The moment Satoru Gojo stepped forward, the air across the ruined city began to tremble.
Cracks spread across the asphalt road.
Glass shattered in distant buildings.
The pressure of his cursed energy was enough to distort space itself.
Across from him stood Toji Fushiguro.
Silent.
Calm.
Completely unaffected.
Toji's body lowered slightly into a fighting stance, his grip tightening around the blade.
He had no cursed energy.
But the tension around him felt even more dangerous.
The King Watches
High above the battlefield, sitting casually on a broken skyscraper edge, Ryomen Sukuna watched with excitement.
His four eyes gleamed.
"So it begins."
Instead of attacking him directly—
The two strongest fighters of the era had chosen to settle their own clash first.
Sukuna laughed quietly.
"Humans truly are entertaining."
A Battlefield Chosen
Gojo looked around the destroyed city.
"This place won't survive our fight."
He pointed toward the open area outside the city.
A massive abandoned district filled with collapsed factories and empty highways.
"Toji."
"Let's move the battlefield."
Toji glanced in that direction.
More open space.
Less obstacles.
Perfect for a death match.
He nodded once.
"Fine."
Moving to the Arena
The two fighters began walking toward the outskirts of the city.
Every step they took carried a heavy pressure.
Cursed spirits hiding in nearby buildings fled instantly.
Even the sky above seemed darker.
Behind them, Sukuna jumped from the skyscraper roof.
He followed slowly from a distance.
He had no intention of interrupting.
Not yet.
"This will be fun."
The Arena
Minutes later—
They arrived at the battlefield.
An enormous empty industrial zone.
Broken factories.
Wide concrete ground.
No civilians.
No survivors.
Just silence.
Gojo stopped walking.
"This should be enough."
Toji stepped forward into the open area.
Wind moved across the empty land.
Dust swirled around their feet.
The Opposites
Gojo stretched his neck slightly.
Blue cursed energy flickered around him like lightning.
"Funny."
"Everyone called me the strongest."
He looked at Toji.
"But the only person who ever killed me once…"
"…had zero cursed energy."
Toji's expression remained cold.
"You talk too much."
Gojo laughed.
"Still the same."
Sukuna's Seat
From a distant rooftop overlooking the battlefield—
Sukuna sat comfortably like a spectator.
He rested his chin on his hand.
"Gojo vs Toji."
"The strongest sorcerer…"
"…versus the Sorcerer Killer."
His grin widened.
"No matter who wins…"
"…I'll simply kill the survivor."
The Duel Begins
Back on the battlefield—
Gojo slowly raised his hand.
Blue cursed energy gathered into a sphere.
Toji lowered his body.
Muscles tightening.
Eyes locked on Gojo's movements.
The wind stopped completely.
Both men understood the truth.
This was not a warm-up.
This was a death duel.
Gojo smiled slightly.
"Well then…"
"Toji Fushiguro."
Toji lifted his blade.
"Satoru Gojo."
For one final moment—
The world became silent.
Then—
Gojo whispered,
"Let's see which monster survives."
And the duel finally began. ⚡