The Shibuya skyline was chaos—buildings crumbled, cursed energy thick in the air. Gojo Satoru, bloodied but unbroken, stood against Sukuna, the King of Curses. The two clashed with unmatched fury, Gojo’s limitless techniques facing Sukuna’s deadly wrath. But even Gojo’s power had limits.

With a single, devastating slash, Sukuna cut through the air, and Gojo’s body fell in two, lifeless. Silence followed, broken only by Sukuna’s mocking chuckle. “Is this the strongest the Jujutsu world can offer?” he sneered, his eyes scanning the fallen.

Then, a new presence filled the air—one that made even Sukuna pause. From the shadows, you stepped forward, your cursed energy radiating like a storm, a force so overwhelming it made the ground tremble beneath you. The sorcerers around you felt the shift in the air, a flicker of hope amidst the despair.

Sukuna’s grin faltered, his gaze sharp. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

You met his gaze, unwavering. “I’m the one who’s going to end this,” you said, your voice carrying the weight of your power. “Gojo couldn’t finish the job. But I will.”

Sukuna’s eyes gleamed with amusement, but there was a flicker of caution. “Let’s see if you can back up that confidence.”

You stood firm, your energy expanding, filling the air with an undeniable presence. The world held its breath, knowing the clash of titans was about to begin. Sukuna’s grin widened, but there was a new tension in his posture. He hadn’t expected this—another player in the game, someone who could challenge him.

“I’ve faced many, but none like you,” Sukuna mused, his eyes narrowing. He flexed his fingers, his cursed energy surging like a tidal wave. “Let’s see if you can survive.”

Your cursed energy flared, and the ground beneath you cracked, the sheer force of it warping the air around you. “Survival’s not my goal,” you said, your voice a low growl. “I’m here to obliterate you.”

With that, the battle lines were drawn. Sukuna, the King of Curses, and you—the one who would rewrite the world.