"I'll fucking kill you."
Naoya's voice echoed—sharp, venomous—but still wrong. Feminine. And that only fueled his fury.
He stalked forward, cursed energy flaring violently around him. Every step cracked the ground beneath him as he prepared to obliterate Naraku for what he'd done.
But then he paused.
Naraku wasn't moving.
He lay there among the splintered remains of the tree, unconscious—completely out cold.
Naoya narrowed his eyes. "…He's not faking it."
He grit his teeth and glanced down at himself again—his waist narrower, frame shifted, and—
"Tch… the hell is this?" he muttered, one hand twitching before he gripped the side of his uniform and lifted it slightly.
His newly formed chest moved in response.
"…You've gotta be kidding me."
Naoya scowled, rage simmering beneath the surface, bubbling into sharp confusion.
"His technique shouldn't be this effective. It can't override my body easily like this…" he muttered, brows knitting tightly. "Unless he used some kind of binding vow..."
His eyes narrowed.
"This is way beyond some sick flesh manipulation..."
He glanced down again, jaw twitching.
"Tch… J-cup, at least," he scoffed. "And the size of my thighs—what the hell was he was imagining?"
The cursed energy crackling off his body began to distort the air.
"…I'm going to break every bone in his body once he wakes up."
…
From the observation room, an uneasy silence fell over the group as they watched the screen.
Naoya stood in the clearing, silent and seething, looking down at his now curvier body with thinly veiled murder in his eyes.
Mei Mei blinked once, then sipped her tea without emotion.
"…Well," she said smoothly, "that's certainly one way to trigger an identity crisis."
Yaga ran a hand down his face, his brow furrowed in concern. "I'm calling Gojo and Geto," he muttered, pulling out his radio. "Before Naoya turns Naraku into a smear on the forest floor."
Mei Mei let out a small hum. "Reverse Cursed Technique or not, I doubt Naraku will walk away from this in one piece. I almost feel bad for him."
Yaga sighed, finally getting a signal.
"Gojo. Geto. I need one of you to intercept Naoya before he erases Naraku from existence."
…
Elsewhere in the forest
After getting the call, both Geto and Gojo, although confused, quickly went searching for Naoya.
Gojo, with his Six Eyes, quickly located the area, while Geto, on the other side of the forest, summoned a flying curse and started scanning the area from above.
…
Naoya, now slightly calmer, leaned against a tree stump, arms folded, deep in thought.
He wasn't thinking about the fight. He was thinking about revenge—how to ruin Naraku's life permanently.
"Hmph… maybe I'll give him a little introduction to the soap-in-prison method," he muttered darkly, a wicked grin curling on his lips.
That's when he felt a presence.
White hair. Blue eyes. A familiar pressure in the air.
He turned.
"Gojo," he muttered.
Gojo stopped a few steps away, blinking as he took in the sight.
His mouth opened slightly. "Is… is this you, Naoya?"
He tilted his head, scanning with his Six Eyes to confirm the cursed energy signature.
"…Holy shit," Gojo said flatly.
Naoya stood there—noticeably shorter now, previously eye-level with Gojo, but no longer. His outfit clung to his body awkwardly, stretched taut over a frame it wasn't designed for. His curves were undeniable.
Even his hair had changed—now falling in a short, layered bob, with soft side-swept bangs framing his irritated face.
But it wasn't just his body. His face had shifted too, softer now, with delicate features that had taken on a more feminine beauty. Naoya, as a man, had always been a looker—no one could deny that. And even now, as a woman, the effect was no different.
His eyes narrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line, masking the growing frustration that bubbled inside him.
"Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome the most unexpected glow-up of the century: Miss Naoya Zenin, formerly known as Public Enemy Number One," Gojo announced instantly, throwing his arms out like a game show host.
Naoya took a single step forward, cursed energy flaring violently.
"I swear to God—"
"Wait," Gojo said, holding up a hand, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Does this mean you finally get to understand what it's like to live in fear of you?"
"You—"
"You were already a walking headache. Now you're a walking thirst trap? Pick a struggle, Naoya. PICK ONE."
Naoya's eye twitched. His aura cracked the ground beneath him, cursed energy flaring out like a storm surge.
"Keep talking, Gojo. I dare you."
Gojo laughed, not even flinching. "Oh no, I'm terrified. I might start crying from how pretty you look when you're angry."
Gojo chuckled again, thoroughly enjoying himself.
But before Naoya could lunge forward, a sharp presence cut through the tension.
Geto landed gracefully atop a thick tree branch, arms crossed. A flying curse circled above before dissolving into darkness.
Gojo looked up and grinned. "You're late to the gender reveal party."
Geto blinked, eyes narrowing as he scanned Naoya from head to toe with practiced calm.
Then he blinked again. Slowly.
"…What the hell am I looking at?"
His expression twisted into mock horror. "Oh my god… Naoya? Is that you? You're… you're hot? I think this is my villain origin story."
Gojo snorted. "An accurate and much-needed upgrade, if you ask me."
Naoya took a sharp breath through his nose, his body visibly trembling with rage.
Geto turned to Gojo, voice lowering. "Did you check if that technique can be reversed?"
Gojo nodded. "Yeah. It's not surface-level. Hormonal, skeletal, even neural remapping. This isn't just cursed energy trickery—it's straight-up sorcery with a psychological middle finger for Naoya."
Geto gave Naoya one last glance. "You gonna be okay there… princess?"
Naoya's eye twitched. "Nah… I can't stand it anymore."
He formed a hand sign, cursed energy flaring up like a storm.
"DOMAIN EXPANSION!" he shouted in fury.
"RELAX! RELAX, NAOYA—WE WERE JUST JOKING!" Gojo shouted, arms flailing as he instinctively leapt back, hands glowing while Geto was already halfway gone, leaping to another branch .