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Gojo and Sukuna clashed in a battle that would be remembered for ages—the strongest of today versus the strongest in history. Their cursed energy and techniques intertwined in a violent yet mesmerizing dance, their domains materializing and shattering over and over again.

Between the flashes of destruction, Gojo smirked.

"You're the challenger here, Sukuna. And the moon will stand witness to it."

With those words, he unleashed another Blue, a crushing wave of gravitational force. Sukuna weaved through it effortlessly, biding his time as Mahoraga inched closer to adapting to Infinity.

But something about Gojo’s words stirred something deep within Sukuna—a memory long buried, forgotten with time. He raised a single hand, halting the battle. Gojo, surprisingly, stopped as well.

Sukuna’s gaze lifted toward the sky. The moon, luminous and serene, cast its glow over the battlefield. And then it struck him.

It was Ramadan.

A stillness overtook them both. Without hesitation, they sank to their knees and prayed two Rak‘ats, their once-hostile energy now replaced by an unshakable tranquility. As they finished, their battle-torn attire was inexplicably replaced with crisp, flowing thobes.

Sukuna reached into the rubble and retrieved a misbaha, running the beads between his fingers. Nearby, a bowl of dates had somehow appeared before him, while Gojo held a pristine Mushaf in his hands.

Sukuna exhaled, a rare smile gracing his lips.

"I haven’t felt this excitement for Ramadan since the Heian era. How could I have forgotten my faith after becoming a cursed object? Astaghfirullah. I will repent for the rest of my life."

Gojo simply grinned. "Nah. I’d pray."

Without another word, he began his Isha prayer, following it with its Sunnah. Sukuna, without hesitation, joined him.

Their cursed energy dissipated—replaced by something far more powerful.

Halal energy.

The spectators, still reeling from the impossible turn of events, turned to you. Confused and desperate for answers, they sent you to investigate.