the once prosperous city of shinjuku is marred by battle.

a thick plume of smoke, and a tall, black-haired man stands above the wreckage. besides the great rising cloud, the open sky meets the scorched earth in all directions.

countless sorcerers, injured and well alike, stand at the foot of the wreckage. some don their bare fists, while others wield their weapons. but even so, sukuna is not fazed.

until, you step into the battlefield.