The underground shrine trembled.
Cracks spread across the ritual chamber as cursed energy surged violently through the floor.
Broken stones floated slightly in the air from the pressure.
At the center—
Toji Fushiguro stood motionless.
His blade trembled slightly in his hand.
Not from fear.
From rage.
Across from him—
Calm as ever—
Kenjaku watched carefully.
He had expected anger.
But what he saw instead was something colder.
Much more dangerous.
The Question
Toji's voice came out low and sharp.
"You said Megumi's death started your plan."
Kenjaku nodded slightly.
"That is correct."
Toji stepped forward slowly.
"But you still haven't explained something."
The chamber became silent.
"You sent the sorcerers."
"But you weren't there that day."
Kenjaku's smile faded slightly.
Toji's eyes narrowed.
"Someone else gave the order."
The Flashback
The memory returned.
Clearer now.
The day Megumi died.
A small road outside the city.
Young Megumi Fushiguro walking beside his father.
Laughing.
Talking about something simple.
Then—
Four sorcerers appeared.
They attacked instantly.
Toji fought.
Hard.
But something felt wrong.
Their coordination was too perfect.
Their timing too precise.
Almost like someone was watching the fight.
Guiding them.
Even after Toji fell—
One of the sorcerers had spoken strange words.
"Orders are orders."
At the time—
Toji thought they meant the Zenin clan.
But now—
Something didn't add up.
Kenjaku's Smile Returns
Kenjaku slowly clapped.
"You really are sharp."
Toji's eyes darkened.
"You manipulated them."
Kenjaku tilted his head slightly.
"I guided them."
"But the order…"
"…was not mine."
The chamber suddenly felt colder.
Toji's voice dropped.
"Then whose?"
Kenjaku turned and looked toward the massive ritual energy rising from the earth.
"The same person who benefits the most from this world collapsing."
Silence.
Then Kenjaku whispered a single name.
The Hidden Mastermind
"Ryomen Sukuna."
Toji froze.
Kenjaku continued calmly.
"You see…"
"Sukuna has always hated the balance of the modern jujutsu world."
"Sorcerer organizations."
"Rules."
"Barriers."
"Control."
All of it disgusted him.
Kenjaku folded his arms.
"So centuries ago…"
"…we made a deal."
The words echoed through the chamber.
"To create an era where only true monsters survive."
Toji's grip tightened on his blade.
Kenjaku continued.
"But Sukuna needed chaos."
"Someone who would tear apart the sorcerer system from the inside."
He pointed directly at Toji.
"That someone was you."
The Final Detail
Toji's voice trembled slightly.
"You're saying…"
"Sukuna planned Megumi's death?"
Kenjaku nodded slowly.
"Yes."
"But not for revenge."
"Not for cruelty."
"For calculation.
He needed you broken.
Because a broken father becomes a perfect weapon.
And everything after that—
Zenin massacre.
Sorcerer hunts.
Domain collapses.
Even Sukuna's own awakening—
Was part of the same chain reaction."
Kenjaku's eyes glowed faintly.
"You and Sukuna were always meant to collide."
Rage Without Limit
The entire chamber cracked.
Toji's killing intent exploded like a shockwave.
The ritual circle flickered.
Even Kenjaku took a small step back.
For the first time—
Toji looked truly terrifying.
Not just as a fighter.
But as a man who had just learned the truth.
"You're both going to die."
His voice was calm.
But absolute.
Kenjaku smiled again.
"Of course."
"That was always the inevitable ending."
Because this world now had only two true apex predators left.
The King of Curses.
And the man with zero cursed energy.
The King Watches
Miles away—
Standing above the destroyed skyline—
Ryomen Sukuna looked toward the underground shrine.
His grin widened slowly.
"So the brain told him."
He stretched his arms slightly.
"This will make the final battle even better."
Because now—
The fight would not just be about strength.
It would be about revenge.
About a father's fury.
And Sukuna knew something very well.
Nothing in the world was more dangerous—
Than a hunter who had lost everything.