The King of Curses, Sukuna, rose to his full height atop the broken concrete of the Shibuya rooftop. Smoke curled around his form. His eyes gleamed with malice, his lips curled into an amused, wicked grin.
Jogo stood below, head bowed, body trembling.
"You fed me. So now I'll return the favor."
"Fight me, or I'll kill you where you stand."
Jogo's eyes widened.
"You want me to fight you?!"
Sukuna cracked his neck, slow and deliberate.
"What, scared? I thought you insects believed in power. So show me yours."
Without another word, Sukuna blitzed forward.
The battle began.
It wasn't a fight.
It was a massacre.
Jogo threw flames, molten eruptions, cursed techniques beyond human comprehension—
but Sukuna danced through them with elegance and bloodthirst.
The air rippled and shattered with their strikes.
The buildings cried out, torn asunder by every explosion.
Jogo screamed as he tried to land a final hit—
but Sukuna caught him mid-swing and whispered coldly:
"You bore me."
And with one swift slash from his fingers—
Jogo's head was gone.
Blood sprayed through the air like red mist, and Jogo's body dropped.
The silence was deafening—
But it didn't last.
Sukuna raised his arm.
"Ryoiki Tenkai — Malevolent Shrine."
The world twisted.
A violent slash of cursed energy carved through Shibuya in every direction.
Fire rained from the heavens—unnatural, cursed flames that did not extinguish.
Buildings melted.
The sky turned crimson.
People screamed in the distance—curses and humans alike.
90% of Shibuya was swallowed by the rampage.
The city was in ruins.
And in the middle of it all stood Sukuna—
Unbothered. Unshaken.
A god among ashes.