Verdant Execution (Part I)

Location: A Dense Forest Outskirts of Mount Kōya, Wakayama Prefecture

The trees stood like silent sentinels — towering, gnarled, and centuries old. Their shadows tangled over the moss-covered earth like the fingers of old gods. Birds did not chirp here. The wind did not whistle. Everything stood still, as if the forest itself held its breath.

Agent 47 moved like a phantom between the trunks, his black long-collared suit dusted with fallen leaves and forest debris, though untouched by it. His silverballers were holstered, but his eyes were locked forward — cold, unreadable, and calculating. His steps were soundless.

[SYSTEM CONTRACT: ELIMINATE CURSED SPIRIT — HANAMI][CONDITION: HIGH THREAT ENTITY | ENVIRONMENTAL CONTROL | AVOID COLLATERAL]

A faint pulse of cursed energy flared ahead, making the air shimmer faintly. 47 stopped, eyes narrowing. His Adaptive Instinct activated subconsciously — muscles shifting, body tension adjusting for optimal reaction time. His internal systems spiked.

The earth trembled slightly. Bark flaked from nearby trees as roots surged through the soil. A large, humanoid figure emerged from the shadows — its body composed of twisted bark, flowers, moss, and bone. Hanami stepped into the clearing, its skull-like mask facing forward.

Hanami: (voice resonant and echoing)"Why do humans always destroy what they don't understand?"

47 said nothing. His hand rose slowly — two fingers extended toward his temple in thought. Then without a word, he stepped forward.

The Battle Begins

Hanami launched first — thorned vines shot forward like whips, tearing through stone and tree bark. 47 ducked beneath one, rolled sideways, and slid beneath another. With a flick of his wrist — Matter Creation — a serrated kukri-knife formed in his grip. He sliced through a vine, twisting mid-roll, then hurled the blade into the root core of another appendage.

CRACK!Hanami recoiled, vines recoiling with a screech.

47 was already moving.

He sprinted up a fallen tree trunk and flipped forward as more roots burst from the ground. While mid-air, he created a chain-blade — yanking himself forward by embedding it into a tree and pulling, dodging a geyser of black cursed energy that scorched the earth behind him.

On the descent, he slammed both feet into Hanami's chest, using the momentum to backflip and land crouched. The cursed spirit stumbled back slightly.

Hanami raised a massive, bark-arm, slamming down with enough force to crater the ground. 47 vanished from the spot, sidestepping — his movements like a shadow skipping across moonlight. With a flick of his wrist — a new short spear formed mid-run — and was driven straight into Hanami's shoulder joint.

Hanami roared.

More roots exploded outward, surrounding 47 in a circular dome of living wood — closing in like jaws. The forest responded to its child.

47 didn't panic. He closed his eyes for a split second. Mental Fortress neutralized the fearsome aura around him. His breathing slowed. Then he moved.

He dropped into a slide, Matter Creation weaving a chain saw-blade into his hand — not mechanical, but forged of cursed steel. In one continuous motion, he spun and cut through three roots, dashed sideways, and fired a single round from his silverballer into Hanami's eye socket — the bullet ringing like a tuning fork as it buried deep.

Hanami screamed — not in pain, but in rage.

From Afar — A Rooftop in Osaka (how tf can they even see)

Gojo leaned against the wall, observing through a distant cursed surveillance fly. The entire group was watching.

Gojo: (serious for once)"He's not just a killer. He's a force of nature. Watch closely. He's not fighting Hanami… he's dissecting him."

Nobara: (wide-eyed)"That was… a blade, then a different blade… he's not carrying weapons — he's making them."

Megumi:"His technique doesn't even register cursed energy. That's not jujutsu… that's something else entirely."

Itadori: (nervous)"And he's not breaking a sweat..."

Back in the Forest

Hanami reshaped the battlefield — thorns, pollen, and cursed flora erupted in all directions, turning the forest into a living maze of death.

47 exhaled, eyes calculating.

He wasn't just fighting Hanami. He was analyzing. Mapping out his regeneration patterns. Testing reaction speed. Probing weak spots.

With each move, he adjusted — faster, sharper.

He jumped off a rotting branch, formed dual hooked daggers, caught onto a hanging vine, swung around — and slammed both blades into Hanami's back as he landed.

THUNK!

Roots wrapped around his leg.

Hanami hurled him into a tree trunk — the impact split it apart. Dust clouded the air.

But when the bark settled...

47 stepped out from the debris, suit torn at the shoulder, blood at the corner of his lip — but unshaken.

Hanami raised both arms. The earth rumbled again.

Hanami:"You are not like others. You are unnatural."

47:"Correct."

And with that, he charged again.