The city no longer existed.
Only smoke.
Flames.
And a massive crater where life once stood.
At its center—
Standing like an executioner—
Ryomen Sukuna in his true four-armed form.
And several meters away—
Bleeding from countless wounds—
Toji Fushiguro.
His breathing was uneven now.
Slower.
Heavy.
Even his Heavenly Restriction body had limits.
The Miscalculation
Toji charged once more.
Not recklessly.
Precisely.
He aimed for Sukuna's lower right arm—testing reaction timing.
His blade flashed—
It cut deep into cursed flesh.
Sukuna's expression didn't change.
Instead—
The other three arms moved simultaneously.
One caught Toji's wrist.
Another grabbed his shoulder.
The third drove a fist straight into his abdomen.
The impact ruptured something inside.
Blood exploded from Toji's mouth.
Before he could recover—
Sukuna twisted.
Bone snapped loudly.
Toji's arm dislocated.
Then Sukuna slammed him into the ground headfirst.
The crater deepened.
Overwhelming Output
Toji tried to stand—
Sukuna didn't allow it.
He stepped forward and placed one foot on Toji's chest.
Pinning him down.
"You adapted well," Sukuna said calmly.
"But you made one mistake."
Cursed energy condensed into Sukuna's upper palm.
"You assumed endurance equals victory."
He released the attack at point-blank range.
A concentrated Cleave detonated into Toji's torso.
The explosion tore through flesh and bone.
The shockwave split the crater further.
When the dust settled—
Toji lay motionless.
Chest deeply torn.
Breathing barely present.
Critical State
Blood pooled rapidly beneath him.
His vision faded in and out.
His heartbeat slowed.
Even his abnormal physique struggled to hold together.
Sukuna stepped off him slowly.
Four arms relaxed.
"You lasted longer than most eras," he said.
"But even anomalies bleed."
He turned slightly, preparing to finish it cleanly.
The Last Glance
Through blurred vision—
Toji stared upward at the broken sky.
Fragments of memory flickered.
A small boy.
Sharp eyes.
Silent resentment.
Megumi.
Toji coughed weakly.
His fingers twitched toward his fallen blade—
But they couldn't close fully.
Sukuna raised his hand for the final strike.
No theatrics.
No speech.
Just execution.
Unfinished
Before the blow landed—
Toji's eyes sharpened again for a brief second.
Not strength.
Not recovery.
Just awareness.
Even critically wounded—
He was still calculating.
Sukuna noticed.
A faint smirk returned.
"You refuse to die properly."
The killing blow descended—
And the battlefield held its breath.
Because this time—
Toji wasn't just injured.
He was critically wounded.
One more hit—
And the Sorcerer Killer would fall.