The rooftop was still, but the air was brittle.
figures — a child with tails of flame-like fur, a pale goddess, and an armoured giant — had arrived and shattered the balance between Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna. Everyone felt it — the shift from a titanic duel to something uncharted.
Radahn's burning eyes held Sukuna's for a second longer, then the giant spoke without looking away.
"You two- Move back," he said, voice low but commanding. It was directed to Kaguya and Rin.
Rin tilted her head. "Eh? Why?"
"This is not your place," Radahn replied simply.
He created an energy bubble around them which soon enveloped the two- It then further floated in the sky , for them to get a better view and safer area.
Kaguya's Byakugan studied his face for a moment; then she inclined her head slightly and gently grabbed Rin's hand.
"You think you can come and go as you want?!" His voice was tinged with fury and disbelief. "This is not your playground— it's min—"
He didn't finish.
A sound like an avalanche in the sky — then Sukuna's body was gone from where he stood, a metallic impact ringing a half-beat later.
"Shut Up."
Radahn's armoured foot had connected with Sukuna's chest with such violence that even Gojo's Six Eyes barely caught the blur.
The King of Curses pinwheeled through the air, smashing through a tower's glass façade, then ricocheting across another building entirely before crashing through yet another penthouse in a shower of concrete and sparking steel.
Gojo's lips curled into a wide grin. It grew wider, and then—
"HAHAHAHAHA!" He broke into roaring laughter, almost doubling over.
"That— that was hilarious! Hold on—"
With a flick, he vanished in a blink and reappeared beside the crumpled Sukuna, who was lying in a crater of debris, dust settling over his shoulders. Gojo pulled out his phone. Click! A burst of flash lit the dark.
Sukuna growled. "…What the hell—?"
"Don't move, lighting's perfect," Gojo said, snapping three more shots, including a ridiculous selfie with the King of Curses in the background.
Sukuna's face twisted with barely-contained killing intent. Before he could unleash anything, Gojo was gone again, reappearing back on his own rooftop, waving the phone like a trophy.
Sukuna sat up slowly, face shadowed — not just by debris but by the realisation that this night was spiralling far from his control.
His lips curled into a grin that was all teeth. "Fine," he muttered.
"Let's raise the stakes."
He floated upward, voice booming now, repeating the ancient ritual, word for word, with the same cadence Megumi had once used — except here it came laced with curse energy so thick the skyline seemed to warp.
"With this treasure… I summon thee…"
Cursed energy coiled around him like a serpent, black and blood-red.
"Summon the Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General MAHORAGA!"
A sound like a great temple bell rang — except warped and broken. And from the pool of darkness forming before him, it clawed itself upward: scales of obsidian, a halo of spinning sword-wheels above its head, and a frame like a walking fortress towering nearly to Radahn's height.
Sukuna's grin widened. "Don't think I'm done."
Beside Mahoraga, another grotesque form took shape — a twisted beast with snapping jaws and curse energy leaking from its body like oil.
Gojo tilted his head at the sight. "Wait wait… so now it's 2v3?" He chuckled.
Then looked at Radahn.
"Oii, don't be disheartened… I've got this."
Sukuna looked over at Radahn with mock cheer. "So… your friend?"
Gojo smiled but didn't denied anything.
Radahn looked down at Gojo and said- "…Move back, boy."
A slow, almost amused smile spread across Gojo's face.
"Oi, mister… I don't know where you came from, but daijōbu~ After all, I'm the strongest. I can handle these three by myself. You sit back and enjoy."
Radahn didn't even blink.
'I've seen many like you. Arrogance is cheap.'
Gojo's smirk widened, but there was a glint now in his eyes.
"After this, I'm also gonna fight you."
Radahn's voice rumbled: "Careful, boy. Don't wish for what you can't handle."
Gojo laughed outright. "Ahaha~ Don't worry, uncle. I promise."
Radahn's reply was simple.
"I wish you keep it."
Above them, Sukuna's patience snapped with an audible growl.
"DON'T think I'll let you leave alive!" His voice was a roar now, ancient and venomous. His gaze snapped to Mahoraga.
"Mahoraga! I leave that giant to you. Make it quick."
The colossal shikigami surged to life, pounding across the roof toward Radahn with crushing steps. Gojo's body shifted — instinctively ready to intercept — but stopped when he saw Radahn's movement.
Mahoraga was enshrouded in a purplish aura unable to move forward or backward.
The Starscourge reached behind him, hands gripping one of the two massive greatswords strapped to his back.
In one smooth motion, he pulled it into the moonlight — the blade wreathed in a faint corona of heat, etched with runes from a long-lost world.
Mahoraga's arm-sword still raised, the blade coming down in a roar. But it had struck-- he was halted and — Radahn's sword wasn't in-front of him anymore.
It was above.
A blink later, the greatsword descended with meteoric force. It smashed into Mahoraga's skull before the shikigami's strike even landed.
The blow drove Mahoraga's entire form into the concrete beneath them, creating a shockwave that splintered nearby buildings.
For a moment the beast still moved, sword-arm raised — but then came the fire.
It wasn't cursed fire.
It wasn't jujutsu.
It was something unknown — scarlet-orange flames that burned without consuming oxygen, silent and absolute.
They engulfed Mahoraga's body in an instant.
The unadaptable moment was immediate. By the time the spinning wheel above its head twitched once, Mahoraga was already bone ash — and then even that ash crumbled into nothing, leaving the rooftop scorched black.
Silence.
Sukuna stared at the empty space where his Divine General had been.
Gojo's trademark smirk faltered for the first time in years. And in the control room far away, the silence was crushing.
In the corner feed, camera crows shuddered from the heat distortion. Yuji's jaw worked, but no words came. Yuta's face was stone, but his eyes betrayed the tremor of disbelief.
Hakari muttered, "…That wasn't cursed energy."
"How did he did that?"
Panda's voice was hushed. "Then… what the hell was it?"
But Maki's eyes were fixed on the screen but she was in deep thoughts-
'The taijutsu he displayed when he kicked Sukuna and smashed Mahoraga , it seemed to bypass defenses , he didn't used any cursed energy and the swords. He is definately a Taijutsu master. I-I must meet him and-'
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Elsewhere on a quieter building, Kaguya and Rin watched. Rin tugged on the hem of Kaguya's robe.
"Miss! What do you think mister is doing?"
Kaguya's voice was soft, but it carried that chilling, ethereal edge.
"Child… he is taking care of some filth." Her gaze slid toward Sukuna with undisguised disdain.
Rin glanced to her companion, Matatabi, whose tails were wrapped close, eyes narrowed at the battle. The nekomata said nothing, though her fur bristled.
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Nothing moved above Sukuna's head — the wheel absent. It hadn't adapted. Couldn't adapt.
Sukuna saw it too… and with a thousand years of battle, he knew. This was no sorcerer.
This was no player in the jujutsu world.
This was something else entirely — and it was not bound by cursed energy.
Radahn's great-sword floated back into place. His flaming gaze turned briefly toward Gojo.
"Then I leave him to you."
Gojo's smirk returned — narrower now, more dangerous.
"With pleasure."