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The room was dimly lit, and the air was heavy with an ominous aura. Yuji Itadori, the vessel of Sukuna, was locked in a fierce battle with a formidable curse womb. He already lost a hand and fingers but he refused to fall and clenched what remained of his hand, sweat and blood trickling down his face as he rushed at the curse womb's relentless attacks and threw his strongest punch.
Suddenly, Yuji's body convulsed, his eyes turning sinister. A dark, menacing figure emerged, replacing Yuji's usually kind demeanor. Sukuna, the King of Curses, had taken over.
Sukuna looked at the cursed womb with a smirk, his fingers twitching in anticipation of the fight. The curse womb, sensing Sukuna's overwhelming power, hesitated for a moment, its attacks faltering.
Just as Sukuna was about to launch himself into the cursed womb, he stopped. His eyes narrowed, and he turned his head slightly, as if sensing something. The room fell silent, the tension palpable.
"Interesting," Sukuna murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "It seems we have company."
The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, growing louder with each passing second. Sukuna stood still, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, ready to face whatever was approaching them. The footsteps grew louder, and a figure emerged from the shadows. A young man with spiky black hair and sharp, piercing eyes reflected his no-nonsense attitude. His Asian descent was evident in his features, and he stood with a strong and confident posture. His clothing was a combination of dark colors, a fur collar jacket, and street-style attire, giving him an air of casual defiance.
Sukuna's interest was piqued. He could sense a new form of cursed energy emanating from the young man, different from anything he had encountered before. It was raw, untamed, and incredibly potent. "Fascinating," Sukuna thought, his eyes never leaving the young man.
Suddenly, the curse womb lunged at Sukuna, trying to take advantage of his momentary distraction. But Sukuna was too quick. With a swift movement, he cut the cursed womb into pieces. As the curse womb disintegrated, a finger fell out of its body—one of Sukuna's fingers.
Without missing a beat, Sukuna picked up the finger and swallowed it, his power increasing with each finger he consumed. He then turned his attention back to the young man, his eyes narrowing in contemplation.
"You're neither a curse user nor a sorcerer," Sukuna mused aloud, his voice echoing in the silent room. "Who are you, I wonder?"
The young man remained silent, his piercing eyes meeting Sukuna's gaze. The room was filled with tension; the silence was only broken by the soft hum of the cursed energy that filled the air.
Contrary to Sukuna's belief, Mori wasn't quiet at all. If anything, he was terrified, but he had to get there and stop Yuji from making the biggest mistake. Yet it was too late. Sukuna was now out in the open. Inside Mori's mind, a conversation was taking place. Hwan-Seok, his evil half, was complaining, "You just had to take the left when I told you to go right; if you listened to me, we wouldn't have gotten lost in the first place! But nooo~ Big daddy Mori just had to prove he can handle it by himself. Now look at what we got? I missed the whole fight and you failed!" His voice was lazy, yet there was an underlying tone of annoyance. It was clear that he was not pleased with being left out.
Mori, on the other hand, was too preoccupied to respond. He could feel Sukuna's overwhelming presence. It was like a dark cloud, heavy and suffocating, casting a shadow over everything else. He had forgotten to breathe, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. The world around him seemed to blur, with his focus solely on the terrifying figure in front of him.
Suddenly, he felt a jolt, as if he had been shocked. It was Hwan-Seok, snapping him out of his stupor. "Hand over the control, Mori," Hwan-Seok warned, his voice stern. "Sukuna is too much for you to handle."
Mori didn't need to be told twice. He knew he was in danger. He quickly agreed, allowing Hwan-Seok to take over. The transition was smooth, almost seamless. One moment Mori was there, and the next, it was Hwan-Seok.
Sukuna noticed the sudden shift in energy. What was once calm and peaceful had become wild and chaotic, on the verge of exploding. He watched as Hwan-Seok, now in control, slid back his hair, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Ah, it feels great to have a physical body," Hwan-Seok muttered, stretching his arms. He then turned to Sukuna, his smile widening. "Hello, King of Curses," he greeted cheerfully, his voice echoing in the silent room.
Sukuna remained stoic, his eyes never leaving Hwan-Seok. He recognized the possession; it was similar to what he had just undergone with Yuji. But he couldn't help but wonder, Who was this spirit? His curiosity piqued, and Sukuna decided to play along. After all, it was not every day that he came across someone as interesting as this.
As the two of them stood there, facing each other, the room filled with tension. The air was thick with anticipation; the silence was only broken by the soft hum of the cursed energy that filled the air. It was a standoff, a battle of wills, and Sukuna was more than ready to see how it would play. The tension in the room was palpable, a tangible force that seemed to vibrate in the air. Hwan-Seok, a spirit of unknown origin, stood across from Sukuna, the King of Curses. The two entities, each powerful in their own right, were locked in a standoff, their energies clashing in a silent battle of wills.
Without a moment's hesitation, Hwan-Seok launched a ball of light towards Sukuna. It cut through the air, its trajectory straight and unwavering. The room was momentarily illuminated by its glow, casting long, eerie shadows on the walls. Sukuna watched the attack with amusement, a smirk playing on his lips. He raised his right arm to block the blast, his movements fluid and graceful. As he did so, his missing hand regrew, the skin knitting itself back together in a matter of seconds. It was a sight that would have been horrifying to any normal human, but to Sukuna, it was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
"Interesting," Sukuna muttered, glancing at his newly healed hand. His voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it carried in the silent room. "Crap, I was just going to block that but I ended up healing up this brat arm." There was a note of annoyance in his voice, a subtle indication of his displeasure at having helped his host.
His attention quickly returned to Hwan-Seok, who was waving a hand in greeting. Sukuna couldn't help but smile politely at the audacity of the nameless spirit. He was both annoyed and amused by Hwan-Seok's boldness. It was not often that he came across a spirit who dared to challenge him, let alone one who seemed to be enjoying the situation.
"Okay, okay, I understand what you want from me, right? In that case," Sukuna said, his voice echoing in the room. He appeared in front of Hwan-Seok in an instant, his movements so fast that they were almost imperceptible. His voice was cold as he stated, "You can die here." The threat hung in the air, a chilling reminder of Sukuna's power.
Suddenly, a cloud of dust erupted around them. Sukuna's eyes narrowed in annoyance. This was the second person who had the audacity to sit on him. Hwan-Seok was happily perched on Sukuna's back, leaning backwards as if he were lounging on a comfortable chair. His posture was relaxed, in stark contrast to the tense atmosphere in the room. Hwan-Seok then leaned back while giving more weight to the King of Curses until he was close to his ear.
"This is my first time with a king," Hwan-Seok whispered, his voice filled with mirth. His words were light, almost teasing, yet there was an underlying seriousness to them. "I hope you'll be gentle with me."
Sukuna's response was swift. He launched another attack, his movements a blur. Hwan-Seok narrowly avoided the attack, his body twisting in mid-air. With a snap of his fingers, Hwan-Seok sent a shockwave through the room. The force of the shock wave was so strong that it sent both of them flying to opposite sides of the domain.
As the dust settled, Sukuna stood up, brushing off his clothes. His eyes were focused on Hwan-Seok, and his interest piqued. This was turning out to be a more interesting encounter than he had initially thought. He could feel a sense of anticipation building within him, a feeling that he hadn't experienced in a long time.
Outside the building, Megumi was carefully placing an unconscious Nobara into a car. His movements were precise, and his face was etched with concern. He turned to Kiyotaka Ichiji, his voice firm as he instructed, "Increase the evacuation area to 10 kilometers."
Ichiji looked at him, his eyes wide with worry. "And what will you be doing, Megumi?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'll be helping," Megumi responded, his tone leaving no room for argument. He crossed his arms, his gaze steady on Ichiji. "If you want to help more, call for a grade 1 or special grade sorcerer, if there's one around."
Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by a loud explosion. The building they were just in was now in pieces, with debris flying everywhere. Two maniacal laughs echoed through the air, one of which Megumi recognized as Sukuna's. The other, however, was unfamiliar.
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Through the dust and chaos, Megumi spotted who Sukuna was fighting. It was a young man with black hair, slicked back, spiking upwards in a rebellious manner. His sharp, piercing eyes showed nothing but bloodlust.
Megumi didn't know who this young man was, but he could tell that he was no ordinary human. He was emanating a powerful energy, one that rivaled Sukuna's. As Megumi watched the two figures in the distance, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
Inside the building, the fight was intensifying. Sukuna was clearly excited, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "So, you can see my curse technique," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Show me more."
The young man, who Megumi now realized was Mori's evil half, simply laughed. "As you wish, King of Curses," he replied, his voice filled with amusement. He launched another attack, his movements swift and precise.
Sukuna blocked the attack with ease, his laughter echoing through the room. "This is getting interesting," he said, his eyes never leaving Mori's evil half.
Suddenly, the building exploded, sending debris flying in all directions. Sukuna and Mori's evil half were sent flying, their laughter echoing through the air. As the dust settled, Sukuna stood up, brushing off his clothes. His eyes were focused on Mori's evil half, and his interest piqued.
"Who are you?" Sukuna asked. Mori's evil half simply laughed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "That's for me to know and for you to find out," he replied, his voice filled with amusement.
As Megumi watched the scene unfold, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. He didn't know who this young man was, but he knew that he was dangerous. And with Sukuna involved, the situation was even more volatile. With a deep breath, Megumi steeled himself for what was to come. He didn't know what the outcome of this battle would be, but he knew one thing for certain: he had to be ready for anything.
The air was thick with tension as Sukuna and Hwan-Seok faced each other. Their energies clashed, creating a spectacle of power that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. They stood on opposite sides of the field, their eyes locked in, just waiting for something to break.
With a sudden burst of speed, Sukuna launched himself at Hwan-Seok. His movements were a blur, his curse technique unleashing a barrage of slashes that filled the the surrounding. Each attack was precise, aimed to kill, yet Hwan-Seok narrowly avoided each one. His movements were fluid, almost graceful, as he danced around Sukuna's attacks.
Sukuna watched Hwan-Seok with a sense of joy that surprised him. He was not angered by Hwan-Seok, but rather thrilled. This was a challenge, a chance to improve his curse technique. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he launched another series of attacks, each one more powerful than the last.
In response, Hwan-Seok did something unexpected. He imagined a staff appearing on Sukuna's stomach. As if responding to his thoughts, a staff materialized out of thin air and extended, sending Sukuna flying into the sky. Sukuna was momentarily confused, his eyes wide as he looked at the staff protruding from his stomach. With a swift use of *Dismantle*, the staff was cut into pieces, and Sukuna began to fall.
As he fell, Sukuna sensed something above him. He looked up, his eyes widening, as the clouds parted. A colossal sword, so large it threatened not only Sukuna but also the entire city, was descending from the sky. Before Sukuna could do anything, his limbs were sliced off in a blink. Sukuna's eyes widened as he recognized what just happened. That brat just used his curse technique but something was different. As the original user of the technique it was easy to spot a difference. Whatever the kid did, he improved the curse technique, making it hard for him to heal if he didn't put all his focus into it. He could only cackle in excitement with his mouth in a wide grin as his eyes went to Hwan-Seok, "I don't know who you are, brat, but you got my interest!" He yelled as he grew back his arms and continuously used *Dismantle* to destroy the sword.
Outside the battlefield, Megumi and Ichiji watched the entire fight unfold, their jaws dropping in disbelief. The word 'monster' didn't even begin to cover what they were witnessing. It was a battle of titans, a spectacle of power and destruction that left them in awe. Everything shook with each attack, debris flying everywhere as the two powerful entities clashed.
Megumi's focus then shifted to the stranger, Hwan-Seok. He was a mystery, an enigma. His power was undeniable, but his identity remained unknown. As Megumi watched Hwan-Seok fight, he couldn't help but wonder just who he was. And more importantly, what his intentions were.
The fight between Sukuna and Hwan-Seok was a spectacle of raw power and skill. Sukuna, with a predatory grin on his face, dove straight towards Hwan-Seok. In response, Hwan-Seok propelled himself towards Sukuna by imagining a pillar rapidly growing beneath his feet. The two fighters met at the center, their energies clashing and causing sparks and rifts to appear around them.
Sukuna's grin widened as he noticed a glaring flaw in Hwan-Seok's *Cleave* - a lack of mastery. While Hwan-Seok's *Cleave* surpassed his in terms of edge and cutting, Sukuna had the advantage when it came to mastery. This realization filled Sukuna with a sense of joy. He was not only fighting a worthy opponent, but also learning and improving his own technique.
Hwan-Seok's eyes widened as cuts appeared on his back. His lack of focus gave Sukuna the chance to kick him off the pillar, sending him crashing into several buildings. Lying amidst the rubble, Hwan-Seok uttered out, "I almost lost my jaw from that kick." Sensing Sukuna above him, he quickly teleported a few feet away just in time as Sukuna crashed to where he used to be.
Sukuna waved off the dust clouds and declared, "Out of all sorcerers I've seen and killed, you're the most interesting." Pointing his finger, Sukuna revealed his hunch, "Your curse technique... it's related to manifesting your imagination to the outside world, i.e., reality. However, it requires intense focus, or the imagination becomes fragile or, in some cases, becomes undone."
Hwan-Seok cackled but admitted, "You're right about Mori's ability." This admission added another layer of intrigue to the fight, making it clear that this was not just a battle of power, but also a battle of wits.
The fight between Sukuna and Hwan-Seok was a spectacle of raw power and skill. Sukuna, with a predatory grin on his face, dove straight towards Hwan-Seok. In response, Hwan-Seok propelled himself towards Sukuna by imagining a pillar rapidly growing beneath his feet. The two fighters met at the center, their energies clashing and causing sparks and rifts to appear around them.
Sukuna's grin widened as he noticed a glaring flaw in Hwan-Seok's *Cleave* - a lack of mastery. While Hwan-Seok's *Cleave* surpassed his in terms of edge and cutting, Sukuna had the advantage when it came to mastery. This realization filled Sukuna with a sense of joy. He was not only fighting a worthy opponent, but also learning and improving his own technique.
Hwan-Seok's eyes widened as cuts appeared on his back. His lack of focus gave Sukuna the chance to kick him off the pillar, sending him crashing into several buildings. Lying amidst the rubble, Hwan-Seok uttered out, "I almost lost my jaw from that kick." Sensing Sukuna above him, he quickly teleported a few feet away just in time as Sukuna crashed to where he used to be.
Sukuna waved off the dust clouds and declared, "Out of all sorcerers I've seen and killed, you're the most interesting." Pointing his finger, Sukuna revealed his hunch, "Your curse technique... it's related to manifesting your imagination to the outside world, i.e., reality. However, it requires intense focus, or the imagination becomes fragile or, in some cases, becomes undone."
Hwan-Seok cackled but admitted, "You're right about Mori's ability." Then he made a bizarre hand sign. "But you still haven't figured out mine."