah. I'm the ending."
Fingers fly, Spiral Sign flips inside out.
"Cursed Reversal Technique: Tongue Breaker: Mirror Shatter!"
Snap—Echo comes apart, memories crumbling into dust. Akashi's left, panting, knuckles white.
Altar Meltdown
The shrine shudders, like it's about to puke up something worse. The Eye in the wall cracks—just a hairline, but that's enough. Something ancient howls from the gap. Akashi spins around, heart in his throat.
And he sees it. Just a glimpse—a face, inhuman and watching. Not Reika. Not the monks. Something old as sin.
"That... That's....definitely wasn't the main boss," he mutters.
Back at Jujutsu High
Yaga's little toys start screaming. Gojo looks up, eyes sharp like he just smelled trouble.
"He poked something that should've stayed buried."
Utahime's voice drops to a whisper. "What did he wake up?"
Gojo's grin? Gone. Not a joke anymore.
"Not a curse. Not a spirit."
He almost looks impressed—and maybe a little scared.
"He woke up the Spiral's author."