The world inside Itadori Yūji's soul is a nightmare field. Pillars of bones emerge from the crimson ground, blackened by the shadow of two titans about to clash. Blood covers the ground like a viscous mirror, reflecting the figures of both combatants: Sukuna, the King of Curses, with his predatory smile; Yūji, with his chest heaving and his fists clenched, facing him with a look of pure determination. Once again with that stance of his combination above all his training, he will not die, this time he must not allow Sukuna to expel him from his area, all because he will tame this curse.
Yūji does not wait for a signal. He pushes off with one foot against the bloodied ground, generating an explosive wave that sends crimson droplets in all directions. In the blink of an eye, he is already on top of Sukuna, his right fist wrapped in cursed energy, unleashing a blow with all his strength.
But Sukuna sees him coming.
He barely tilts his head and Yūji's fist slices through the air, missing by centimeters. Sukuna responds effortlessly. His elbow rises and crashes brutally against Yūji's ribs. A dry sound echoes in the void, followed by a sickening crack.
The pain explodes on Yūji's side before he can even breathe. Sukuna seizes the moment, his knee rising with inhuman speed and embedding itself in the young man's abdomen.
" ¡Gahh! " Yūji feels the air expelled from his lungs in a spasm of pain. Feeling Sukuna's gratifying force again, after all it is the true Sukuna, who barely with his strength could defeat him.
But Sukuna is not finished. His palm charges with cursed energy and slams against Yūji's chest in a devastating blow.
" Die more fast, brat! "
The impact is like a bomb. The ground sinks beneath them, raising an enormous wave of blood. Yūji is thrown with brutal force, his body crashing against a pillar of bones, shattering into sharp fragments.
Even with his vision blurred by the impact, Yūji feels his body moving by instinct. Before falling, he spins in the air and drives his foot into the bloodied ground, crawling several meters before coming to a stop. His muscles ache, his chest burns, but he grits his teeth and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand despite now most of his face being bloodstained. This time healing with RCT, it is his soul; it is clear that here the seal of Mui has no control over the area, once again being able to use Cursed Energy as shown and Chakra. The RCT is always active since Sukuna can deliver a dangerous attack at any moment.
" Tsk... Don't understimate me… " Yūji tenses his hands again.
Sukuna doesn't even look impressed. He approaches with a relaxed stride, his smile intact.
" You've got guts trying to face me again, brat, but you're still too slow. "
Yūji does not let him finish. In an explosive movement, he disappears from his sight and reappears to his left, launching a direct elbow strike to his face.
Sukuna blocks it with one hand.
But Yūji was expecting him.
With the other, he wraps his fist in cursed energy and launches a brutal blow directly to the liver of the King of Curses. The impact is like a hammer strike, strong enough to make Sukuna frown.
" ¿Oh? " Sukuna smiles, but this time with a slight glimmer of recognition " I did feel that. "
But before Yūji can react, Sukuna grabs him by the arm and hurls him through the air with a terrifying ease; it is normal, he no longer has the body of an adolescent as before, not since he has accepted that he is like this now.
The boy barely has time to straighten before Sukuna is already upon him again, slicing through the air with a dismantling, an invisible slash of cursed energy that opens a deep wound in Yūji's side.
Blood gushes. Using RCT once more, with that same blood and his blood manipulation technique, small spheres of blood shoot directly at the king, exploding consecutively, a superior force that makes the man frown in annoyance; blood also flows from Sukuna's wounds due to the intensity of the movement.
Now Yūji, instead of falling, uses the momentum of the attack. He twists in the air and launches a spinning kick to Sukuna's head after delivering that attack; maybe Sukuna had insulted him by saying he was slow, but he is not.
The blow lands with impressive force. Sukuna is sent backward, sliding on the blood, his foot digging a furrow in the crimson ground.
Instead of getting upset, he laughs.
" Yes! That's how I like it, brat! It looks like you're becoming who you used to be again! And I'll enjoy ending your life even more. " Sukuna's eyes overflow with madness, that blood dripping from his mouth and his face stained only making him look more maniacal, his four arms opening his hands as if hoping that Yūji would abandon that stupid dramatism and now resume that old excitement and rage. To finish what they started.
Yūji bends his knees, with his muscles burning, his cursed energy pulsating around him like a fierce aura. Sukuna shakes his neck, adrenaline reflected in his gaze.
" You have no chance " says Sukuna, his tone a mix of mockery and excitement, with Yūji, he loved to speak as if he recalled good times.
" I'm going to smash your face in. " growls Yūji, his look unyielding. " As I did before and I will do it again "
They launch at each other with a terrifying speed, once again, Yūji channeling his cursed energy into his fists. But he saw something strange in Sukuna, his fists although infused with cursed energy like his own.
They reveal threads so white and vibrant that they make his eyes widen in surprise. However, the blow is no longer inevitable.
The blows clash with the roar of thunder, generating gusts of wind and cursed pressure. Sukuna slices through the air with his invisible cuts, but Yūji dodges them by instinct, feeling the edge of death graze his skin.
The blood-soaked ground sinks with each step. The pillars of bone fall as if shaken by an earthquake. The world inside both souls wavers from the intensity of the fight.
Sukuna launches a devastating knee strike. Yūji blocks it with both hands, feeling his bones crack under the pressure. But he does not stop. His head moves in a whip-like motion and slams into Sukuna's face with a brutal headbutt.
For the first time, Sukuna steps back.
" Is that all you've got, King of Curses?! " growls Yūji, drenched in blood and sweat; however, as soon as the wounds form, they heal upon usage, with a defiant smile on his face.
He will not deny that the blow Sukuna delivered was worse than what he could have withstood; he saw that the hands of the curse had turned to ash when the energy struck had he perhaps combined chakra with cursed energy?
He could not think further because Sukuna slammed the ground, activating the Hendidura technique; Yūji barely had time to react, taking a strong leap, so high that in the position he was in it sank, a hole so deep that it made him exhale the breath he had held in his mouth.
Suspended in the sky of Sukuna's area, he did not delay with speed, his face firm; around the boy a wave of blood appeared, coming from the cursed energy.
Realizing that both Sukuna and he are using a single energy, also that Sukuna has used his own chakra.
" Even if it hurts me when I use it, I don't care " he whispered to himself, seeing that the blood began to have veins almost white and glowing, just as happened with Sukuna in the use of the CE, but he has realized that the RCT consumes twice as much cursed energy and Sukuna is also using it; this is basically a race against time, he glanced sideways at his own state of consciousness watching the cubes with enormous blue eyes, no, he cannot use the six eyes, it will harm his own soul.
Sukuna, being on the ground, only smiled, watching his counterattack; with his four hands he moved in a subtle rhythmic motion, where a network of cuts was launched
Adhering, one that Yūji could not escape. This technique of crossed cuts was too overwhelming, capturing Yūji's state to escape; he is dead.
Yūji, falling headlong, also used in that sea of blood, an exorcising saw was present.
Sukuna's four eyes moved with speed on legs filled with CE, so aggressively that under his feet the blood forming the ground splattered in a beastly manner, the blood that attacked him from Yūji's side eventually ended, with emotion as he looked in the direction where the boy was.
He saw how he was left in pieces, small cubes of what he once was, his smile filled with ecstatic madness marked
' I win '
At least that is what he thought, seeing for a millisecond what Yūji was
Exploding into smoke, a piece of bone from where his improvised throne was formed could be seen, his four eyes widening in surprise.
Behind him he felt something slam into him, something powerful that made him spit out blood and as if he were choking, his eyes in surprise at seeing how an enormous water dragon swallowed him as if he were a snack, not being able to get out and being dragged at a speed very similar to that of his cutting techniques.
What before was his throne exploded from the impact of the water dragon; Yūji maintained his wide-eyed look, his smile broad.
" I am sorry, Sukuna, I am no longer a sorcerer "
Seeing how Sukuna was impaled with his own bones, he left with an enraged look, his teeth clenched.
" I am a ninja now "
When he said that, several seals at an enviable speed, dodging several cuts with incredible agility; no longer running as he did before, he was simply proving that as a sorcerer he could never defeat Sukuna, but as a ninja, it is possible that he can master him.
Bowing forward, he finally launched the jutsu without saying it
' Water Style: Wave Collision! ' An enormous amount of chakra that transformed into water burst from his mouth, Sukuna watched in surprise as his own state of consciousness filled with such devastating water.
Enormous water, feeling that within him that pure energy that repulsed him, yet desired its power, emptied at astonishing speeds.
' The brat is using chakra ' after having used his two techniques, dismantle and adhere, Sukuna raised his hand feeling that beneath his feet the ground was trembling; the water is so vast that it is as if the sea wanted to devour him.
He stretched out his hand with two fingers forward and extended, an arrow filled with fire appeared, illuminating the entire state.
Divine Flame.
The arrow was launched after being charged with so much cursed energy, but the tip of the arrow risked engulfing chakra; the reddish color changed to a bluish one, so strong that it simply became enhanced in a terrifying way, Sukuna's hand once again seemed to be melting, revealing his muscles and then his bones.
With a wild smile, he launched it, seeing that the explosion destroyed his state of consciousness; Yūji ended up getting off that tidal wave while, due to the same explosion, he was thrown into the air, an explosion that was very surprising to him.
Most of his tidal wave was reduced to nothing, but the boy did not give up, moving his hands again to form the necessary seals; Sukuna seems more than interested in knowing the brat's next move, since he knows how to manipulate chakra better, but he has not seen any jutsu from anyone; when he finished, little Yūji raised his hands to the sky, concentrating the burning power of fire in the center of his palms that emanated from his fire-natured chakra. With a hoarse cry of determination, he mentally exclaimed the jutsu
' Fire Style: Great Roaring Flame! ' From his hands arose a column of vibrant flames, which quickly expanded into an incandescent torrent. The fireball was launched with the speed of a comet toward Sukuna, momentarily illuminating the face of the King of Curses. The fire danced with fury, its glow mingling with the bloody red of the surroundings.
Sukuna observed the onslaught with a disdainful smile. With a measured gesture, he raised his hand and executed his cursed energy technique. He did not need to use anything more than Dismantle against the cryo.
A cutting wave of cursed energy shot forth, intercepting the column of flames. The clash was immediate and brutal: the fire dissipated in a rain of dark sparks and fragments of energy, while the surroundings trembled from the force of the impact. Sukuna's technique spread like a protective mantle that absorbed the heat and transformed the attack into nothing more than ephemeral flashes.
Without stopping, little Yūji stepped back a few paces on the ground that seemed to move in tune with the battle. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, concentrating the chakra flowing through his small body, and executed a series of seals with surprising agility. With a precise movement, he unleashed his next jutsu
' Wind Style: Cutting Blade! '
From his fingers emerged a sharp gust, a whirlwind of wind condensed into an invisible blade, which spiraled forth with lethal precision. The cutting current flew toward Sukuna, zigzagging among the debris and slicing the air in a symphony of whistles. Sukuna, with centuries of experience, moved swiftly; his eyes ignited with malice as he raised his opposite hand. With his bare fists infused with CE and chakra, he struck the jutsu, confronting the whirlwind of wind. The clash was explosive: the air shattered into a thousand fragments and the streams of chakra met with the dark energy, causing the ground to tremble and droplets of blood to fly like little comets in the gloom.
Barely had the dust settled when Yūji stepped back once more, his breathing labored yet determined. ' He has used nothing but dismantle and adhere, it is difficult, so if I can just kill him with a single move or immobilize him ' With his sweat-stained face and fixed gaze, the child extended both hands after the series of seals and, in an instant of absolute concentration, invoked the power of water style. With an almost imperceptible voice, he pronounced
' Water Style: Tide Shield! '
From the crimson earth emerged liquid columns that joined to form a shimmering, undulating shield. The Tide Shield unfolded before him like an unbreakable wall, its bluish reflections contrasting with the violent red of the surroundings. The aqueous barrier roiled intensely as Sukuna once again launched a burst of cursed energy. The blow collided with the shield, generating an explosion of steam and droplets that ascended into the air, while the impact dissipated in waves that made the ground vibrate. It is clear that the CE greatly influences the chakra, only it seems that the chakra is more resistant than the cursed energy.
Sukuna did not limit himself to defense. With an agile and fierce movement, he lunged forward, his dark figure advancing with the precision of a hunter. His face maddened when he struck the boy again; his surprise was in seeing that he was no longer using the same fighting style he had seen him use before, now he is more agile and elusive, the boy's bloodstained face and the scars left by the RCT twisted unnaturally, with incredible speed; the boy now once again channeling his fists with cursed energy, Taijutsu returned.
Yūji, his eyes wide open, began to target the unprotected areas of the curse king; his speed and, above all, his spontaneous body reaction in the fight were inevitable, Sukuna covered his body and also threw punches, each blow creating an inevitable roar, each one more aggressive to the point that their bodies became mere smudges.
Although the boy feels overwhelmed, after all they are attacks from a four-armed opponent, his agility in how he threw kicks, and then defended with his hands, not only told Sukuna that his method had changed, now it is more spontaneous.
It seems that in the end, the brat has indeed changed in the time that he did not allow his progress to be seen, and that only infuriated the King of Curses more.
Touching Yūji's body in one of his many devastating attacks, the boy felt his body being cut multiple times; the cursed attack shot forth, a scythe looming over little Yūji. The boy, despite his childish body, reacted with astonishing reflexes. Before feeling his own body go numb from death, he struck Sukuna, sending him to the furthest point of his consciousness, being pushed in inertia, spinning in the air to avoid the lethal edge of his counterattack. His movement, Yūji landed with the agility of a ninja, his feet barely grazing the bloodied ground.
Sukuna appeared quite pleased at that moment, but his gaze appraising the brat
' That is…! ' Yūji saw with nothing but disbelief how Sukuna's four hands moved with speed
" Is that how you use jutsus, brat? "
When he said it, Sukuna felt that as he moved his hands in those seals, the chakra that both possessed was changing in nature, one of fire, one of water.
And Sukuna launched two jutsus simultaneously, Wave Collision and Great Roaring Flame.
' He learned it just by watching for a moment! I thought he could only learn about cursed techniques! Not with chakra! ' Yūji's eyes widened when he saw how Sukuna raised his main hands and the others forming the water style jutsu launched from his mouth the same tidal wave he had formed earlier.
His eyes overflowing, the boy could not believe that Sukuna had already learned in an instant to use jutsus; if this continued, he would be at a great disadvantage!
Yūji ran at great speed directly toward the Water Jutsu, dodging with agility the Fire Style; his movements sometimes ranged from leaps to simple, quick, consecutive dodges, not having a moment to rest.
In the end, he used Sukuna's preferred technique, dismantle; he imbued it with so much CE that when it left his hand, it split the same tidal wave that was heading toward him. At the moment he destroyed it, Yūji returned to clap his hands in front of Sukuna.
Realizing that he too has that same gesture on his face, with penetrating blood.
They both used it, the movement so swift causing a strong collision; Yūji at the last moment evaded his attack to land on one side of Sukuna, one where the man could no longer follow him with his eyes, his head struck forcefully, sent to the other end.
Sukuna, instead of crashing, managed to fall back on his feet with agility, looking with unfocused eyes, yes, this is something else.
A good and endearing fight.
With hearty laughter from Sukuna, in the abyss of a desolate domain, where the ground crumbled into bone debris and merged with dark puddles of blood, the stage was set for an unparalleled contest.
The atmosphere was imbued with imminent violence, a palpable tension that turned every wisp of air into a latent threat. There, at the epicenter of chaos, once again the figures of the boy and the man faced each other in a dance of punches, kicks, and reflexes that defied the very notion of time; it seems that in both, in the end, they were once again falling into the zone where all fighters fall.
Yūji's notion has been lost, as if he does not know how long he has been striking Sukuna, being their very souls; Sukuna cannot exert control within the soul, in the end, all he wanted to do with the brat was to exile him, not really kill him.
Because he knows that he can harm the brat's own soul and with him it would also be counterproductive.
After all that, Sukuna stood imposingly, enveloped in an aura of ancient darkness and lethal power, but all that aura was wrapped in thick blood that kept falling from his face and mouth, with the multiple wounds forming and healing.
Little Yūji, with an infantile appearance but with an indomitable spirit so determined, showed himself resolved to honor his lineage with every movement. The fragility of his body contrasted with the ferocity in his gaze, a flash of innocence transformed into pure combative determination; despite his body beginning to show signs of exhaustion, he never stopped using RCT like Sukuna.
Between them, the cursed energy and chakra were rapidly depleting; despite not exerting control, if two people use CE, even if it were a complete sea, it would consume double; they no longer know how many wounds have been inflicted, mortal or not, they always healed, beginning to notice how diminished they had become.
Sukuna does not know why, but when he combines chakra with CE, although it becomes destructive and a more than powerful energy, it also erodes too much of the cursed energy, causing the reserves to fall more quickly.
Yūji lunged forward with the speed of lightning, his feet barely brushing the bloodied ground as they propelled him. With his right fist raised, his blow rushed against Sukuna's side, blow after blow, as if he wanted to pierce the wall of the curse. The impact thundered in the air, and an explosive wave spread through the domain, making the bony structures emerging from the ground vibrate. The force of the punch left a mark on the King's weathered skin, while Yūji's veins and muscles worked at their maximum capacity.
Sukuna was quick to retaliate. His arm moved in a deadly arc, a kick that seemed to be birthed in the twilight, seeking the perfect angle to strike. The downward kick carved its way toward the young man's chin, making the air stop for an instant. The blow connected with a violence that shook the very foundations of the surroundings: the sound of flesh being struck and bones shifting mingled in a deafening crash. Yūji, despite the punishment received, remained upright; his face hardened, marking the determination of someone who refuses to yield. His long red hair clinging to his forehead.
The fight intensified rapidly, and once again, the pressure increased. Each blow was a torrent of concentrated energy, each kick a manifestation of years of training despite his young age. Yūji moved with an almost supernatural agility, dodging and counterattacking in a choreography of pure spontaneous action, something that Sukuna, even if his pride hurt, remains quite different from the style of sorcerers, something that Yūji has honed incredibly well. In an instant, he spun on himself in a somersault, moving sideways to avoid a deadly hook that Sukuna launched with precision. His foot crashed against the ground, raising an enormous pool of blood that formed the terrain, while his hands prepared for the next assault.
With the speed of a flash, the little ninja connected a series of consecutive strikes: a punch to the abdomen, followed by a spinning kick that grazed Sukuna's side, and finally an upward hook that sought to open a gap in the adversary's defense. Each impact was perceived like thunder in the vastness of the domain; the force of his punches and kicks was enough to shatter the stillness of the death that reigned in the environment. Sukuna, accustomed to facing opponents of imposing power, was momentarily bewildered by the unexpected fury of the boy. But his experience soon prevailed: with measured movements full of confidence, he blocked some blows and deflected others with the same disdain he had shown in countless previous battles.
The exchange prolonged into a frenzy of onslaughts and blocks. The air filled with the incessant rumble of strikes, while each collision between fist and torso became a symphony of pure violence. The limbs of both combatants seemed to move in slow motion in the intensity of the fight, but the speed of their reflexes belied the appearance. Sukuna launched a lethal combination: a straight hook followed by a low kick that aimed to bring down the young rival. Yūji, with superhuman agility, slid backward, rolled on the ground and sprang back into the air in an instant, responding with a flurry of quick punches that left behind a trail of energy.
But Yūji felt it, the ecstasy of battle, his soul beating strongly within him, able to feel the zone he was so used to operating in before, his lilac eyes showing a unique gleam.
With a sonorous warrior's shout, catching the long-haired man off guard, his childish hand tensed so hard that it appeared right there, clenching his teeth with rage and determination, he let out a piercing cry, yet now wearing a smile just like Sukuna's.
There, the King of Curses felt him, his four eyes turning blank because of the brat; the blow was critical, so powerful that it made him spit out blood by the bucket and effortlessly shatter the entire area around him.
Black Flash!
That characteristic flash burst forth, black and reddish lightning and a clarifying light; Sukuna lost consciousness momentarily.
Each exchange was a lesson in mastery of action. Yūji's punches were light but accurate, now being in the zone, with each blow he delivered to the curse, those black flashes came out more and more; he was breaking his own record by performing multiple consecutive Black Flashes without stopping, making it so that Sukuna could not recover his senses as he was so stunned, seeking vital points with the precision of an artisan. His kicks, executed in an almost rhythmic cadence combined with his flashing punches, seemed to resonate with the echo of youthful determination, while every block testified to his training in hand-to-hand combat. Sukuna could not defend himself against a Yūji in that zone, feeling that each blow shattered and erased pieces of his body.
The very terrain was transformed by the violence of the confrontation. Each impact caused fragments of bone to detach from the ground, while grooves of blood opened in the crimson bed. The clamor of strikes was accompanied by the crunching of bony structures and the dry sound of skin being struck, creating an environment that seemed alive, pulsating with the fury of combat. The light, barely filtered through dense, dark clouds, highlighted the contrast between the King's shadow and the fierce brightness in Yūji's eyes.
" ¡AAAH! " With one final cry Yūji delivered his best blow, sending Sukuna flying and sprawling on the ground, breathing with difficulty, his face showing traces of pure adrenaline.
This time, he stood waiting for Sukuna not to rise; to his dismay, Sukuna did, appearing in an instant before him with his face even more marked in pure hatred, and the battle began once again.
In one stretch of the combat, they found themselves face to face, so close that one could feel the heat of the other's breath. Without words, without hesitation, the next assault was launched. Sukuna, with an almost imperceptible smile but full of malice, despite having fainted for a few moments, unleashed a downward strike, a punch designed to break the jaw. Yūji, with the instinct perfected by danger, shifted laterally at the last second, letting the blow pass grazing his ear. In that precise moment, the boy seized the movement to connect a devastating counterattack: his fist shot upward along a trajectory, striking with the force of determination; it can now be said that Yūji has the advantage by being truly in the zone, the cursed energy he absorbed being even wilder, while his leg extended in a circular kick that crashed against Sukuna's side. The impact was immediate, and the sound of the collision reverberated in the sepulchral silence of the domain.
The fight continued relentlessly, each second imbued with pure action. The exchange of blows became almost incessant, a torrent of brute force and refined technique. Both combatants, arms and legs moved in synchrony with a lethal choreography: Yūji's rapid movements, his agility and ability to anticipate Sukuna's attacks, contrasted with the brutal precision of the King of Curses, who responded with strikes that seemed to measure the fate of his opponent. The distance between them shortened and widened in a constant game of advance and retreat, where every inch gained or lost was crucial.
In one of those critical moments, when the space was reduced to a minimum and the tension reached its peak, both fighters launched themselves simultaneously. Yūji's fists rose in a series of combined strikes: a jab followed by a hook, and then a spinning kick that sought to destabilize the adversary's stance. The synchronicity was perfect: each blow seemed to fit into the sequence as if it were predestined. Sukuna, in an instant of absolute concentration, absorbed the impact of the onslaught and counterattacked with a series of downward strikes that hit vital points. One after another, his fists broke through, leaving marks of power on the young warrior's skin
The clamor of the blows intensified, and the battle transformed into a whirlwind of pure action. Shadows danced in the surroundings, cast by the incessant activity of both combatants. The dry sound of fists against flesh blended with the metallic strike of fracturing bone, creating a macabre symphony of violence and resilience. Every time little Yūji raised his fist, one could notice the tension accumulated in his muscles, the determination etched into every movement. Despite the size difference, each of his strikes was a direct challenge to the eternity of the curse.
Sukuna, with his millennia of experience, seemed to anticipate every move, deflecting or blocking the attacks with a chill that froze the blood. However, in those moments when the boy's determination rose like a banner, even the King of Curses was forced to respond with greater intensity. Once, after a particularly fierce onslaught, the atmosphere filled with the sound of a blow that thundered like a clap of thunder. Yūji's fist met Sukuna's cheek in a collision so violent that the impact seemed to stop time. Sukuna's face contorted from the impact, but his gaze, penetrating and calculating, remained unchanged.
More than anything, that euphoria transformed into an extremely irritated face.
Again.
' That damned brat... '
Every exchange became a testimony of Sukuna's martial art and Yūji's amalgamated one, in its purest state. The movements of both combatants were so precise that it seemed every blow was rehearsed in a millimetric choreography, leaving no room for error. Yūji moved with lightness and speed, no longer only with brute, bestial attacks, but dodging, rolling, and counterattacking in an unbroken succession. Sukuna, for his part, used every part of his body as a deadly weapon; his fist and his leg combined in attacks that exposed the ferocity of his cursed nature.
In a particularly intense stretch, the exchange accelerated until it became a rain of blows. Fists flew, kicks cut through the air, and the sound of the combat transformed into a constant pounding that resonated in the space. The environment filled with clouds of dust and sparks that flew with every impact. The speed of the movements caused fleeting flashes of light to form amid the darkness, as if the combat itself were capable of igniting stars in the eternal night.
It is surprising how the brat went from being just a punching bag to literally keeping up with him, and that was making his body boil; Sukuna once again felt that irritation that bruised his face.
That brat, he has found his ideal again!
He has returned, and he is greatly annoying him!
He can no longer defeat him as easily as before; once again he has that damned unbreakable consciousness!
' Just die! Die! Die! ' Sukuna think
Little Yūji seemed to draw strength from a place he knew perfectly; every one of his blows was an explosion of courage, a challenge to the inevitability of the curse. With a quick spin, he connected an upward hook that found its target on Sukuna's chin, causing the King of Curses to step back for a few moments, his eyes turning white again. Without stopping, Yūji continued the offensive, leaping forward and launching a direct kick to the rib, where the sound of the impact was almost musical in its brutality. Blood splattered into the air, and the ground became even more sullied as it merged with the blood-soaked floor, but the combat did not yield for a moment.
Sukuna, with cold determination, responded with a burst of descending blows. His right fist rose and connected with the child's clavicle, causing him to lurch forward from the force of the impact. With a quick spinning kick, Sukuna sought to knock Yūji down, and for a brief moment, the little one's posture was compromised. But in an instant of pure agility, Yūji retracted, dodging the kick and counterattacking with a series of punches that left their mark on the adversary's skin.
The fight extended relentlessly; every blow and every dodge were a manifestation of mastery in the art of action. The movements of both intertwined in a deadly choreography, where violence transformed into a spectacle of pure skill. The sound of punches resonated in the deathly silence of the domain, mixed with the echo of fracturing bones and the vibration of energy concentrated in every impact.
The combat reached a climax when, in a decisive moment, both launched themselves with renewed fury. Yūji's fist surged in a series of consecutive blows that felt like an avalanche, while Sukuna raised his arm with an almost inhuman precision to intercept every assault. The collision of their forces generated an explosive wave that seemed to stop the flow of time, and in that ephemeral lapse, one could appreciate the purity of the combat: two consciousnesses facing each other without words, only with the rawness of the fist and the determination of their bodies.
' Again, this talentless brat, he has reached my supremacy with nothing but his convictions and ideals! He is surpassing me once again! ' thought Sukuna, now with a furious expression.
The minutes dilated into an endless series of actions. Every blow was narrated by the resounding impact; every kick left a scar on the bloodstained landscape of the domain. Yūji, despite the wounds accumulating on his small body, when Sukuna touched him, formed cross wounds that he had to heal immediately with RCT; he does not know how much time has passed, but the cursed energy is depleting faster and faster, all because Sukuna and he use it, and he continued his assault with the firmness of a warrior who knows that every blow counts. Sukuna, for his part, seemed unmoved by the fury of the combat; his movements were so precise that every assault seemed millimeter-calculated, as if destiny were being written with every blow.
Fatigue began to mark his features, but the action did not diminish. The choreography became more intense: blows succeeded one another in rapid sequence, kicks that seemed to descend from the heavens, and blocks that defied logic. The sound of the fight became a fragment of suspended time, a compendium of energy and determination that illuminated the battlefield with every spark of action. Both were so immersed in the vast zone they had entered that they did not use cursed techniques, only simple punches and methodical blows; each was in his own area, sometimes Sukuna used Dismantle and Adhere, Yūji used his agile blood manipulation, and Sukuna did the same.
In one of those climactic moments, when the distance between the two combatants was reduced to a mere whisper, Sukuna launched a devastating combination. His fist moved in a deadly arc, and his leg descended with the force of an ancestral storm. The blow embedded itself in Yūji's torso, causing the little one to stagger backward, but in that moment of vulnerability, his spirit ignited with an unexpected fury. With one final explosion of energy, the child counterattacked with a devastating punch that struck Sukuna's cheek, leaving a visible mark on the skin of the King of Curses. And again, the Black Flash made its presence known, Yūji with white eyes from his rage and strength, and Sukuna, for that blow, it went straight to his head.
The impact resonated in the vastness of the domain with a sudden, dazzling luminance, and for long seconds, silence prevailed, broken only by the ragged breathing of both combatants.
Sukuna struck him again, breaking Yūji into multiple pieces, which then disappeared into smoke; Sukuna cannot explain at what moment he did it. A kick to his back sent him flying to the other end, where both appeared torn apart in equal measure.
So much time had passed in the fight that the cursed energy, which once seemed impossible to gauge, now could be measured; it was less than half. That brat, whom he once truly saw as prey, forced him to use too many reverse techniques?
He saw how that elusive child rushed to his place, arriving in front of his face in a blinking moment.
Yūji's fists moved in an unbroken series; each blow connected with the force of an indomitable will, and the kicks followed in a cadence that defied both time and space. Sukuna, with his face contused and no longer his serene visage, now showing more aggression from wanting to kill him, but it is impossible!, responded with blows that seemed to come from the depths of the curse, each leaving increasingly visible marks.
The exchange became so frenzied that the air filled with flashes and fragments of energy from Yūji, who did not waste the opportunity to be in the zone; something he did not explain, perhaps because although the Black Flash produces a 120% boost, why does Sukuna seem unaffected? Yet, he did not dwell on the why; it is much better that he remains in the zone and not the curse. The resounding pounding of the blows transformed into the heartbeat of Sukuna's domain. At that moment, every fiber of Yūji's being vibrated with the essence of the combat.
In the final moments of this confrontation, when both were exhausted, covered in wounds and sweat, silence seemed to envelop the place. But that silence was not one of surrender, but the echo of the fight that had resounded in every corner of the abyss. Yūji's fists continued rising and falling in a cadence that spoke of an unquenchable determination, and Sukuna's blows aligned with the precision of a curse that refuses to be defeated.
In the end, Yūji raised his demonic arms once more, and with rapid precision in a pose that was far from comfortable given how he had been fighting, that taijutsu style with which Sukuna could not keep pace, when he caught and found a sequence, Yūji would counter it, penetrated Sukuna's head and his chest where his heart lay, combining both chakra and cursed energy, despite having only seconds to do it.
Sukuna could not avoid those attacks; his eyes went blank, while the boy maintained a face that, although he tried to appear serene, now bore a very marked smile, similar to Sukuna's.
After all, both are one.
" Do not worry, Sukuna, it was no accident that you came with me... because again "
Seeing how Sukuna seemed to contort, as if the entire area of his consciousness that had been divided began to tremble, everything started to disappear.
Yūji repeats to him the same words that Sukuna once said, with the same smile that the King of Curses once had, a sadistic, euphoric smile.
" I will be able to cut your precious ideals to pieces. "
Sukuna's voice could do little; in the end, the chakra proved more destructive than the cursed energy. So absorbed was he in trying to deliver a decisive blow to the brat that he ultimately could not do it.
He was defeated by brute force by this child, despite using his best techniques that were not his domains, this brat...
In the end, he won again by his own ideal as conviction.
" Damn... it... "
Sukuna's voice emerged in a sigh, not knowing why his body was disappearing just as his own consciousness, feeling like he was chained in the end when nothing existed there.
The binding vow was being cast.
But on Yūji's part, after having fulfilled and won against Sukuna, he closed his eyes.
And he woke up.
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[ I could have separated Sukuna's fight into three chapters, but I mostly like the fights to be together or at least in two chapters even if they are long; I hope it does not bother you.
If it is too wordy, I explain it more briefly. In Sukuna's consciousness, because they are fighting essentially within both their souls, Sukuna cannot dominate Yūji since it does not affect the soul, although Yūji seemed to use a domain, let's suppose it never existed since Gege never told us about it XD so that later Yūji may create his own domain, but for now it is not the time.
I hope it has not annoyed you; I like to bring you good things to read, and I am working very hard, forgive this writer who is possibly not very good in this field of fighting and such, I keep learning
[ Illustration in the comments! And thank you for all your support, from the bottom of my heart, I know it can be annoying that we have not advanced further than the Chūnin exams, but Yūji before did not approach any power, it can be read that they are strong, but for now this is a big step for the rooster, I ask for patience, and that is why I also said that it is slow-cooked, I like to explain, I hope it does not bother you]
[ It seems that Sukuna is finally going to get over himself]