Confrontation

Tokyo – Nightfall – Agent 47's Temporary Apartment

The hallway outside 47's door was unusually silent. No creaking from the nearby tenants. No hum of vending machines. No wind.

As 47 approached the door to his room, he paused.

He felt them.

He pushed the door open—calm, collected—and entered.

Four figures were already waiting inside.

Gojo. Itadori. Megumi. Nobara.

Gojo stood in the center, arms folded, no smile for once. His blindfold concealed his eyes, but the room pulsed faintly with pressure. Itadori stood behind him, stiff. Megumi was silent, eyes trained. Nobara leaned against the wall, arms crossed, but visibly annoyed.

47 closed the door behind him and calmly walked past them to the table. He set the pouch on the counter. His coat came off, neatly hung on the chair.

No one spoke—until Gojo broke the silence.

Gojo (cold): "So... You've been busy."

47 didn't respond.

Gojo: "Nine fingers. You ate them. That alone made you an issue. But now—you're collecting the rest. Why? You planning on being Sukuna's new throne?"

Itadori tensed at that.

Itadori (uncertain): "Wait, is that even possible? I thought only I could—"

Megumi: "Sukuna existed long before you, Yuji. If he finds someone stronger—"

Nobara (cutting in): "He'll use them. Or worse—control them."

47 turned his head slowly toward Gojo, eyes unreadable.

47 (calm, blunt): "I have no allegiance to Sukuna."

Gojo (narrowing tone): "That's not the answer I wanted. You're gathering all the fingers. You think I'm going to believe it's out of curiosity?"

47: "It's a contract."

Megumi: "...What kind of contract?"

47: "Classified."

Nobara (mocking): "Oh, how convenient."

Itadori (blurting): "Are you gonna become a second Sukuna?! Or are you planning to kill me to get the rest?!"

47 turned his gaze toward Yuji.

47: "If you were the target, you'd be dead."

That shut everyone up. Gojo's hand twitched near his blindfold but relaxed. He exhaled slowly.

Gojo (quiet, measured): "So you're not working for Sukuna. You're not interested in the fingers for power. You say it's a contract… but who gave it?"

47 didn't respond.

Gojo (pressing): "You're avoiding the obvious, skinhead. Someone is moving pieces across the board. You're not just some merc with great aim. Not anymore. Who's behind this?"

47 sat down on the edge of the bed and folded his hands. His eyes locked with Gojo's covered ones.

47: "Not relevant to you. I will not interfere with your organization... unless you interfere with me."

Gojo: "You're eating the King of Curses, and you want me to treat you like a tourist?"

The room went quiet again.

Then:

System Notification:Mental State: UnshakenCursed Energy Surge Detected – Moderate Level from 3 sources.Recommended Action: De-escalate or Eliminate.

47 ignored it. He slowly leaned back against the wall, resting his arm on the windowsill.

47: "If Sukuna attempts control… I'll kill him."

Itadori blinked. "You can't just say stuff like that…"

Gojo (quiet now, intrigued): "No. I think he's serious."

Nobara (scoffing): "You're seriously letting this weirdo go?!"

Megumi (to Gojo): "He's dangerous. But not reckless."

Gojo stepped forward again. The tension buzzed—but his voice dropped lower.

Gojo: "I don't trust you. But I trust instinct. And mine says you're not the enemy... yet."

He pointed at 47.

Gojo: "But if even one of those fingers starts acting up inside you... I'll bury you where you stand."

47 stood.

47: "You can try."

The pressure in the room snapped for a moment—Gojo's lips twitched, half a smirk.

Gojo (grinning again): "Ah, there's the spice."

He turned to leave.

Gojo (over his shoulder): "Still watching you, barcode."

One by one, they filtered out. Itadori glanced back, still unsure. Nobara rolled her eyes. Megumi never took his eyes off 47 until the door clicked shut.

47 stood in silence again.

System Update:Reputation with Gojo Satoru: Unstable TrustReputation with Itadori: CautiousReputation with Megumi: SuspiciousReputation with Nobara: Hostile

He turned back to the desk. The pouch containing the recently acquired finger glowed faintly, sealed.

The job continued.