Tokyo was chaos with rhythm — even its silence had sound.
Agent 47 walked through its streets like a ghost in a symphony, scanning, observing. He hadn't eaten in nearly a day.
His path led him to a narrow side alley where a small traditional restaurant stood. Lantern-lit. Clean. Quiet.Perfect.
He stepped in.
Wooden floors. Low murmurs. Steam. The scent of broth and grilled meat.
He took a seat in a far corner. Back to the wall. Eyes on the door.
The waitress approached, bowing slightly. 47 simply nodded once.
"Udon. Black tea."
Minimal. Efficient.
He folded his hands and let the warm silence nestle in.
Then it shattered.
"OI! Itadori, you're slurping like a drainpipe!""HUH?! That's how you enjoy ramen, Nobara!""Megumi, say something!""Please don't include me."
They entered like a storm — Gojo Satoru, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki — all laughing, jostling, bumping into furniture.
47's eyes flicked up once.
They didn't notice him at first. But he noticed everything. The blindfolded one had presence. A hum in the air like a held breath.
He didn't like it.Too much noise. Too much life.
He tried to recalibrate his focus. And then—
[NEXUS SYSTEM – TARGET LOCATION UPDATE]
Target: Takuma InoueNew Coordinates Locked: 6th Ward, ShibuyaDistance: 3.2 kmStatus: Mobile
A red dot blinked on his HUD. He touched the side of his neck — syncing the map to his visual overlay.
He returned to his tea.
But the noise persisted.
Yuji, still smiling, looked over and stopped mid-sentence.
"Yo… does that guy look kinda familiar?"
Nobara followed his gaze, tilting her head.
"Wait. No way. No freaking way—""The barcode—on the back of his head…" Megumi murmured."Agent 47?" Yuji whispered. "Like... Hitman Agent 47?"
Gojo, with a grin, turned his head lazily in that direction.
"Hah. That's a good cosplay. Really committed. The vibe is kinda intense though."
47 didn't turn. Didn't speak. He sipped his tea, gaze locked to the map in his HUD.
His presence made the table go quiet for the first time all evening.
Gojo smiled, watching. But inwardly… he felt it too.
"That guy," he thought, "has no cursed energy. And yet…"
A ripple of something ran through him.Not power.Not bloodlust.Just… inevitability.
47 stood.
Dropped a few yen coins on the table. Adjusted his sleeves.
And walked past their table without a glance.
Nobara's breath caught.
Yuji stared wide-eyed.
Gojo's smirk lingered.But something behind it now was uncertain.
The world's deadliest assassin was back on the hunt.And Tokyo would soon learn:
You don't need cursed energy……to be the most dangerous thing alive.