DISCLAIMER, JJK does not belong to me, all rights go to Gege Akutami

Trigger warning; Explicit violence, read at your own discretion


-Outside-

After countless exchanges involving fists, Yuji found out that Mahito was not able to transfigure his soul.

Mainly because of Sukuna's doing.

"Ack!" Mahito stuck his tongue out.

That woman with the cross did something to him.

The five shots fired into him were searing into his body. Even as he had patched the holes, they were potent and managed to nick his soul.

He doesn't know what exactly she had done, however, the burning sensation inflicted on him was like a poison. Even when he could maintain his shape, he knew that he was gradually being weakened.

And the clobbering by Sukuna's vessel was certainly not helping his current state.

Mahito wasn't so stupid, he knew that if it were any lower level cursed spirit, then they would immediately disintegrate after contact with those white strings.

In the midst of his deep thoughts, Mahito was still able to move with little hesitation.

"You're so angry that you forget to watch your back!" Mahito taunted the pink haired boy mockingly, sneaking from behind him.

"SCREW YOU!" Yuji cursed as he hadn't paid attention to Mahito's sly movements.

Yuji looks from behind him and sure enough, one of Mahito's tendrils was about to plunge into his sides.

In that instance, Yuji was unable to move out of danger in time. As he bites back, he prepares himself for Mahito's strike.

CLANGGG!

Instead, Nanami had arrived in the nick of time to deflect Mahito's attack with his dull blade.

"Nanamin!" Yuji exclaimed in shock about the sudden appearance of the older man.

"What's going on? Where's Olga?" The older man spoke briskly.

Yuji quickly caught his breath, grateful for Nanami's timely intervention. "Junpei's… he's with Olga. She's trying to save him," he responded immediately.

Nanami's eyes shifted momentarily to the building where Olga should be at. "Then we'll have to keep this bastard occupied until she's finished," he said, his grip on his sword tightening.

"Right." Yuji nodded his head, positioning himself in a battle ready stance.

"We'll definitely exorcize it,"

Mahito stood meters away from them, standing on his two feet. Nanami's blow was a strong one, disorienting his movements, leaving him unable to follow through with his strike against Yuji.

He chuckled at the turn of events, seemingly happy to see the 7:3 sorcerer alive and kicking. "What a fortunate reunion! Now, what's missing is that scarred-face woman. Where is she anyways? Don't tell me she's actually still with that hopeless kid?"

Instinctively, Yuji looked at the crumbled part of the school building. The curse caught on to this and followed Yuji's gaze, immediately registering that Olga was with Junpei's corpse.

"No way! Is she actually?" It giggled maniacally.

Yuji's fists clenched, his rage boiling over. Though he recalls the example set by Olga to not dignify such provocations.

He takes a deep breath, attempting to cool the fire burning within him.

Itadori Yuji was in control.

They reach a stalemate.

None had proceeded to attack the other since Nanami's arrival, giving them ample time to recover before they make the next move.

Nanami notices an unsettling change about the curse. There were burnt marks engraved on its body. In addition, it was bleeding from its nose, a sign he knew he couldn't accomplish himself as his innate technique was ineffective against Mahito.

"Itadori-kun, how did the curse get those injuries?" Nanami questioned, his voice calm.

"Oh, uh… Olga-san flung the curse out of the building with some strings and shot him. Then, I just kept punching him until the way he is now," Yuji stated for the older man.

"Did he touch you?"

Yuji furrowed his brow. "Yeah, I figured he had expected something to happen. But nothing changed when he touched me many times,"

Putting the revelation together, Nanami deduces that both Yuji and Olga were able to inflict critical damage on Mahito. This gives them an advantage.

It was good for them, in fact.

He tightened his grip on his blade's handle.

"Itadori-kun, you keep hitting it with your attacks. I'll support you as I flank its sides," Nanami directed Yuji in a calculated voice.

Yuji nodded his head.

"Yes," His voice was firm and determined.

Mahito does not hesitate. He sprints for the two sorcerers, changing the shape of his arms into weapons of murder.

His body was fluid and he could manipulate and distort himself however he pleased. Finding that he could twist his body without restraints, he lets his imagination run free, forming spikes that poke out of his skin. The spikes hindered the sorcerers' path to get to him, effectively slowing their course enroute towards him.

The curve of his lips were pulled far back. Mahito revels in how he could make them squirm. They evaded his attacks and even clawed their way through as Yuji used his fist-powered cursed energy to knock down the hard wall of Mahito's sharpened skin. Nanami uses his proficiency with the dull blade to clobber a path for him to Mahito, unrelenting and strong.

This bunch was exhilarating.

As he prepares another onslaught of attacks, Mahito couldn't help his sinister thoughts of transfiguring the sorcerers before him.

How would they twist under his touch?

The absolute despair in their eyes as they reach their ends?

How beautiful their pathetic lives unravel as they contort and turn into the very thing they sought to protect against?

It really gets his blood kicking!

Don't even get him started on that woman.

Oh, if only…

Mahito was beside himself. He had been cackling boomingly to himself for a while now, all while keeping up with the sorcerers' attacks.

They were trying to reach him but he was simply not going to give them what they wanted.

"You creep!" Yuji accuses him but Mahito does not flinch at all.

Mahito throws his head back, pulling the bangs of his hair back as the well-placed grin on his face widens sickeningly inch by inch.

This was thrilling indeed.

"Let's see how you fair with this one," Mahito prepares another attack.

Ampt with confidence, Mahito believed that he should try a more adventurous approach to subdue Yuji and kill Nanami. He was going to restrain them as he had learned from after analyzing the scarred face women's technique. Mahito notices that her attack patterns involve restraining strings.

Now it wouldn't be so wrong for him to also learn some few things from her, would it?

His body felt slightly better, so he was certain about what he was about to do next.

"Blergh~!" He regurgitates three compressed human tabloids—that were formerly small human children– from his mouth and converts them into small beasts. "Attack the short-haired kid with the pink hair," He directed his little monstrosities.

Mahito's sadistic glee was palpable as he summoned his grotesque creations to attack. The three deformed toddlers, born from the twisted remains of innocent children, let out eerie cries as they scuttled towards Yuji, their deformed limbs flailing grotesquely.

Nanami moves to Yuji as the boy was momentarily stunt. He wanted to say something to Yuji, however, he found that his foot was stuck to the ground. A thick substance rooted him to the ground. As he tried to trudge forward, the glob simply pulled at his foot.

"What's this?" Nanami voices out as the mud rises, crawling up to his knees.

It was an icky sensation. Nanami knew he was in deep shit as the mud was halting his movements.

This.. was Mahito. This thick glob under him that was surging and restraining his movement.

He flayed his blade against it to keep the substance from spreading but it only sunk his blade further into Mahito's body turned glob.

As Nanami struggled against the viscous mud-like substance that entrapped him, Yuji found himself facing the grotesque monstrosities that Mahito had conjured. The eerie cries of the twisted children filled the air as they crawled toward him with unnatural agility. Their appearance alone was enough to send shivers down Yuji's spine.

"Kill… Kill me…" One of them dawdled as blood tears seeped from the gaping holes where its eyes should be.

The grotesque cries of the deformed children echoed in Yuji's ears, their anguished pleas sending a chill down his spine. He hesitated, his fists trembling as he faced these abominations.

He had never killed another person before and it had terrified him the most as he was confronted with such a situation.

"Kill me..."

Yuji's grip on his fists tightened as he tried to process the horrific sight before him. These creatures were once innocent children, and now they were twisted, tortured abominations. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, the magnitude of his choices sinking in.

"Kill us, please…!"

The words of the deformed children pulled at Yuji's heartstrings, their voices filled with despair. But he knew what he had to do. It wasn't about cruelty or vengeance; it was about ending their suffering, releasing their tormented souls from their twisted forms.

With a heavy heart, Yuji stepped forward, his resolve hardening. He clenched his fists one more time, then lunged forward with incredible speed and power. His fist connected with one of the deformed children, obliterating it instantly.

SPLAT!

He moved to the next, and then the third, each strike precise and mercifully quick.

The cries ceased, replaced by eerie silence. Yuji stood there, his chest heaving, trying to come to terms with what he had just done. It was a painful reminder of the harsh realities of his new life as a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

There would be times when he had to make difficult decisions, times when he had to take lives to protect others.

This was just another turning point.

One of the first of many obstacles to overcome.

Returning to Nanami and Mahito, the blond haired man was very displeased with being captured by the curse like this.

"Your reaction isn't as exciting as I imagined it would be," Mahito snided at the man. His gaze shifts from Nanami in a playful manner. "Then again, you're still quite useful and strong. I'll have him attack you, too. Wouldn't that make the kid cry? Especially that woman… I wonder if she would cry for your death?"

However, Nanami knew better than Mahito. Despite his restraint, he managed to curve a simple smile.

"That's where you're wrong. Itadori-kun isn't as weak hearted as you might think. As for Olga-san…"

Glass shattered above.

"From the time I've known her, that woman wouldn't cry for me or for anyone in that regard,"

Olga appears as if she had come from the sky, descending upon them as the remnants of her exorcist robes bellowed around her. Her dark braided black hair moves momentarily in the air as she falls down towards them. The look in her teal eyes was dulled but in them rests a hunger.

"I told you, didn't I, Nanami? It was on sight the next time I meet that thing,"

BANGGGGGG!

Mahito immediately senses impending danger at Olga's reintroduction. He knew that remaining in his liquified state would leave him more vulnerable with his body being exposed in a large surface area, so he collected himself, reassuming his humanoid body.

Olga was still in the air.

BANG!

A bullet passes through Mahito's head.

It was a risky shot.

She could've hit Nanami.

With a flick of her wrist, she latches silk-like strings onto Nanami's body, removing him from her shooting range.

She threw him a distance away from her engagement with Mahito, hoping that he would catch on to what she was doing and not interfere.

BANG!

Mahito was—

BANG!

She reached the ground.

A small-scaled crater formed under her.

Mahito needed to get out of there.

Despite the stinging bullet wound engraved in him, he knew that he had to run.

BANG!

Mahito staggered back, blood oozing from the wound in his head as Olga's precise shots found their mark. He realized that he should have run the moment he saw her.

The bullets may not have killed him, but they had inflicted considerable damage, disrupting his cursed energy flow.

He could only slowly restore himself.

Counting the first five shots earlier at the stairs, Olga was now down to her next five rounds.

That was no problem, she had already packed a few cartridges under her sleeves.

Her steps were gradual.

BANG!

She wasn't urgent.

BANG!

Mahito attempts to get up.

He limps.

BANG!

Two more rounds left.

Olga's precision and calm demeanor in the face of danger were unsettling.

It clicked in Mahito.

Behind those cold dark eyes, hides an evil similar to himself.

He wasn't sure if he felt fear, anger, or perhaps a touch of admiration for her.

And, the reason for her soul's odd shape…

BANG!

Mahito couldn't afford to wait.

He had seen enough of Olga's marksmanship to know that he wouldn't survive another direct hit.

Summoning every ounce of his cursed energy, Mahito lunged forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. It was a desperate move, a gamble born out of necessity. He had to get close enough to disrupt her aim, to render her deadly accuracy useless.

BANG!

He forced himself to adapt.

The final shot missed its mark as Mahito's rapidly regenerating body evaded the bullet by a hair's breadth.

He was within an arms-length of her and was ready to pump his cursed energy to transfigure her shape the moment they touched.

Olga's steaming gun was pointed to the air. She had stepped back, seemingly not expecting Mahito lunging towards her.

Like this, she had to be vulnerable.

So why was it that the edge of her lips were deviously curled upwards?

Nanami didn't know it was even possible for her to make that kind of face.

Something was wrong.

Her wide grin was like shattered glass, a fragmented reflection of a mind untethered.

As if momentarily entranced by her, Mahito failed to react in time to Olga's move. She had slid a leg far in between him to break his balance. The hand that was armed with her gun descended.

The back of the gun collided into Mahito's head. Under the impact, flesh mixed in a solid crunch echoed throughout the open space.

One of her hands was free and she slips out the spare cartridge from her sleeve. Even when it was like this, Olga didn't hesitate.

Pivoting to her side, remaining close but not too far from Mahito, Olga retracts her outstretched hand. With a few clicks, the used cartridge was discarded promptly. Her skilled fingers were quick to reload ammunition into her gun.

A final click sounded, and the gun was loaded.

Her maneuvers were smooth and trained, she reached out for him once more. The hand with the gun lands an uppercuts straight to his jaw.

Mahito's mind was in a jumbled state.

Everything became fleeting.

In one instance he's greeted by Olga's face and the next the sky.

The ground.

Her face again.

At this point, Mahito was unable to move.

His entire being submitting to Olga's fury.

The holy woman prods the holed man's mouth with her gun.

The edge of her lips quivering dangerously upwards.

BANG!

A distant cry in the field.

The ripping of flesh.

Dropping lifeless in the mud.

BANG!

The smoke and gunpowder in the air.

Machine guns firing nonstop.

Dead men in arms.

BANG!

"OLGA! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Nanami's voice rang in her ears.

The deafening sounds of the past subsides.

Olga…?

That's right.

That was her name now.

BANGGG!

Blood had splattered all over her face.

Nanami's urgent voice cut through the haze of her mind, and Olga's gaze refocused on the present. Her chest heaved with each breath, smoke gushed from her mouth. She wiped the blood from her face with the back of her hand, smearing it across her cheek.

Mahito coughs a choked splutter of blood into her chest. From the closeness of their bodies, Olga could see the insides of his mouth. A gapping tear was staring back at her in his mouth, a forced upon opening created by the four shots she fired into Mahito's mouth.

His throat was damaged.

He couldn't speak.

Well…

He didn't need his voice.

Or at least he didn't need to use his voice from where his mouth was usually at.

In fact, even as he pulsed near death, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly inspired.

Olga, was truly an admirable woman.

Mahito's body was punctured by the holes from her gun shots.

He was feeling close to death.

He knew it.

That death was looming over him.

However, the woman before him was unlike any other. He was happy. Grateful even. If he could form a smile now, it would've stretched across to the edges of his face.

He steps forward, pulling the holy exorcist into the tightest, bone-crushing embrace he could muster with what little cursed energy he had left.

With this, he could feel a surge of power. Mahito was positively brimming with excitement and delight.

"T-tangk… keuw…" (Thank you)

Olga's eyes widened. She felt the hands behind her back clasped against each other, forming hand signs while the pummeled face curse in front of her sputtered out more blood on her.

She couldn't help but wince at his touch, dropping her gun as a result.

Mahito with his repulsed complexion was going to perform a Domain Expansion.

Instinctively, she scanned her surroundings to see Nanami was sprinting towards her with a frantic expression.

"Foolish man…" Olga muttered under her breath.

Getting caught in Mahito's domain would be especially risky for him, more so than it would be for her.

"STAY THERE! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" Olga bellowed commandingly, pinning Nanami down with thin hidden strings.

"I, DON'T MATTER!"

Had she not done so, Nanami would have followed her in as the domain closed.

Several large hands materialize via Mahito's cursed technique, capturing Olga and Mahito into the palms of its hands.

As the massive hands of Mahito's Domain Expansion closed around Olga and the cursed spirit, the world around them transformed. They were enveloped in an eerie, otherworldly landscape, a realm entirely under Mahito's control.

Olga, who was still in Mahito's arms, headbutted the patch face curse, tugging onto his hair with one hand. She nudges from him and yanks him across a distance, further separating him from her.

"Aww~ And here I thought, we could've hugged a little while longer~!" Mahito mused, suddenly being able to speak despite having his mouth and throat blown open.

The dark haired woman squinted her eyes under her bangs, realizing that Mahito had formed a mouth on the palm of one of his palms.

She tuned out his voice.

Despite the imminent danger she was in, Olga couldn't help her mind drift towards the past.

Right now, in this moment, it wasn't right to have such thoughts, but perhaps a recollection of her life was eminent.

The blood on her was a familiar sight.

The gun that was in her hands was a reminder.

The heat combusting from her lung each time she breathed out smoke was a warning.

Olga couldn't remember how many times she had put herself on the line, risking her life day-in and day-out. She had no reason to. If she wished for it, she wouldn't have chosen this life. She was more than capable of pursuing ordinary life.

But what differences does it make?

She was bored.

As her final salvation, she turned to faith.

This was by no means an act of redemption, she knew that her sins far outweighed her good deeds.

Having had the Oath instilled within her, Olga would purge the enemies of the Lord and aid humanity.

However, such things were meaningless to her.

"God is neither inherently good nor evil."

That much was true.

It was one of the few times that Olga would agree with that corrupt priest.

Although, she wasn't sure if God was even able to judge her properly like anyone else in this world.

She remembers her baptism, and how she chose the name Olga to lead a new life.

It was not a requirement but she was firm in that decision. That day, she donned a modest white gown, long-sleeved with a squared neckline. The dress reaches near above her ankles, grazing her bare feet.

While covering most scars on her, the large scar going over her face and the exposed skin were all visible.

Dipping into the blessed waters marked a new life for her as she became a woman of God.

Although the image of cruelty never seems to go away even after she had forgone that life. As a holy exorcist, bloodshed and damnation plagued her path no matter where she went.

It would seem she had traded one hell for another.

Well, she never really expected to live a peaceful life either way.

Olga knew herself. She thrived in chaos. That was where the unpredictable essence of life led to.

It was a sinful desire, one where a human being should not harbor in the first place.

She closed her eyes to see darkness.

Olga was captured in Mahito's domain. The amalgamation of his transfiguration technique embodies many sizes of hands posed in different signs. The platform they stood upon was a palm, rough and sinking under the pressure of her heels.

Mahito stood above an elevated platform. Two hands curled upwards, supporting his weight. He leered at the woman below him, cocky and all full of himself.

However, he was taken aback at Olga's unflinching demeanor.

"Say something!" He demands but Olga only stares him down.

A hot plume of fumes rushed out from her mouth. Olga took a step forward. Each step was firm and calculated.

She seemed to be walking in the air as she trudged towards him. However, she does not possess the power to produce that kind of miracle. Her levitation was possible with the thin strings she had woven; they could hold onto her weight like a sort of stair as she approached Mahito.

She was too calm.

How was this possible? She was in his domain, so by right he was supposed to have the advantage over her.

He doesn't need to touch her to distort her shape.

And yet, she stood before him with all limbs intact.

The essence of her soul was also weirdly shaped. They loomed over Olga and him. The figure warps into indefinite shapes, smothering both of them. But Olga was the least bothered by this.

Mahito could tell that her soul was not exactly whole, as if some parts were missing.

But if that was the case, it was peculiar that her body did not change or contort.

DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!

"I can spare a few moments for idle chit-chatter." Olga said, stopping halfway, a good distance away from him.

...What?

She tilted her head. "The shape of my soul. You can see it. So what does it look like?"

Mahito, still caught off guard by Olga's composure, squinted at her.

Was she being serious right now?

While unsure on how to proceed with this development, Mahito smirked nervously and laughed it off. "Is there a reason why I should?"

"You can choose not to, that's fine. But I want to hear it from you and what you think it looks,"

Mahito yielded.

"You're dead meat anyways, lady. Sure, I'll entertain you."

Mahito crossed his arms and leaned back, looking down at Olga with a wicked grin. "Alright, let's see… For starters, you should be dead. There are gaps in your soul but it doesn't compare to the larger part of you that's missing. There is no definite shape to your soul."

Olga's face didn't pose a reaction.

"I guess you already knew this." He began to pace around as he stroked his chin. "Usually living things, it doesn't matter if they're a curse spirit like I am or a human being, before touching them, I can feel their outlines. That's why I can tell that they are whole. As for you, you're incomplete, there are many split ends that even I couldn't trace…"

He paused immediately and looked up.

Too late.

A hand grabs a hold of his face, forcing Mahito into the ground.

"In truth, you're not wrong. I am aware of the state of my soul, that's why I can do as I please with it. But, unlike you all, the soul isn't a requirement for me to continue living. I don't need to rely on my soul to stand here like the rest of you. Besides, the body is just an extension of the soul, right?"

His head was thrusted into the ground with a force. His gray hair messily tousled and spread. Olga's grip was unyielding, her fingers digging into Mahito's cursed flesh. She stared down at him, her eyes devoid of any emotion, like cold steel. They bore into him with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

"I understand that a cursed spirit like yourself would find it hard to believe even as you state your claim about being the most knowledgeable about the soul but I'm afraid that you still have lots to learn."

He creates multiple hands from his body with claws to strike her in order to let him go.

Mahito needed to get free.

"Rest assured, as I am now, I can't destroy your soul. You'll come back, but I won't be the one to finish you off. So live your next life quietly,"

Olga leaned closer, her face inches from Mahito's contorted one.

This was her curse to him.

"Lord, hear my prayer…"

No, no, no, no,no, no, NO!

She was going to exorcize him.

"In death's realm, all are equal before God, and I am the arbiter:

None can evade my grasp.

I embrace all.

Rest, remembering song, prayer, and me.

Relief rests in my hands. I anoint your sins and leave a lasting mark.

Eternal life emerges from death.

— Seek forgiveness here. I, the embodiment, solemnly declare…."

They were engulfed in a blinding brightness.

God has blessed them.

"YOU BITCH!"

"— Kyrie Eleison."


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After he… laid to rest… the last of the cursed children, Yuji finds himself back inside the school building. Judging by the layout, he should be in the same area where Olga was with Junpei.

He knew he had asked for Olga to save Junpei, but at the back of his mind, there was a gnawing feeling as if that wasn't possible. From his understanding of cursed energy so far, it can be used to attack and heal. Although, the healing part was something he hadn't elaborated on.

'This was a matter of soul' he recalled Olga saying back at the car.

The cursed spirit could somehow manipulate souls, therefore, altering the shape of the human body.

So… would it even be possible for Olga to save Junpei in the first place?

Without realizing it, he darts for Olga and Junpei's corner.

Yuji's heart raced as he reached the corner where Olga and Junpei were last seen. His breath was heavy, and his mind filled with questions. He found Olga kneeling beside Junpei, who lay unconscious on the floor, pale but… alive.

Junpei was whole again.

"Sister Olga!" Yuji exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of concern and urgency.

She signs him to keep quiet as she places her index fingers over her lips. "Shh."

"Nanami's having trouble right now, I'll go help him. You stay here and look after your friend," She muttered in a hushed voice so as to not stir the sleeping boy awake.

"But Sister Olga…"

"I've fulfilled your request. So, all I ask is that you stay with your friend when he wakes up. If… he wakes up." Her last sentence made Yuji perk up his senses.

Yuji nodded in understanding, realizing that Nanami must be in a dire situation if Olga was leaving to help him. He watched as Olga jumped out from the hole in the wall, her figure disappearing as she fell.

.

In the present moment, Yuji was appalled. Was his eyes deceiving him?

He just watched her get swallowed up into that gigantic black orb. And wasn't that a domain expansion?

Junpei was covered with Olga's beige coat, resting against a wall behind him. Yuji contemplated leaving his slumbering friend, yet, that would be betraying Olga's trust.

The responsibility of looking after his friend weighed heavily on Yuji's shoulders. He couldn't leave Junpei behind, not when Olga had entrusted him with this task.

Taking a deep breath, Yuji moved closer to Junpei and knelt down beside him. He gently placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, feeling the warmth of life in his body. Junpei's chest rose and fell steadily, a reassuring sign that he was still breathing.

"Sister Olga said to stay with you," Yuji whispered softly, even though Junpei remained unconscious. He couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible might have happened to Olga in that mysterious domain.

As he sat there, Yuji's mind raced with questions. He recalled Olga's words about the manipulation of souls and cursed energy.

It wasn't right. He couldn't just stay there and do nothing when Olga was clearly in danger.

Waiting there by the collapsed wall as minutes went by and only just watching was the final straw for him. Yuji knew that he had to act.

Yuji scoops Junpei's unconscious body into his arms. The light mass of his friend, presses against him. He was grateful that Olga managed to save Junpei's life. However, he couldn't simply repay her by doing as she said without feeling a guilty conscience holding him back.

And he couldn't risk leaving Junpei by himself when danger was still around.

With a firm grip on his resting friend, he couldn't afford his comfort for long. Yuji sets up an unreal pace as he leaps out of the building.

He would have to apologize if Junpei wakes from this.

Dropping to the ground on his two feet was Yuji's only option. If he tumbles, he would've thrown Junpei off upon his collision to the ground.

Yuji landed on the palms of his two feet, bending knees at a 90 degree angle to decrease the force's collision throughout his body. He felt the bones in his feet cracked, reverberating the impact to the rest of his body. Junpei's body also jerked as the force traveled to him.

The ground beneath Yuji seemed to shudder slightly from the impact, sending a few loose pebbles and bits of debris scattering in all directions. He winced as he felt the strain on his legs, but he knew he couldn't afford to let the pain slow him down.

Clutching his friend tightly, Yuji quickly scanned the area around him. The landscape was a chaotic mix of small craters created by his and Nanami's attacks. There were also chunks of debris scattered across the school grounds. The smaller holes present all over, were probably Olga's doings from earlier.

Yuji spotted a corner that seemed relatively sheltered. He gently laid Junpei down on the ground, propping him up against the wall so he wouldn't be in direct contact with the cold, hard floor.

"I'll be back," He whispered a promise to his sleeping friend.

With that promise made, Yuji turned and sprinted back toward the chaos of the battle. He returns to Nanami's side. The older blond haired man had since already released himself from Olga's wires.

Though he understood that Olga had done so to deter him from interfering in her fight with Mahito, he was still frustrated at the woman for doing so. He was striking his dull blade at the black barrier where Mahito's domain was separated by. It was meaningless as breaking a domain from the outside was unheard of.

He knew what he was doing wouldn't bring about anything fruitful but he couldn't find it in himself to stop doing so…

She should be dead by now.

Yuji joins in Nanami's effort to collapse the domain, however, Nanami had to stop the boy.

"Itadori-kun, let's stop this," Nanami said firmly, lowering his cursed tool. He knew that breaking the domain from the outside was futile, and he didn't want Yuji to waste his energy. "It's worthless. We can't do anything now,"

"But sister Olga..." Yuji began, his voice wavering with worry for the holy exorcist.

Nanami placed a reassuring hand on Yuji's shoulder. "I know you're worried about Olga-san, and so am I. But we can't do anything for her right now. Mahito's domain is impenetrable from the outside. Our priority should be to prepare for when he exits the domain."

Yuji gritted through his teeth. Nanami's words could be very much through. But he couldn't accept them as easily. "How can you say that about sister Olga? Is that how it is, accepting deaths just like that?"

"That's exactly what I mean, Yuji-kun. Olga is as good as dead inside there," It was a first for Yuji to hear Nanami raise his voice at him. His grip on Yuji's shoulder tightened. "If you believe yourself to be a jujutsu sorcerer than death is something you have to accept."

Yuji stared into Nanami's eyes, conflicted and frustrated. He knew that what Nanami said made sense logically, but his emotions were still raw from the battle and the fear of losing Olga.

"Yuji…"

The black orb shattered.

Light slipped through the cracks.

The barrier that created a separated space for Mahito's domain collapsed, and spilled out an illumination that covered the space in a blinding white for a moment.

A force hits them, pushing them backwards. They managed to remain on their feet, but their eyes had to shut as the sudden surge of brightness overwhelmed their senses. As they slowly adjusted to the light, they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

There, standing at the epicenter of the dissipating domain, was Olga.

Her hand looks to be holding something.

It was Mahito's head.

The rest of his body was gone.

There was evidence of a struggle with Olga's hands as deep scratch marks were engraved on her forearm and all over.

"HAHAHAHA! I SEE IT NOW! YOU'RE NOT HUMAN!"

As Mahito was inches away from death, he saw it.

He saw her for what she truly was.

The soul does not lie.

"THOSE—"

Olga cuts him off by slamming his head into the ground with an echoing thud. His curses and taunts were cut off abruptly, and his entire body disintegrated into nothingness in a single smash.

She glances in Yuji 's and Nanami's direction. They were undoubtedly going to ask her many questions, but Olga couldn't find it in her to answer them at the moment.

She had just killed Mahito and that was that.

The technique was absolute, and anything with a spiritual body would have been destroyed if caught in the technique.

Though the soul had escaped her, it was part of her deal with that man.

As a result of having taken down Mahito, the veil was also fading away.

Olga picks up the gun she had dropped and tucks it away in her sleeve before walking right past the two sorcerers.

"I'm going for a smoke. Settle the rest here without me,"


(A/N) This chapter revealed many things about Olga. I'm sure all you Fate fans are gonna come after me but I really like the whole dark priest vibe from Kirei in Fate/Stay Night!

It's the inspiration!

GAH! Working part-time has been taking a lot out of me!

Next week is the last chapter for this arc and I'll be taking a break for a month.

We also get early character development about Yuji and Nanami!

But, the deal made with Geto Suguru is an unusual one.

Look forward to the next chapter as it will be the last one for this year!