The underground shrine trembled violently.
Cracks spread across the ritual chamber as cursed energy surged through the walls like veins.
Dozens of cursed spirits crawled out of the glowing ritual circle—
Grotesque.
Massive.
Ancient.
But none of them lasted long.
One after another—
They were cut down.
Clean.
Fast.
Brutal.
At the center of the carnage stood Toji Fushiguro.
His body was still damaged.
Burn marks from lightning.
Deep wounds from Sukuna's attacks.
But his movements were still deadly.
Across the chamber—
Watching calmly—
Was Kenjaku.
The Last Conversation
Kenjaku sighed softly as another cursed spirit was cut apart.
"You really are persistent."
Toji walked forward slowly.
His blade dragging slightly across the stone floor.
"You used my son."
Kenjaku didn't deny it.
"Yes."
"To create the perfect catalyst."
Toji's eyes became colder.
Kenjaku continued calmly.
"If Megumi had lived… you might have remained peaceful."
"You might never have attacked the sorcerer world."
He smiled slightly.
"But tragedy creates monsters."
"And monsters create evolution."
No More Words
Toji stopped walking.
"Done talking."
And vanished.
The speed shattered the ground beneath his feet.
Kenjaku instantly raised multiple barriers.
Layered cursed techniques formed like invisible walls.
Toji's blade hit the first one—
CRACK.
The barrier shattered instantly.
The second barrier appeared.
Then the third.
Then the fourth.
Each one breaking under the same unstoppable force.
Kenjaku's eyes widened slightly.
"So even my defenses can't slow you…"
The Brain Fights Back
Kenjaku clapped his hands together.
Cursed spirits erupted from the ritual circle in massive numbers.
Special grade monsters.
Hundreds of them.
The chamber became a sea of claws and teeth.
But Toji didn't stop.
His movements became a blur.
Slash.
Step.
Cut.
Turn.
Every strike precise.
Every movement lethal.
Bodies exploded around him as he moved straight toward Kenjaku.
Like a predator ignoring everything except its target.
The Final Barrier
Kenjaku activated one last technique.
A massive barrier dome sealed the entire shrine.
"You really are dangerous."
His voice remained calm.
"But killing me won't stop what has already begun."
Toji stepped forward again.
"I don't care."
Kenjaku raised his hand.
"You should."
Then he whispered quietly.
"Because Sukuna planned Megumi's death."
Those words froze the air.
For a brief moment—
Toji stopped moving.
And that moment—
Was Kenjaku's mistake.
The Killing Strike
Toji disappeared again.
Faster than before.
Kenjaku attempted to react—
But something was wrong.
There was no cursed energy to track.
No signal.
No warning.
Just silence.
Then—
A blade appeared behind his neck.
Kenjaku's eyes widened.
"So that's why…"
The blade moved.
One clean slash.
Kenjaku's head separated from his body instantly.
The barrier collapsed.
The ritual symbols faded.
The cursed spirits disintegrated.
The mastermind of centuries—
The architect of chaos—
Fell to the ground.
Kenjaku's Last Smile
As his head rolled across the floor—
Kenjaku laughed quietly.
"…Perfect."
Toji looked down at him.
Kenjaku's fading eyes stared at the ceiling.
"I never needed to survive…"
"All I needed…"
"…was for the world to reach this point."
His voice faded.
"Toji… Sukuna… Gojo…"
"The final stage…"
"…is yours."
And then—
Silence.
Kenjaku's body dissolved into cursed energy dust.
The brain that had manipulated centuries of history—
Was gone.
The Hunter Stands Alone
Toji stood in the ruined shrine quietly.
The man responsible for Megumi's death was dead.
But the anger inside him didn't fade.
Because Kenjaku had said something important.
Sukuna had ordered it.
Sukuna had started everything.
Toji picked up his blade again.
His voice was cold.
"Sukuna."
A New Presence
Above the ruined shrine—
A massive wave of cursed energy suddenly appeared.
Bright.
Overwhelming.
The pressure filled the entire area.
Toji looked up slowly.
Standing on the edge of the collapsed temple roof—
Was Satoru Gojo.
His Six Eyes scanned the destroyed chamber below.
Then his gaze locked directly onto Toji.
For a few seconds—
Neither of them spoke.
Two legends of the jujutsu world.
Meeting again after years.
Gojo finally smiled slightly.
"Well…"
"This explains the chaos."
And the strongest sorcerer and the Sorcerer Killer—
Were finally face to face again.