The jujutsu world had fallen into silence.
Not peace.
Not calm.
But the silence of extinction.
Cities burned in the distance.
Curses roamed freely through abandoned districts.
And the few surviving sorcerers had gone into hiding.
Some prayed.
Some waited.
Some hoped someone would stop the nightmare.
But there was only one man still hunting.
The Hunter Moves
Inside the ruins of a collapsed station—
Toji Fushiguro slowly stood up.
His wounds had barely stabilized.
Choso's last blood technique had saved his life—
But it wouldn't last forever.
Still…
His eyes were calm.
Focused.
He had realized something important.
Sukuna was the storm.
But storms don't create themselves.
Someone had set everything in motion.
Someone who stayed hidden while others died.
One name remained.
Kenjaku.
Toji picked up his blade.
"Time to hunt the brain."
The Invisible Enemy
Kenjaku was different from the others.
He didn't fight for glory.
He didn't chase strength.
He manipulated.
For centuries he had controlled events from the shadows—
Jumping bodies.
Creating cursed wombs.
Triggering disasters.
And now—
Reincarnating ancient sorcerers to reshape the world.
Toji understood something simple.
"If you kill the puppeteer…"
"…the war changes."
Tracking the Impossible
Finding Kenjaku wasn't easy.
He erased his cursed energy signature constantly.
Used barrier illusions.
Moved through underground ritual networks.
But Kenjaku had one weakness.
He relied on cursed energy systems.
And Toji—
Had none.
He slipped through barriers without triggering alarms.
Crossed cursed fields undetected.
Walked directly through detection grids meant only for sorcerers.
For the first time—
Kenjaku's security failed.
Because the system could not detect someone outside the system.
The Ritual Site
Deep underground—
Inside an ancient shrine chamber—
Kenjaku stood before a massive ritual formation.
Cursed symbols carved across the floor.
Energy flowing through hundreds of veins connected to destroyed battlefields.
The ritual was evolving.
Something massive was being born.
Kenjaku muttered quietly.
"Soon the world will transform."
Then—
A faint sound echoed behind him.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Heavy.
Human.
Kenjaku turned his head slightly.
And smiled.
"You found me faster than expected."
Predator vs Architect
From the shadows—
Toji stepped forward.
Blood dried across his clothes.
His body still damaged.
But his grip on the blade steady.
"No more running."
Kenjaku studied him carefully.
"You really are interesting."
"A man with no cursed energy…"
"…standing at the center of the greatest cursed era in history."
Toji didn't respond.
He simply walked closer.
Kenjaku sighed softly.
"Well."
"If you want to stop the ritual…"
"…you'll have to kill me first."
Dozens of cursed spirits began crawling out of the ritual circle.
Grotesque.
Massive.
Ancient.
Kenjaku spread his arms calmly.
"Let's test the Sorcerer Killer properly."
The Hunt Begins
Toji disappeared instantly.
His blade flashed.
Three cursed spirits were cut apart before their bodies fully emerged.
Kenjaku's eyes sharpened slightly.
"Still that fast even after Sukuna and Kashimo…"
Toji moved again.
Closing distance.
This wasn't a duel.
This was exactly what Toji was built for.
Assassination.
Kenjaku stepped back.
Barrier seals activated.
Cursed spirits flooded the chamber.
The underground temple erupted into chaos.
But for the first time in centuries—
Kenjaku was no longer controlling the battlefield comfortably.
Because the man hunting him—
Was immune to everything the jujutsu world relied on.
Far away—
High above the ruined city—
Ryomen Sukuna felt the disturbance.
His smile slowly widened.
"So the brain is finally being chased."
He leaned forward slightly.
"Good."
"Break the board even more."
Because the closer the world moved to collapse—
The closer it came to the final fight he truly wanted.
Sukuna vs the anomaly.
But first—
The architect of chaos had to survive the hunter.
And right now—
Kenjaku was the prey.