Lightning struck without clouds.
The sky was clear—
Yet thunder roared across the horizon.
Far from the ruined city where Toji Fushiguro struggled to breathe…
Far from where Ryomen Sukuna stood watching the shifting era…
A single grave split open.
The Lightning Vessel
Cursed energy crackled violently inside an abandoned mountain temple.
The reincarnation ritual had reached its final stage.
A human host convulsed—
Bones cracking.
Veins glowing electric blue.
Then—
Silence.
A tall figure stepped forward from the smoke.
Eyes sharp.
Hair wild.
Skin humming with contained voltage.
Hajime Kashimo had returned.
A Warrior From Another Age
Kashimo flexed his fingers.
Sparks danced across his knuckles.
Electric arcs snapped against stone pillars.
"This era feels weak," he muttered calmly.
His memories were intact.
Heian battlefields.
Storm-soaked duels.
Endless pursuit of the strongest.
He didn't return for conquest.
He returned for one purpose.
"To fight the strongest sorcerer alive."
His eyes turned toward the distant cursed pressure dominating the horizon.
He felt it immediately.
Sukuna.
The King of Curses.
Kashimo smiled faintly.
"Finally."
The Surge
He stepped forward—
And the ground beneath him shattered from electromagnetic discharge.
Lightning struck down repeatedly around his body.
Not summoned.
Attracted.
His cursed energy resonated with the sky itself.
Birds fled.
Trees split.
Air ionized.
Unlike modern sorcerers—
Kashimo didn't conserve energy.
He refined it to one purpose:
Single-use absolute annihilation.
News Spreads
Across different regions—
Reincarnated sorcerers began clashing with modern jujutsu forces.
But among them—
One name spread instantly.
The Lightning God.
A sorcerer who killed with one strike.
A man who never fought twice.
Kashimo didn't attack civilians.
Didn't waste time on weak opponents.
He walked straight toward the largest cursed energy signature he could sense.
Toward Sukuna.
The King Smiles Again
On a distant rooftop—
Sukuna felt the electrical distortion in the atmosphere.
The static charge in the wind.
He looked toward the approaching storm.
Another ancient presence.
Another warrior reborn.
His four eyes gleamed slightly.
"Good."
Behind him, ruins still burned.
Toji was recovering somewhere in the shadows.
Kenjaku's ritual was complete.
And now—
A lightning spear from the past was walking into the present.
Meanwhile…
Inside a destroyed subway tunnel—
Toji forced himself upright against a wall.
His body was still critically damaged.
But he could feel the new arrival.
Different from Sukuna.
Sharper.
More focused.
Pure combat intent.
Toji exhaled slowly.
"Another monster…"
The era had officially changed.
Reincarnated sorcerers were awakening.
And one of them—
Hajime Kashimo—
Was hunting the King of Curses.
But in a world where Sukuna and Toji still breathed—
Lightning might not be the only storm waiting to strike.