Sukuna staggered forward, his feet dragging through the cracked pavement. His body was torn, bruised, and bloodied—each breath growing heavier. He looked up, expecting another moment to recover.
He got three monsters instead.
Standing before him in the haze of cursed smoke—
Kinji Hakari.
Hiromi Higuruma.
Hajime Kashimo.
Hakari lit a cigarette, grinning, his shirt half-torn, torso glowing faintly with cursed regeneration. "Y'know… I've been waiting to hit the jackpot on your face."
Higuruma calmly adjusted his tie, the cursed sword of the Judgeman in hand. "You've committed enough crimes to deserve something worse than death."
Kashimo didn't say a word. Sparks danced around him. His presence? A silent thunderstorm waiting to crack open the heavens.
Sukuna's mouth curled into a small smirk.
"Three more insects. You're wasting my—"
BANG!
Hakari's fist broke the sound barrier and slammed into Sukuna's jaw. A beat later, Kashimo zipped in with a lightning-charged uppercut that launched Sukuna into the sky.
And while airborne—
"Ryoiki Tenkai – Idle Death Gamble!"
Hakari's domain flared like a neon slot machine bursting with cursed energy.
"Ryoiki Tenkai – Deadly Sentencing."
Higuruma raised his hand as the black scales of Judgeman materialized in the air.
"Ryoiki Tenkai – Thunder Decree."
Kashimo's domain glowed pale blue like ancient wrath made manifest.
Sukuna didn't even touch the ground before Higuruma's blade sliced through him midair—disrupting his flow of cursed energy. Judgement had passed.
BOOM!
Hakari caught the falling body and pile-drove him through a skyscraper.
Sukuna exploded through the floors, crashing down until—
CRACK!
Lightning burst through the top of the building as Kashimo dropped from above with a god-level bolt, electrocuting the King of Curses mid-freefall. The ground shattered. The storm roared. And Sukuna lay in a crater.
But it didn't end there.
Hakari landed next, his body regenerating instantly, and grabbed Sukuna by the throat.
"You're not even worth my gambling addiction anymore."
Sukuna choked on blood, only to be lifted again—
SLAM!
SLAM!
SLAM!
Building after building, wall after wall—Hakari threw Sukuna like a ragdoll across Shinjuku's ruins. Every impact was followed by the flash of lightning or the swing of Judgeman's cursed blade.
By the time it stopped, Sukuna was buried under rubble, his breathing shallow, cursed energy flickering like a dying candle.
From a rooftop above, Gojo whistled.
"Damn… they're not just my backup plan—they're the main damn show."