Yoru's voice rang out in the wind, his body moving like a crimson bolt of lightning tearing through the night as he raced across the shattered streets of Shibuya.
With every step he took, the asphalt beneath his feet cracked and splintered, unable to withstand the sheer weight of his explosive power.
At this moment, the blood within his body was surging at a violent speed.
With his synchronization rate sitting at sixty percent, his physical functions were in a constant state of peak arousal.
The surrounding ruins, the debris, and even the scent of blood permeating the air were all infinitely amplified in his perception.
However...
Just a few blocks away from the central battlefield of Shibuya, the crimson bolt of lightning came to a sudden, unprompted halt.
"Screech—!"
The hard asphalt was plowed into two scorched furrows half a meter deep by the sheer inertia of his stop, and the pungent smell of burnt rubber instantly filled the air.
Yoru stopped and tilted his head up slightly.
He didn't continue forward; instead, he turned his gaze toward the patch of night sky ahead, which was completely shrouded in a dark red glow.
'This aura...'
Yoru narrowed his crimson eyes, a rare expression of solemnity crossing his features.
"Transparent World, Activate."
With a low murmur, the world before his eyes underwent a cataclysmic change.
The high-rises and reinforced concrete that had obstructed his vision were now reduced to transparent outlines.
His sight bypassed layer upon layer of ruins and spatial obstacles, locking directly onto the hellish battlefield at the heart of Shibuya.
Within the microscopic vision of the Transparent World, the flow of cursed energy throughout central Shibuya was clearly visible.
But now, the cursed energy in that area could no longer be called a 'flow.'
It was boiling and roaring, like a cosmic black hole capable of devouring everything.
At the dead center of the battlefield, Yoru saw the figure clad in a black Jujutsu High uniform.
Ryomen Sukuna.
From the perspective of the Transparent World, the cursed energy within Sukuna appeared as a rich, dark red, as viscous as liquid lava.
Not only was the sheer volume of this cursed energy astronomical, but its quality and density were also the most terrifying Yoru had ever seen.
They were beyond anything he had encountered.
With every breath, the cursed energy inside Sukuna's body surged through his limbs like a tsunami.
That extreme violence and pure desire for destruction made Yoru's skin prickle even from several blocks away.
'So this is the King of Curses at fifteen fingers...'
Yoru's fingers tightened around Shiranui, his knuckles whitening from the pressure.
He felt no fear; on the contrary, his blood began to boil uncontrollably at the prospect of meeting a true powerhouse.
Opposite Sukuna, Yoru also spotted Jogo.
"Boom!!"
Even from a great distance, Yoru could clearly see the massive meteorite rapidly forming above Jogo's head.
That was Jogo's trump card, a devastating strike created by compressing all his cursed energy to its absolute limit.
"Maximum: Meteor."
Yoru silently spoke the name of the technique in his heart.
Under the ultimate analysis of the Transparent World, the process of Jogo releasing his Maximum technique was slowed down countless times in Yoru's eyes.
He saw clearly how Jogo compressed and refined the cursed energy from its dispersed state, finally constructing that massive entity capable of leveling an entire district.
It wasn't just a heap of power; it was an ultimate application of the rules of jujutsu.
'Pushing one\'s own traits to the limit, discarding all defense and versatility to pursue absolute destructive power...'
A thoughtful light gleamed in Yoru's eyes.
Ever since his synchronization rate broke fifty percent, unlocking all the sword forms of Sun Breathing and the Bright Red Nichirin Sword, his swordsmanship had reached an extremely high level.
But Breathing Styles were, after all, a system of pure physics and swordsmanship.
When facing the flamboyant techniques of the jujutsu world—some even involving space and the law of causality—pure sword strikes sometimes felt a bit strained.
This was why he had been trying to merge Breathing Styles with the rules of cursed energy.
Now, observing Jogo's Maximum technique up close was like opening a brand-new door for Yoru.
'If...'
'If I can compress and reorganize all the sword forms of Sun Breathing like this...'
'To transform that endless cycle into a burst of instantaneous power, a slash with domain-like properties...'
In Yoru's mind, the trajectories of countless sword techniques began to simulate and collide frantically.
At this moment, he gained a deeper understanding of the "ultimate."
This realization planted a vital seed for the self-created 'Maximum' that would eventually rewrite reality.
"Rumble!!!"
The distant meteorite finally crashed down, and the explosion was so deafening that the earth trembled violently even where Yoru stood.
But Yoru knew that an attack of that level couldn't possibly harm Sukuna in the slightest.
It was nothing more than a pastime for the King of Curses when he was bored.
"It's about time to move."
Yoru took a deep breath, slightly narrowed the range of his Transparent World, and pulled out a specially made cursed corpse communicator from his waist.
It was a point-to-point communication tool Principal Yaga had prepared for them before they came to Shibuya, capable of bypassing the Curtain's interference to an extent.
"Suguru, do you copy?"
Yoru pressed the button, his voice steady and calm.
Amidst a slight crackle of static, Suguru Geto's deep voice came from the other end.
"Yoru? I'm currently dealing with a swarm of curses in Sector B. What's wrong? How's it going on your end?"
Hearing Suguru's slightly winded but still stable voice, the corner of Yoru's mouth curled up.
In this altered timeline, the man who was once the most evil curse user was now fighting alongside them as their most reliable companion.
"I have some bad news for you."
Yoru looked up at the flames soaring into the sky in the distance.
"Sukuna has fully awakened."
The other end of the line fell into a deathly silence.
It took several seconds before Suguru's voice rang out again, filled with disbelief.
"What did you say?! Sukuna?! That monster inside Yuji?!"
"How many fingers is he at now?"
"Fifteen," Yoru replied calmly, giving a number that was enough to drive anyone to despair.
"..."
A sharp intake of breath came through the communicator.
A fifteen-finger Sukuna was a terrifying existence that even Special Grade sorcerers wouldn't dare look at directly.
"He's in the central district right now, playing a game of wanton destruction with Jogo."
Yoru tightened his grip on Shiranui. The patterns on the hilt seemed to sense their master's battle intent, beginning to emit a faint heat.
"The buildings in that area are almost entirely destroyed. Although he hasn't expanded his domain yet, if they keep fighting like this, all of Shibuya will be razed to the ground."
"Suguru, I'm going to the center to stop him."
There was no room for negotiation in Yoru's tone; it was a firm statement of fact.
"You're going to stop him?"
Suguru's voice suddenly spiked, filled with unprecedented gravity.
"Yoru, are you insane! That's the fifteen-finger King of Curses!"
"Even you... even with that incredible swordsmanship of yours, facing him alone is too reckless!"
"I know."
Yoru smiled slightly, his crimson eyes burning like two eternal suns.
"Because he's the King of Curses, I have to go."
"Besides Gojo-sensei, I'm the only one in all of Shibuya who can stand before him right now."
Although Yoru's words were calm, they carried an unparalleled aura of dominance and confidence.
Suguru fell silent.
He knew Yoru too well.
This boy, who usually seemed gentle and even a bit dorky, would turn into a War God more pure and stubborn than anyone else once he held a blade.
Once he decided on something, he wouldn't hesitate to cleave his way through even if an abyss lay ahead.
"I understand."
Suguru took a deep breath, his voice regaining the cold composure of a Special Grade sorcerer.
"Since you've decided, I won't stop you."
"But Yoru, listen to me."
Suguru's tone became incredibly serious, even bordering on stern.
"That guy is a true monster. No matter how strong you are, even you must absolutely, positively not be careless!"
"If you die, it'll be a real headache for me."
Hearing Suguru's awkward display of concern, the smile on Yoru's face widened.
"Don't worry, Suguru."
"I value my life quite a lot."
Yoru slowly raised Shiranui, the blade reflecting a heart-stopping cold light in the dim night.
"As for you, keep clearing out the peripheral curses and evacuate as many survivors as possible."
"Leave Sukuna to me."
"We'll... meet at the summit."
"Click."
Yoru crushed the communicator in his hand.
He no longer suppressed his aura, and the immense power belonging to Yoriichi Tsugikuni within him was unleashed like a volcanic eruption!
"Boom—!!"
A visible shockwave of white air exploded outward with Yoru as the center, the surrounding ruins and stones instantly pulverized under the terrifying pressure.
"Come, King of Curses."
Yoru's figure vanished instantly, leaving only a long-lasting crimson afterimage in the air.
"Let me see if you, a ghost from a thousand years ago, can withstand this strike of mine that spans across time and space!"
The curtain on the final battle has risen.
Can Yoru, with a mortal body, stand against the peerless King of Curses?
The fate of Shibuya is about to face its ultimate judgment in this top-tier collision!
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