"Drip... drip..."
In the silent underground transit hall, only a broken water pipe continued to leak, water dripping onto the scorching ground with a faint sound.
The air was filled with the suffocating smell of blood and the stench of charred flesh.
Sukuna stood with his hands in his pockets, his head slightly tilted. His crimson eyes flickered with undisguised amusement and cruelty as he quietly watched Choso, who stood blocking his path.
"You just said... you want me to get out of your brother's body?"
Sukuna's voice was soft, even carrying a hint of laziness.
Yet it seemed to possess a magic that could pierce the soul, making every hair on Choso's body stand on end in an instant.
"That's right!"
Choso glared intensely at the King of Curses. The three blood spheres between his hands were trembling violently, as if they could explode at any moment.
"Give Yuji Itadori's body... back to me!"
"Hahahaha!"
Sukuna suddenly threw his head back and let out a burst of unrestrained, wild laughter.
He flexed his wrists, feeling the volcanic surge of power within this body, his lips curling into an extremely dangerous arc.
"Interesting... how truly interesting!"
"A mere Cursed Womb: Death Painting—nothing more than a half-breed born from the union of a human and a curse—dares to speak to me in such a tone?"
Sukuna's gaze instantly went cold. A pressure several times more terrifying than before swept toward Choso like a tsunami!
Bang!
The ground beneath Choso's feet instantly shattered. He felt as if a massive mountain were crushing down on him; his legs began to bend uncontrollably.
But he still gritted his teeth, doing everything in his power to resist this pressure that was enough to make one's mind collapse.
"For my brother..."
Blood seeped from the corners of Choso's eyes, and his voice became incredibly hoarse from the extreme effort.
"I will never... take a single step back!"
"Blood Manipulation: Piercing Blood!"
Boom!
Three beams of highly compressed red lightning, carrying a terrifying sonic boom that tore through the air, shot fiercely toward Sukuna's face in a triangular formation!
This was Choso's strongest attack. Even a Special Grade Cursed Spirit would be killed or severely injured if hit while off-guard.
However, facing this terrifying attack that could instantly kill a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, Sukuna didn't even blink.
"Too slow."
Sukuna spoke nonchalantly, and then his figure vanished into thin air!
"What?!"
Choso's pupils shrank. His Piercing Blood struck empty air, instantly piercing several supporting columns in the distance, but it hadn't even touched the corner of Sukuna's clothes.
Where did he go?
Choso's sensory abilities pushed to the limit as he frantically searched for any trace of Sukuna's presence.
Just then, a cold voice, sounding as if it came from the depths of hell, suddenly rang in his ear.
"Where are you looking, brat?"
Choso's blood completely froze at that moment.
He whipped his head around, only to find that Sukuna had appeared behind him at some unknown point. The face covered in black markings bore a sneer that was cruel to the extreme.
"Blood Manipulation: Blood Meteor!"
Driven by survival instinct, Choso condensed an indestructible blood shield in an instant, blocking his front with all his might.
Bang!
However, a second after the blood shield formed, Sukuna's fist lightly landed on it.
There was no world-shaking roar, nor was there a violent collision of cursed energy.
Sukuna's fist was like a hand passing through a thin sheet of window paper.
It easily pierced through the blood shield that could withstand a full-power strike from a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, and then slammed hard into Choso's chest!
Crack!
Accompanied by the scalp-numbing sound of bones shattering, Choso's chest instantly collapsed. A large mouthful of blood mixed with internal fragments sprayed from his mouth.
Rumble—!
Choso's body flew backward like a broken kite, crashing through over a dozen solid reinforced concrete walls.
Finally, he was embedded deep within the ruins at the far end of the underground hall, showing no more movement.
An instant kill!
With just one simple, unadorned punch, the eldest of the Death Paintings, whose strength approached that of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, was completely defeated!
This was the King of Curses!
This was the terrifying power of Ryomen Sukuna!
"How boring."
Sukuna casually shook the blood off his hand, a flash of disdain in his crimson eyes.
He did not continue to pursue Choso. To him, an insect whose bones had already been crushed wasn't worth wasting another moment on.
"However..."
Sukuna slowly turned around and cast his gaze toward the surface of Shibuya.
Through the layers of ruins and ceilings, he seemed to see the city above being blanketed by blood and despair.
He took a deep breath, savoring the fear and wailing that filled the air. A cruel, extremely excited smile gradually spread across his marked face.
"The air of this era is truly nostalgic."
"All sorts of cursed spirits, and those jujutsu sorcerers running around like headless flies..."
"What an interesting city."
Sukuna slightly bent his knees, his immense cursed energy gathering wildly beneath his feet.
"Since I have awakened, it would be a shame not to move my muscles a bit for this grand festival, wouldn't it?"
Boom!
With a deafening roar, the ground beneath Sukuna instantly exploded into a deep, bottomless crater.
His body shot upward like a rocket, smashing through over a dozen thick ceilings and turning into a black meteor that vanished into the dark Shibuya night.
Only his words, filled with endless killing intent and cruelty, remained to echo slowly through the ruined transit hall.
"Let me... enjoy myself!"
In a far corner of the underground transit hall.
Jogo, who had retreated to avoid being caught in that terrifying pressure, looked up at the massive hole left by Sukuna. His single eye flickered with ambitious light.
"Excellent... Sukuna has finally awakened!"
"With Satoru Gojo sealed, as long as Sukuna remains in this world, our ultimate ideal of reversing the positions of humans and curses will definitely be realized through his absolute power!"
Just as Jogo was immersed in the excitement of this grand gamble, a voice carrying a hint of frost suddenly rang behind him.
"Are you Jogo?"
Jogo whipped his head around, only to find a mysterious person with short white hair wearing monk robes. They had appeared silently behind him at some point.
"Who are you?!"
Jogo was shocked to his core. He hadn't sensed this person's approach at all!
"Who I am is not important."
Uraume looked at Jogo expressionlessly, their eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"What is important is that Lord Sukuna now needs an opponent capable of amusing him."
"And you..."
Uraume slowly raised their right hand, and an extremely cold frost quickly condensed at their fingertips.
"If you cannot satisfy Lord Sukuna, then I must ask you to... die."