"Sorry to keep you waiting, Sukuna."
Yoru's voice was scattered by the night wind as he stood atop a half-collapsed commercial building, looking down over all of Shibuya.
Under the extreme vision of the Transparent World, the once-prosperous commercial district had now completely transformed into a dead zone woven from dark red cursed energy.
Sukuna's suffocatingly massive cursed energy was raging through the central area like a storm.
Every slash he unleashed left a terrifying, bottomless gouge in the earth.
'Is this guy intentionally enjoying the process of destruction?'
Yoru narrowed his eyes slightly.
He could clearly see that Sukuna hadn't instantly killed Jogo.
Instead, like a cat playing with a mouse, he was stripping away the Special Grade Cursed Spirit's hope bit by bit with absolute speed and power.
Sukuna was moving toward Shibuya Station; in his wake, everything—from skyscrapers to armored vehicles—was sliced into uniform pieces.
*Whoosh!*
While Yoru was focused on observing, a black afterimage suddenly shot up from the street below, landing steadily on the rooftop behind him.
"Whew... the cleanup work on the outskirts is temporarily over."
Suguru Geto patted the dust off his gojo-kesa and let out a long breath.
Though his breathing remained steady, his face was inevitably pale.
Summoning and micro-managing thousands of cursed spirits in a short time while accurately distinguishing between civilians and curse users...
...was such a freakishly delicate operation that even for a Special Grade Sorcerer like him, it was an immense drain.
"Good work, Suguru."
Yoru didn't turn around, his eyes still locked onto the distant battlefield.
"Thanks to your army of cursed spirits, the civilians in Sectors B and C have at least been fully evacuated."
"That's a minor matter."
Suguru Geto walked up beside Yoru and followed his gaze, his expression instantly becoming incredibly grave.
"The real trouble is that monster."
"And..."
Suguru turned to Yoru, his voice tinged with a rare sense of urgency.
"Just now, I completely lost contact with several scout cursed spirits I left in the underground station."
"Kenjaku has fled with the Prison Realm."
Hearing this, Yoru's expression didn't change much, as if it was all within his expectations.
"That thousand-year-old rat has a sharper sense for danger than anyone."
Yoru slowly turned around and pulled a crumpled map of Shibuya from his robes, spreading it out on the rooftop railing.
"He knows that once Sukuna fully awakens, this place will turn into a giant meat grinder."
"Moreover, he's even more afraid that I'll do whatever it takes to shatter that box in his hands at the last moment."
Yoru's finger traced lightly across the map, finally stopping on an underground passage leading to the edge of Shibuya.
"This is his most likely escape route."
Suguru Geto looked at the red dot on the map, his brow furrowed.
"What do we do now? If we let him escape with Satoru, won't everything we've done so far be for nothing?"
"Don't worry, he won't get away."
Yoru's lips curled into a cold arc.
"I've already sent the best man in all of Japan for tracking and killing to take his life."
"The best man for killing?"
Suguru froze for a moment as a name that made his skin crawl flashed through his mind.
"You don't mean..."
"Exactly. It's Toji Fushiguro."
Yoru nodded, his tone as calm as if he were discussing a trivial matter.
"I ran into him on the way. Because of the timeline merger, he's recovered his memories from 2006."
"I paid one billion yen for Kenjaku's head."
Upon hearing this shocking news, even the world-weary Suguru Geto couldn't help but gasp.
"Are you insane?! That's the Sorcerer Killer!"
"You actually hired the man who once nearly killed Satoru and me to hunt down that thousand-year-old monster who took my arm?!"
Suguru felt like his brain couldn't quite process this.
This magical turn of events was more preposterous than the most absurd dream!
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Besides, Toji is a blade that works surprisingly well as long as you pay enough."
Yoru patted Suguru's shoulder and tucked the map away.
"Sending Toji after Kenjaku is the safest arrangement."
"After all, with his transparent constitution lacking any cursed energy, he's the perfect ghost assassin in a Shibuya filled with cursed energy residuals."
"And..."
Yoru's gaze shifted back to the central battlefield shrouded in dark red light.
"We have more important things to do right now."
Suguru looked where Yoru was pointing; that malice, so vast it made the soul tremble, was crashing against their senses like waves.
"Yeah... we have to stop the King of Curses."
Suguru took a deep breath, slowly beginning to mobilize his remaining cursed energy.
"If we let him keep destroying like this, not just Shibuya, but all of Tokyo will be reduced to rubble."
"Yoru."
Suguru turned and looked at the black-haired youth beside him with absolute seriousness.
"Though I hate to admit it, if it were just me, I probably wouldn't last three minutes against a monster of that caliber."
"So, in the upcoming battle, I'll be the support. You're the vanguard."
At this, Suguru's lips curled into a long-absent, reckless smile—just like the one he used to wear back at Jujutsu High.
"Just like back in 2006 when we faced Toji Fushiguro at the Tombs of the Star Corridor."
"Leave my back to me. You just focus on the cutting."
Hearing this, Yoru's grip on Shiranui tightened slightly.
Within those scarlet eyes that were usually calm as water, a brilliant flame erupted that could incinerate everything.
"Of course."
*Hum!*
Blackish-red flames surged over two meters high from Shiranui's blade, the terrifying heat causing the surrounding air to scream with sonic booms.
With his synchronization rate at sixty percent, Yoru's physical state had reached an unprecedented peak.
"Let's go, Suguru."
Yoru crouched slightly, the concrete floor beneath his feet instantly webbing with cracks.
"Let's end this!"
*BOOM!!!*
Along with a deafening roar.
Yoru and Suguru Geto vanished from the rooftop simultaneously.
Turning into red and black streaks like meteors, they plummeted toward the center of the battlefield—which resembled Avici Hell—with unwavering determination.
And at the heart of the battlefield.
That one-sided massacre had finally reached its cruel conclusion.
What awaited Yoru and Suguru Geto was a true battle of life and death that transcended the limits of human cognition.