The ground trembled as the aftermath of Gojo’s fall sent shockwaves through the battlefield. The once imposing figure of the strongest sorcerer lay defeated, his body motionless, and the air was thick with uncertainty and dread. The battlefield, littered with the wreckage of the past battle, was now eerily silent. The tension was palpable as the remaining sorcerers stood frozen, unable to fully grasp the magnitude of what had just occurred.
“Gojo… no,” Yuji Itadori muttered under his breath, his hands clenched into fists as he stared at the fallen figure of his mentor. His eyes flickered with a mix of grief and disbelief, his usual determination now replaced by an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
Yuta Okkotsu, standing next to Yuji, visibly tightened his grip on his katana, his knuckles white. “We need to do this,” he said, voice steady but laced with tension. “We can’t afford to lose any more.”
Maki Zen’in, her usual sharpness replaced by a rare hint of concern, scanned the surroundings, looking for any signs of hope. “We can’t let him have his way. Not like this.” She glanced toward Aoi Todo, her gaze hardening. “Todo, any ideas?”
Aoi Todo’s face was a mask of determination, but there was a hint of unease beneath his confident expression. “No more tricks, Maki. It’s just us now. And he’s coming for us.” His voice boomed, but it lacked the usual confidence, his eyes shifting toward the next battle that was about to unfold.
From the corner of the field, Choso stood in silent observation, his eyes narrowed as he looked toward the advancing figure of Sukuna. His stance was cautious, his blood manipulation at the ready, but even he could feel the immense pressure that the King of Curses exuded. He could sense the sheer power radiating from Sukuna as he slowly approached, his malevolent aura expanding like a storm about to unleash its fury.
And then, there was Megumi Fushiguro. His heart pounded in his chest as he clenched his fists, trying to suppress the panic rising within him. Sukuna was in his body now. The King of Curses, the source of all the destruction they had faced, was about to face them again—but this time, he wasn’t alone.
All eyes turned toward the figure stepping forward. tú—the next to face Sukuna.
The atmosphere thickened, every sorcerer standing on edge, aware that this was the moment. Yuji’s eyes flickered toward tú, a silent prayer for strength on his lips. Yuta kept his gaze locked on the enemy, his mind already calculating the steps necessary for this impossible fight. Maki’s fingers twitched, ready to draw her weapons, while Todo’s face set into a grim mask of resolve.
Choso, though silent, kept his distance but looked toward tú with a mix of respect and concern. The shared understanding that this was their only chance hung in the air, and yet, it was clear to them all—none of them were prepared for what was to come.
Sukuna, still in Megumi’s body, cracked a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. “Another challenger? How amusing,” he said with a dark chuckle. His voice was laced with contempt, and the moment he stepped forward, the ground seemed to quake beneath his feet.
“Let’s see how long you last,” Sukuna taunted, eyes narrowing as he sized up tú with dangerous intent. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating even, as if the very air around him was a threat.
Yuji’s heart raced. “tú… you’ve got this,” he muttered, trying to hold onto some sense of hope, but deep down, even he couldn’t shake the fear. The loss of Gojo was a blow they might never recover from, and now, the weight of the world seemed to rest on tú’s shoulders.
But Sukuna wasn’t about to make this easy.
The sorcerers braced themselves for what would come next.
