The underground shrine was quiet.
Too quiet.
The ritual circle had faded.
Cursed energy that once flooded the chamber was now gone.
In the middle of the broken stone floor—
The body of Kenjaku had already dissolved into dust.
The mastermind of centuries had fallen.
And now—
Only two figures remained.
Two Legends Face Each Other
Standing across the ruined chamber—
Satoru Gojo looked down from the broken roof.
Below him stood Toji Fushiguro.
The same man who once nearly killed him years ago.
The same man who was supposed to be dead.
For a moment—
Neither of them moved.
Wind passed through the shattered temple walls.
Gojo finally spoke.
"So… you're alive."
Toji didn't smile.
"Looks that way."
The Strongest and the Hunter
Gojo slowly stepped down from the broken structure.
His Six Eyes examined everything around him.
Destroyed barriers.
Dead cursed spirits.
The remains of Kenjaku's ritual.
Then his gaze returned to Toji.
"You killed him."
Toji nodded slightly.
"He deserved worse."
Gojo crossed his arms calmly.
"That brain caused most of this disaster."
"Impressive work."
Toji's eyes remained cold.
"Don't congratulate me."
"This isn't over."
The Name That Remains
Both men knew the truth.
Only one enemy remained.
Gojo looked toward the distant horizon.
Even from here—
He could feel the overwhelming cursed presence spreading across the land.
The pressure of a king.
Ryomen Sukuna.
Gojo exhaled slowly.
"So he's really running wild now."
Toji's grip tightened on his blade.
"He planned everything."
Gojo looked back at him.
"What do you mean?"
Toji's voice became darker.
"He ordered the attack that killed my son."
The air became heavier.
For the first time—
Gojo's expression changed slightly.
"You're serious?"
Toji nodded.
"Kenjaku confirmed it before he died."
Gojo looked down for a moment.
Then back toward the horizon.
The Calm Before War
The ruined shrine fell silent again.
Both men understood something important.
Sukuna wasn't hiding.
He was waiting.
Waiting for the strongest fighters to gather.
Waiting for the final battle.
Gojo smiled faintly.
"That guy really loves drama."
Toji turned slightly toward the exit of the shrine.
"I'm going to kill him."
Gojo adjusted his blindfold.
"Yeah…"
"…I figured."
A Temporary Alliance
For years—
They had been enemies.
Hunter and target.
But the world had changed.
Now only monsters remained.
Gojo stepped beside Toji.
"You know…"
"…if we fight each other right now…"
"…Sukuna wins."
Toji didn't argue.
Because it was true.
Gojo stretched his shoulders slightly.
"So let's make a deal."
"Toji Fushiguro and Satoru Gojo."
"The Sorcerer Killer and the Strongest Sorcerer."
"To take down the King of Curses."
Toji looked at him quietly.
Then nodded once.
"After that…"
"…we finish our fight."
Gojo grinned.
"Deal."
The King Waiting
Far away—
Standing on the edge of a destroyed city—
Ryomen Sukuna slowly opened his eyes.
He could feel them.
Two massive threats moving through the world.
One radiating limitless cursed energy.
The other radiating none at all.
Sukuna laughed softly.
"So the strongest and the anomaly finally joined forces."
His smile widened.
"Perfect."
Because this was exactly what he wanted.
A final battlefield.
Where only true monsters remained.
The Final Storm Approaches
Inside the ruined shrine—
Toji walked toward the exit.
Gojo followed beside him.
Two figures leaving the underground darkness.
Above them—
Thunder rolled across the sky.
The world was about to witness the greatest battle in its history.
The King of Curses.
Versus
The Strongest Sorcerer
and
The Sorcerer Killer.
The final storm was coming. ⚡