"The Cursed Spirit of 100 Million Grade can also wield Ryomen Sukuna's innate techniques. If it unleashed a serious, unrestricted slash, the entirety of Shinjuku would be cleanly sheared in half."
"This is the pinnacle of creation."
"The collective negative energy of millions of non-sorcerers will serve as its absolute, infinite nourishment. In this way, the world will finally be bathed in a quiet, eternal peace."
A cold, flat voice cut through the wind before Kenjaku could finish enjoying his own sentence.
"Love and peace?"
He spun around.
Lucas Miller's Yuji and Harrison Reed's Choso stood on the cracked concrete behind him, clothes shredded, faces smudged with ash. Neither had made a sound approaching.
"This world has light precisely because there is darkness," Yuji said, his voice entirely devoid of fear. "If humans only had positive, pre-programmed emotions, we wouldn't be human at all. We'd be organic robots running on a default setting."
"We're whole precisely because we have flaws — envy, jealousy, anger, hatred. To strip away humanity's emotional spectrum without permission is the ultimate, self-righteous greed."
"What do you two brats know of the grand design?" Kenjaku spread his arms, laughter vibrating with ancient, pathological superiority. "You should be kneeling in gratitude. I am the savior of this broken world."
Choso's eyes burned. "Yuji, don't waste your breath on him. He's a lunatic who's spent a thousand years locked in his own delusions of grandeur."
Kenjaku's mouth curled into a twisted arc, his gaze settling on the older brother with the specific cruelty of someone who has been waiting for an opening.
"Oh, Choso. Still breathing?" He tilted his head. "You're nothing more than a temporary tool I constructed, and yet you dare pass judgment on the artisan. Had I known you'd turn out this defective, I would have tossed the entire batch into the furnace centuries ago. You are nothing but trash and organic scrap."
Choso's cursed energy erupted in a volcanic wave.
"I will not allow you to speak of my brothers like that!"
"Blood Manipulation: Piercing Blood!"
A hyper-pressurized laser of crimson light shot from his palms. Yuji closed the distance simultaneously, fists already wrapped in crackling black-and-red static.
"My, my," Kenjaku mocked, his body slipping through their coordinated strikes with the fluid grace of an ancient master. "Seeing how things turned out, I suppose I shouldn't have let either of you open your eyes in this era."
The audience watching from every corner of the globe ground their teeth in unified fury. Watching the man who had manufactured Choso and his brothers dismiss them with such clinical coldness was a masterclass in exactly the kind of villainy that earns no sympathy.
On the other side of the apocalyptic Shinjuku sky.
"Hollow Technique: Purple!"
Gojo flicked his finger. A colossal, rolling sphere of golden-purple plasma tore a spatial rift through the atmosphere, dragging the surrounding high-rises into a screaming vacuum before pouring directly onto the hundred-meter Chimera.
The mushroom cloud shattered the horizon.
The audience's gasp of triumph curdled into despair as the dust cleared. The entity twisted in pain, a single, distorted cry echoing across the ruins but the blast had only scorched its outermost layer.
"Wow, look at that massive health bar," Gojo muttered in mid-air, wiping soot from his temple. "I've gotta give credit where it's due. Even Sukuna would have to crown this thing the absolute King of Durability."
The quip earned a brief, desperate laugh from the audience. Facing something with four hundred times Sukuna's output was reaching a category of despair that humor barely dented.
The Chimera opened dozens of its screaming mouths at once.
"Open."
Dozens of localized Furnace attacks bloomed simultaneously — if Sukuna's original thermobaric bomb leveled a few blocks, this coordinated volley was designed to vaporize a county. The Shinjuku skyline turned into a sea of blinding white heat.
"It really is magnificent," Kenjaku laughed, glancing at the soaring light behind him.
Choso and Yuji coordinated with terrifying precision.
"Blood Manipulation: Supernova!"
"Black Flash!"
Consecutive, high-velocity blows landed across Kenjaku's defenses. Sustaining the national-scale assimilation was draining his reserves faster than he could replenish them — he couldn't expand his own Domain to compensate.
"You've officially exhausted my patience, brats."
After a succession of bone-shattering Black Flashes, his composure finally cracked.
"Maximum Output: Uzumaki!"
A massive, swirling black hole of compressed cursed energy — ten meters wide — erupted from his palm, locking onto Yuji's coordinates and tearing across the street.
At the precise instant the vortex would have consumed him whole, a broad-shouldered silhouette materialized directly in front of him.
The sound was wet and final.
"Choso..." Yuji's pupils contracted to pinpricks. "Why — why would you—"
Harrison Reed's Choso stood firm, his back charred to a cinder, his internal organs failing under the heat. As the dark energy dissipated, he turned his head slowly, looking down at his younger brother with a quiet, peaceful smile.
"During our training," he whispered, blood welling at his lips, "I wasn't able to be of much use to you. I'm truly sorry, brother."
"But — thank you, Yuji. Thank you for being willing to call me your brother."
His vessel began to dissolve into the wind, the smile still fixed on the boy in front of him.
Harrison Reed's Choso had died in battle.
The silence in every theater on the planet lasted just long enough to be unbearable. Then the grief arrived.
[Leo Vance, you absolute monster. It's the final stretch and you're still finding new ways to take something from us.]
[Harrison Reed's acting in that final smile. I don't have words for what that did to me.]
[The only family member who loved Yuji without any reservations is gone. I want Kenjaku to suffer.]
Celestial Peak Screening Room.
"This monster must be sliced into a million pieces," Della Rose said, kicking the cushion off her sofa, her fists shaking with furious grief.
"Why did he have to die?" Olivia sobbed into a tissue. "First Nanami, now Choso? My heart can't take this anymore."
Julian Cross stared at the screen, his head in his hands. "That performance. Harrison completely nailed the absolute, self-sacrificing devotion of an older brother. It's a masterpiece of tragedy."
On screen, Choso's ash-like remains drifted across Yuji's shoulders, dissolving into the winter wind.
"Thank you... Big Brother," Yuji whispered.
Having just watched his last remaining relative die in front of him, Yuji didn't scream. Didn't weep. His face went entirely vacant, his eyes carrying a quiet, terrifying numbness that read as more haunting than any loud grief could have managed.
In that exact instant, everything Gojo had ever taught him about the nature of space and the soul arrived in his mind at once — not as memory, but as something finally usable.
His eyes closed.
When they opened, they weren't brown anymore.
A deep, violent, crackling crimson.
"Domain Expansion."
"Black Flash Octagon Cage."
He wove his hands together — four fingers gripping his thumb inside his palm, his right fist encasing his left index finger directly in front of his chest, the Subjugation Mandala Hand Seal complete.
The physical plane of the street vanished in a fraction of a millisecond.
Colossal pillars of black-and-red static shattered the sky, descending with tectonic force to form an impenetrable hexagonal cage of pure kinetic potential directly around Kenjaku's coordinates.
The beast was trapped in the ring.
Plz Drop Some Power Stones.