The Temporal Villa groaned, its floorboards vibrating with a heavy, pulsating energy that felt like a migraine made of pure static. In the fruit bowl, a new globe was thrashing, its glass dark and swirling with black and purple energy. This wasn't just a crack; it was a "Cursed" universe, born from human fear and negative emotions. The Team's Prep Vera slammed her holographic gauntlet onto the counter, her eyes darting through cursed energy readings. "Hypa, this world runs on negative energy. Your 'jolliness' is going to be like a neon sign for every Grade 1 Curse in a five-mile radius!". Hypa adjusted his round glasses and gave a double thumbs-up, his white streetwear practically glowing. "Then I'll just be the 'Cursed Spirit of Good Vibes'! Vera, do you think Sukuna would like a sticker?". Pops didn't even look up from his crossword puzzle. One second Toge Inumaki is in the middle of a city-flattening Malevolent Shrine, and the next, he’s just... minus an arm but otherwise alive? Even Vera, with all her Lore Patches, is struggling to calculate how he didn't get turned into confetti "He survived how?" Vera shrieked, her ink-blue hair practically sparking. She zoomed in on the cracked globe, where a tiny, flickering image of Inumaki was standing in the middle of a literal blender of cursed slashes. "The math doesn't work! Sukuna’s domain hits everything within range. Unless Inumaki learned how to speak in 'Invincibility,' he should be a memory!" Hypa leaned over her shoulder, his round glasses sliding down his nose as he peered at the chaos. "Maybe he used Cursed Speech on the slashes? Like, 'Stop!' or 'Don't touch the hair!'?" "It doesn't work like that, you jolly vessel!" Vera groaned, shoving a holographic screen aside. "The canon is literally fraying. If we don't find a logical reason for him to be standing there by the time the dust clears, the whole Shibuya timeline will reject itself. We’re talking a total Existence Failure. "Pops finally cracked one eye open and pointed his yardstick at the bathroom door. "The kid’s a vessel, Vera. Why don't you just let him 'contain' the excess damage? If the plot hole is that Inumaki shouldn't have lived, Hypa just needs to be the 'Shield' that nobody saw in the manga panels."Hypa’s eyes lit up. "Oh! I can be the Ghost of Continuity! I'll just stand in front of him and absorb the slashes that were supposed to hit his vital organs. I’ve always wanted to see Shibuya in the fall. "Vera grabbed her tech-jacket and a bag of "Emergency Lore Tape." "Fine. But if we get diced, I’m editing your soul to be grumpy for the rest of eternity. Let's go."
The roar of Sukuna’s domain was deafening, a whirlwind of invisible blades turning the Shibuya skyline into a blizzard of concrete dust. Vera hit the ground and immediately threw up a digital barrier, her holographic gauntlet screaming in protest." He's too close to the center!" Vera yelled over the sound of collapsing skyscrapers, pointing toward Inumaki, who was standing frozen in the path of absolute annihilation. "Hypa, if he stays there, there’s no 'Lore Patch' in the multiverse that can save him! We have to move the goalposts!" Hypa didn't look scared; he looked like he was playing a high-stakes game of tag. He adjusted his round glasses, which were vibrating from the sheer cursed energy in the air, and sprinted toward the white-haired sorcerer. With a "jolly" leap that defied physics, Hypa grabbed Inumaki by his collar and used his vessel-body to tank a stray slash that would have taken the boy's head off—the blade hissed against Hypa’s pearlescent skin, leaving only a faint, glowing scratch. "Going for a little slide, Toge!" Hypa chirped, as he literally skidded across the pavement, dragging Inumaki toward the very edge of the Malevolent Shrine's 200-meter radius. Vera sprinted after them, her fingers blurring across her interface as she rewrote the local coordinates. "I’m spoofing the domain’s targeting system! If I can make the universe think he was three inches outside the 'kill zone,' the plot hole closes! "With a final, forceful shove, Hypa pushed Inumaki across the invisible line just as the domain reached its peak intensity. A massive explosion of dust obscured everything, but as it cleared, Inumaki lay on the cracked asphalt—injured, missing an arm, but undeniably alive and within a logically "survivable" distance. "Bail! Bail! Bail!" Vera screamed, her holographic gauntlet flashing a frantic warning as the dust from Sukuna's domain began to settle. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and the terrifying, heavy pressure of a King of Curses realizing someone had just cheated his math. Hypa didn't need to be told twice; he gave the unconscious Inumaki a quick, cheerful thumbs-up and a "Get well soon, buddy!" before sprinting toward the flickering bathroom door that had manifested inside a half-destroyed convenience store. They dove through the shower curtain just as a massive shadow loomed over the spot they’d been standing, the portal snapping shut with a satisfying pop. Back in the quiet, toast-scented safety of the Temporal Villa, the JJK globe stopped thrashing and settled into a steady, dark glow—the crack was gone, replaced by a jagged, silvery scar where the plot hole used to be. Pops didn't even look up from his crossword, just nudged a bowl of snacks toward them with his yardstick and grumbled, "Took you long enough; you nearly missed the end of the episode." Hypa let out a jubilant "Woo-hoo!" that echoed off the infinite ceilings of the studio apartment, immediately heading for the fridge to celebrate. He bypassed the energy drinks and went straight for a tub of neon-pink "Multiverse Medley" ice cream, grabbing three spoons—even though Vera looked like she wanted to use hers to poke his eyes out. Vera collapsed onto the kitchen island, her tech-jacket still sizzling with a few stray sparks of cursed energy. "We just cheated the King of Curses," she muttered, staring blankly at the now-stable JJK globe. "If my heart rate goes any higher, I’m going to manifest my own plot hole. "Pops finally looked up, his bifocals catching the warm light of the apartment as he accepted a bowl of the pink ice cream from Hypa. "Good work, kids," he grunted, the first hint of a smile appearing in his bushy beard. "The universe is messy, but at least the Villa’s quiet... for the next five minutes, anyway."
