There are times when I wonder what was the point of sending me into this world when the one who sent me clearly didn't wish me to live for long.
I mean, how else could I explain my current situation other than calling it pure BS, that an hour-old reincarnator was currently standing in front of the final boss of the show without any backup?
I looked into the pink-haired body in front of me, or at least the body of the boy, since it was currently being piloted by none other than the King of Curses himself.
I had just completed fighting Mahito, got his technique, cursed energy, and output. It wasn't enough that long, and this guy shows up out of nowhere.
Standing there menacingly, staring at me with those four eyes.
If this wasn't a setup from high heaven to doom me, then what was it, tell me?
For a second, we just kept staring at each other, like assessing each other. Good thing he came after I was done getting Mahito's power. He doesn't know what my domain is and what I can do. Same goes for Mahoraga and his adaptation.
I could practically see Sukuna's four eyes analyzing both me and Mahoraga like a scanner, figuring out whether we were even worth his time.
"Interesting, didn't think there was another such strong jujutsu sorcerer in this era besides that white-haired brat." Sukuna grinned, eyes shining with a very noticeable light which suggested that he was looking for a fight.
He stood there, rolling his neck slightly as if loosening up after a long nap, or perhaps, as I mentioned again, getting ready for a fight.
"World is a big place, sooner or later one will meet his match." I replied. While I didn't wish to fight and was hesitant to throw down hands altogether against Sukuna of all people,
I wasn't planning on acting naive or submissive either. That would just kill me faster.
He actually smiled hearing what I just stated.
"So," he said, voice dripping with interest, "you are suggesting you're my match... are you?"
I didn't respond. I didn't need to. The fight was inevitable as it stood.
Only now did I realize what I was forgetting—those fingers. I almost forgot about them while fighting Mahoraga.
And someone even fed them to Sukuna! I mean, it hadn't even been 15 minutes. So annoying. If I get my hands on the person who did it, they wouldn't like what I do with them.
However, right now I had to focus on the fight before me. We both stared at each other, and as if an imaginary signal was given, both of us moved.
I surged forward first, dropping Domain Amplification over my body the instant I entered his range, because I knew the moment he decided to use Cleave at close range, I was a goner.
Even with my increased output, I can't survive Cleave without amplification if he were to use it on me.
As for Dismantle, I wouldn't even see it coming, only feel the result. Good thing it was easier to tank. Domain Amplification will cut out most of its bite, and even without it, I am certain I can tank it and won't become a KitKat.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed seeing the Domain Amplification I was using, like he was assessing me.
My fist drove toward his face with no wasted motion, but Sukuna shifted slightly and the punch only grazed him before his counter came in the form of a slash I never saw.
It hit.
Even with amplification, I felt it tear across my torso, a shallow but vicious cut that sent blood spraying. Yet it didn't split me open, and that alone told me everything I needed to know as I immediately disengaged, switching off amplification and using Dagon's water.
Sukuna grinned and sent more Dismantles toward me. I could tell by how my water was cut open midair.
King of Curses for a reason, but I wasn't fighting him alone. Just as I created an opening, Mahoraga came in from the side without pause.
The massive blade crashed down toward Sukuna's shoulder, forcing him to actually move this time instead of casually deflecting, and the moment he stepped aside, I re-entered from the opposite angle, switching back to Domain Amplification mid-step and driving my elbow toward his ribs.
It was crucial that I use Domain Amplification near him. Otherwise, I wouldn't even know when I would be cut apart.
The hit landed solid enough to shift his stance, but his retaliation came instantly. Cleave activated the moment his hand brushed past my guard.
I felt it bite.
Even with amplification, it cut deep enough to make my vision shake for a split second, a nasty wound tearing across my side that would have ended me outright without the defense. I immediately jumped back, dropping amplification and forcing Mahito's technique to patch the damage while Mahoraga stood in front of me, taking over the fight to block while I healed.
I'd rather he not know I was using soul-based healing, or he would start targeting my soul next.
Mahoraga pressed him again, blade swinging in heavy arcs that forced Sukuna to either block or evade.
Sukuna chose neither of it.
By the speed and strength alone, he could tell that it wasn't any ordinary Shikigami.
So, the real question for Sukuna was whether this was a Shikigami related to a technique or if it was tamed outside of it.
I had so far used amplification and water. There didn't seem to be any clear relation between that technique and this Shikigami.
At least for Sukuna, there wasn't any connection he could sense.
So he had to figure out what connection was there, or if the Shikigami itself had anything more than just brute force.
And thus, he attacked instead of dodging.
"Kai..."
He sent a Dismantle at the Shikigami. Dismantle carved into Mahoraga's body, deep cuts appeared on his chest, and he was pushed back a few steps.
'Good.' A smirk rose on my lips before I quickly lit my hand with cursed energy and attacked him with a stream of water.
Covering everything visible in flowing water.
Will it do anything to Sukuna?
Certainly not.
Would fire have done better? Absolutely.
And is there a reason I'm not using Jogo's fire?
You bet I have a damn f*cking reason.
And hey, it did what I intended it to do. It distracted him long enough for me to find out that the wheel on top of Mahoraga certainly turned and he got healed, and that now somehow his cuts weren't doing as much damage as time went on.
Yeah... that was the reason I used this futile attack.
Before the water screen I created was gone, I rushed in again, alternating instantly—amplification on as I entered, off the moment I attacked—keeping the rhythm tight so he didn't have much time to think.
I had to buy Mahoraga some time to adapt.
Sukuna, on the other hand, if nothing else, looked amused at the display.
He blocked my punch, his eyes still lingering on Mahoraga, who had been healed.
"Hmm... interesting," Sukuna spoke as his lips curled up. Gods know what he found interesting, but I wasn't letting him concentrate too much on Mahoraga.
I threw several punches at him and he quickly shifted his attention back to me. He adapted fast enough as he started blocking and evading all of them.
Faster than anyone I had ever fought.
He started timing my switches, slipping his Dismantles in the exact moments my amplification dropped, and even if I couldn't see them, I felt them—shallow cuts stacking across my body, forcing me to heal again and again while keeping my stance intact.
And the worst part was that I couldn't directly heal in front of him. He was observant enough to figure out I wasn't using RCT.
Just as I backed off, Mahoraga was there to substitute me. He went for a full-power punch at Sukuna's head.
The King of Curses instead went ahead and showed his might by blocking the punch with a single hand. Even though the ground beneath him cracked up, he didn't budge.
And then Mahoraga took another full hit.
This time, Cleave.
The difference was immediate, the slash biting deep into its frame, almost cutting him in two. It might have done it if Mahoraga hadn't already started adapting to the slashes before.
Next second, I was already there, in front of Sukuna, covering Mahoraga while he adapted one more time and fixed his body.
However, Sukuna didn't seem to be interested in fighting me currently. He sent a more powerful Dismantle which collided with my amplification and drove me back. Didn't do a lot of damage, but I couldn't reach him in time.
The wheel turned again and Mahoraga's body fixed itself.
Sukuna seemed to be more excited at this, and sent more attacks at the Shikigami, and the next exchange changed everything. Sukuna's following slashes didn't cut as cleanly, didn't land with the same absolute certainty—they were doing less damage, far too shallow.
I saw Sukuna's eyes flick upward for a fraction of a second.
Toward the wheel.
Alright... it's not like I can hide that from him forever. However, he wouldn't figure it out immediately. He needed testing to confirm Mahoraga was indeed adapting to his technique.
So, I just had to stop him from testing his hypothesis out.
I surged forward again, faster this time, forcing him into close combat again where thinking took a backseat.
Amplification wrapped around me as I took another unseen Dismantle head-on. Though Dismantles didn't do that much damage to me, it was the Cleave which I was wary of.
"Tch..." Sukuna finally couldn't ignore the annoyance and turned toward me, moving to cut me into pieces with Cleave. However, at that same time, Mahoraga appeared on the side, sword in hand.
Sukuna pivoted, deflecting Mahoraga's blade with one hand while stepping past me, his counter aimed to take my head clean off with Cleave. But I twisted just enough that it carved into my shoulder instead of my neck. The pain shot immediately as I dropped amplification again, backing off while Mahoraga tactfully covered my retreat so I could heal with soul manipulation.
"Annoying," Sukuna muttered, and for the first time, there was actual effort in his voice.
His four eyes darted between both Mahoraga and me while he clicked his tongue. The tag-teaming was not letting this fight go anywhere.
And if his suspicions were correct, then a long drawn-out fight wasn't in his favor.
However, we didn't stop. We tag-teamed well and kept him on his toes.
Meanwhile, we suffered damage as well, and during the close combat he finally noticed.
"Kai."
A Dismantle was sent directly at me, hit me across the chest. However, there was something different about this Dismantle.
A soul-tearing feeling spread over me and I stumbled back, eyes widening as sweat filled my back.
"Hmm, so I was right. You were manipulating your soul to heal your body, wasn't you?" Sukuna grinned and pointed it out.
'Damn... he figured it out way too quickly...'
"I was honestly expecting you to take some time before you realized that. Sigh..." I replied with a grin of my own. While the attack did indeed damage my soul, with Mahito's technique, healing that isn't that hard either. Just needs time.
"And what about the Shikigami? You were desperately trying to attract my attention away from it." Sukuna grinned, eyes once again on Mahoraga.
Okay… I don't like smart villains.
"Meh… you'll figure it out yourself in a bit anyway." I shrugged and walked up to Mahoraga.
Since he knew my trick, me fighting on the front line wasn't a good idea anymore. In the absence of any RCT, I'd be nothing more than a piece of meat on a chopping board for this devil cook.
"Mahoraga…" I called.
He looked at me, Sukuna observing all this with amusement.
"Give him hell." I winked, and then the darkness under me expanded and I seemed to dissolve under Mahoraga's shadow.
The one and only feat of shadow manipulation I could do, which came as a part of Mahoraga's ability.
And then Mahoraga's grin on his face just turned even wider as he turned completely toward Sukuna.
Sukuna just sneered at my move.
What followed was no longer a battle of strategy or restraint, but a clash between two monsters who had already crossed the line where conventional combat meant anything.
Hence, I got out.
Sukuna didn't hesitate once he realized I was no longer interfering, his full attention locking onto Mahoraga as his slashes came out faster, sharper, and far more deliberate than before. Dismantle carved through the air in invisible waves, Cleave followed wherever contact was made, and the battlefield around them was torn apart piece by piece as buildings split open and the ground fractured under the relentless barrage.
All in the name of quenching his curiosity about this Shikigami.
Mahoraga walked through it all.
Not untouched, not unaffected—at least not until the King of Curses was reduced to simply chopping him up.
The earlier exchanges had already done their work, and now every slash that once carved cleanly into him only left shallow marks at best. He had already adapted to Sukuna's slashes. The wheel above his head turned steadily, almost rhythmically, and with every turn, Sukuna's techniques lost more of their edge.
Mahoraga closed the distance.
Sukuna met him head-on.
Their clash shattered what remained of the street, the impact of blade against bare hand sending shockwaves outward as Sukuna caught the strike again, but this time the force drove him back half a step instead of stopping cleanly. His grin widened, not in mockery, but in genuine excitement as he twisted his body and retaliated with a Cleave aimed directly at Mahoraga's torso.
It landed.
And did nothing meaningful.
Mahoraga's counter came immediately, a downward slash that Sukuna avoided by the smallest margin, the blade carving through the ground behind him instead. He vanished and reappeared at Mahoraga's flank, launching a barrage of unseen slashes in rapid succession, the kind that would have shredded anything else to pieces in an instant.
Mahoraga endured.
Adapted and advanced.
Each step he took forced Sukuna further back, away from the denser parts of the city, exactly as I had intended—the destruction trailing behind them but never quite reaching the heart of it. Buildings still fell, streets still cracked open, but the scale remained contained, controlled by the steady pressure Mahoraga applied.
Sukuna noticed. Of course he did. But for him, it didn't matter. Why should he care whether someone dies or not? He only cared about what he wanted, and right now he was interested in knowing more about this Shikigami.
All of his slashes were rendered useless. Nothing seemed to be working.
"Enough of this," he muttered.
The air changed.
"I understand what you're doing. You're like Yamata no Orochi… adapting to my technique…"
A wide grin on his face.
"Meaning I just have to kill you in one hit, with something new."
His hands came together, forming a very familiar sign.
"Domain Expansion."
Malevolent Shrine unfolded without a barrier, manifesting directly into the world as the environment itself warped under his will. The ground split open into a shrine-like expanse, and the moment it activated, slashes filled everything within range—an endless storm of Dismantle and Cleave tearing through the space with absolute certainty.
Mahoraga stood in the center of it.
And endured.
The barrage hit him from every direction—continuous, overwhelming, unavoidable—yet the result remained the same. The slashes struck, adapted, weakened, and became ineffective as the wheel turned again and again, faster now under the constant exposure.
Sukuna watched. And then grinned.
"…As I thought," he murmured, his grin returning, wider than before.
The domain continued to carve the surroundings apart, but Mahoraga remained, advancing step by step through the storm until even that overwhelming output failed to put him down.
And that was when Sukuna made his decision.
The slashes stopped.
Not because they failed, but because he chose something else.
"Then I'll just burn you instead."
The air heated.
"Fuga."
A fire arrow formed in his hand, and what followed was nothing less than a nuke detonating.
Everything was burned to a crisp.
Everything was blown sky high.
It was madness.
The explosion should have ended it.
Even from within the shadow, I felt the sheer scale of it, the way the world itself seemed to fold under the heat and pressure as Sukuna unleashed that fire arrow in conjunction with his domain. It was catastrophic.
However, when the flames died down—
And he saw something he didn't expect—Mahoraga still stood there.
Burned, charred, almost unrecognizable for a brief second, his entire frame blackened as if he had been reduced to nothing more than a husk. But then the wheel above his head turned once, and in the next instant, his body restored itself, the damage erased as if it had never existed.
Even Sukuna paused, left in shock at what he witnessed. That was his strongest attack in 15-finger form.
That slight stillness, that brief flicker of confusion in his gaze, said more than any reaction could.
"…Didn't work? huh..." I smirked and slowly stepped out from the shadow behind Mahoraga, my body protesting the movement, cuts lining my arms and torso, burns still fresh across my skin—but none of them deep enough to matter anymore.
Mahoraga took the major brunt of that attack. Only the lingering damage was passed to me. And even then, with my Domain Amplification on, I was a mess.
But hey, they say everything is a learning experience. I happened to learn something as well.
Right in front of him, I let the cursed energy flow properly this time—not forcing it through Mahito's technique, but reversing it.
Slowly, the wounds closed up and burned skin fell away, leaving place for new, fresh skin.
Reverse Cursed Technique. I figured it out while Mahoraga was fighting Sukuna. He used it enough times that it wasn't that hard, especially with the feeling of my technique healing me after every kill inside the domain.
As long as I recalled that feeling and manipulated the cursed energy like Sukuna did—it wasn't that hard.
The wounds closed.
He just watched.
"Surprised?" I let out a breath, rolling my shoulder as the last of the pain dulled. "Took me a while, but I got it down."
Actually, he wasn't very surprised I figured out RCT. What he was surprised about was how Mahoraga survived.
"You're wondering why that didn't kill him, aren't you?" I continued, nodding toward Mahoraga, who stood as steady as ever beside me. "Simple. I already tried something similar."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Fire," I said plainly, for the first time my hands lighting up with Jogo's flames, which I held back until now.
"Same idea. High output, compressed heat, straight-up annihilation type attack."
I grinned.
"He's already adapted to fire."
Understanding clicked into place behind his eyes. And then, being the kind of sorcerer he was, he also figured out what was coming next.
"You knew my technique then, I presume." He was still composed after all this.
"Not many do in this era. I just happen to be an exception." I shrugged.
"So... what now?" he asked, already having figured out that I intentionally held back my fire to make him exhaust himself by using his domain.
Now that his technique was on cooldown, he might be able to use his technique—he was Sukuna after all, he could force his brain to work for his technique even with reduced output—however, he couldn't open his domain.
At least until he miraculously figured out how to heal his own technique with RCT…
Smiling, I raised my hands.
"Your turn to deal with something new."
"Domain Expansion—"
His hands were already coming together to form an anti-domain barrier. But that wouldn't matter.
"Death Trade..."
My domain was established in record-breaking time. However, not faster than Sukuna encasing himself in Hollow Wicker Basket.
I knew this would happen.
When uncertain of what kind of technique I actually had, Sukuna chose to use Hollow Wicker Basket instead of Domain Amplification.
Meaning I had to make him drop that technique—and fast, since his technique could recover at any time.
"Mahoraga."
I did not waste even a fraction of a second thinking about it as both Mahoraga and I moved at the same time, charging him from two different angles while he stood there inside my domain, forced to hold his ground instead of cutting us down like he had been doing before.
I didn't go for his body.
That would have been the obvious choice, and Sukuna would have expected it, so instead I shifted my focus at the last possible moment and drove my fist straight into him with everything I had—not aiming for flesh, but aiming for the boundary I had only recently begun to understand—the fragile line between his soul and Itadori's.
Mahito's technique can do more than just shape the soul, you know.
The impact landed clean.
For the first time in this entire fight, Sukuna's expression shifted—just slightly—but I saw it, because he had not expected that kind of attack, not in the middle of a situation where he thought brute force would decide everything.
"Surprised? You should have expected this much when you realized I had something related to soul shaping."
His grip over Itadori slipped, ever so slightly—and with that, his output dropped, again ever so slightly.
Not completely, not even close, but enough that I could see the difference in his output—the slight drop in pressure, the subtle instability in his cursed energy.
If it was anyone else's body, it would have been difficult, but Yuji's body was a natural counter to his soul.
Mahoraga did not give him time.
The moment I created that opening, Mahoraga was already there, swinging with that massive frame of his, forcing Sukuna to divide his attention even further.
And while I was at it, I thought, why not let others join in?
In a split second, Jogo and Dagon manifested, all ganging up on Sukuna together.
Even Sukuna was taken aback at this development, but finally he was starting to understand what my technique could be.
As for Mahito, I can't use the power of those whom I manifest inside the domain while they are manifested. So, to use soul attacks, I can't bring him out.
While I kept hammering at his soul, forcing him to stabilize his control over Itadori's body again and again, Mahoraga and the others put pressure on him, continuing to attack relentlessly. Adapting with every exchange, every failed attempt of Sukuna to counter fed into that silent, unstoppable process.
Then it happened.
A KLNK sound.
Mahoraga adjusted.
The next time it struck, something changed in the interaction between Sukuna's defense and Mahoraga's attack.
And now he was inside my domain.
I already had a trade in mind.
I outright switched off the usage of one technique from both of us. I lost one of my various techniques while he lost his original.
That was a big deal. Without access to that technique, he couldn't open his domain and get out of here.
For the first time, even Sukuna looked worried in this situation.
"Oh, by the way, don't expect you're escaping by handing Yuji his body back. I will still damage your soul until you're out of him." I grinned.
And then we moved.
Together.
All four of us onto him, when he had no cursed technique.
Punch by punch, I slowly drove him out of Yuji's body until he was nothing but a parasite.
"Mahoraga..." I called, and the Shikigami raised his sword up, ready to deliver the final strike.
"Do as you wish, brat. I still have five more fingers out there. I'm not dying."
I nodded. I knew villains have to give some last words before going—none of them could go quietly.
"Don't worry. As you see, Mahoraga is capable of destroying your soul. It wouldn't take him long to adapt to those fingers either. I'll hunt those fingers down and send those parts of your soul to you very soon.
Consider it a farewell gift from me." I winked.
And Mahoraga's sword fell.
The domain broke open. We were once again back in open Shibuya, and power was coursing through me.
Of course, it was Sukuna's power.
"Now just the loose ends to tie up..." I grumbled.
-x-
Further away, Kenjaku was already getting out of Shibuya after realizing what kind of clusterf*ck had taken place.
Who would have thought that a monster like that guy would show up out of nowhere? He had to go now. Or else.
"Going already."
A voice from behind broke his stride.
This voice was, of course, me. "I thought we could talk a little. You happen to have something on you I want. You know." My eyes landed on the cube in his hands.
"I see... never have I wondered a guy like you would show up when everything was going as planned." He grumbled to himself.
Of course he would try to sweet-talk to deter me, but I just asked the same thing.
"Hand over Satoru Gojo."
His lips pursed.
Next second, multiple cursed spirits were moving towards me, an entire horde of them. He planned to use them as a distraction to run away.
However, even before he could take a single step, all of them were cut down by invisible slashes.
"Guess we're doing this the hard way then..." I mused.
He scowled. He had planned for a thousand years for this—he wasn't running away now.
"Domain Expansion." He started with his strongest move.
Unfortunately, it was the wrong move.
I too opened my domain.
And unlike what he thought—of clashing my domain with his open domain, attacking my barrier—it didn't go that way. What came in front of him was a gigantic domain dwarfing his own.
And the fun fact—it lacked a barrier too.
It was an open domain. Learned from Sukuna.
"You know what... sorcery from the Heian era was quite advanced..." I winked.
xXx
A/N : And there you go, all 4 omakes done and man it was hard AF. Those were too many words for me.
Now you know why I was balancing power for MC. Otherwise as you saw, a hour old sorcerer just took down the king of curses.
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