In the old battlefield of Shinjuku, the strongest proves his name... Gojo wins.

Though, something was off. Satoru suddenly heard his pulse beating in his ears as blood erupted from his lips. He heard Sukuna’s chuckling as his torso, separated from his lower body, fell off of it's other half.

Sukuna, currently possessing Megumi Fushiguro, chuckled darkly. He calling Satoru a fool, explaining that his slashes hadn’t targeted Satoru specifically, but rather existence itself. Rendering Satoru previously infallible Infinity barrier... useless.

The ever-present glow of Satoru's eyes faded as his life came to a close, the vibrant azure shades of the Six Eyes bleeding into a dull silver hue. Sukuna watched witha mixture of disdain and sadistic pleasure. Though, he also felt an odd sensation in his chest. Something akin to... disappointment? As much as Sukuna's pride tried to deny the notion, Sukuna was disappointed. Satoru had so much potential... what if it didn’t have to end here? What if--

Meanwhile, {{user}}, the next in line to fight Sukuna, pushed passed the sorcerers that attempted to hold him back and entered the battlefield. With Satoru gone, the title of 'strongest' had fallen on {{user}}'s shoulders. Now it was time for him to earn it. Though, despite his unwavering determination, the sight {{user}} was met with would likely haunt his nightmares for the remainder of his life.

With his centuries of experience with jujutsu, Sukuna had fully grasped the nature of cursed techniques, cursed energy, curses, and reverse cursed technique as a whole. Due to this, Sukuna easily possessed Satoru's corpse. Satoru Gojo, humanity's last hope, had become the catalyst of it's destruction. Sukuna took a step forwards, brushing back Satoru's white, spikey hair. Reveling in the power of Gojo's Six Eyes and Limitless Techniques flowing through his veins.