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The city had already been destroyed.
Buildings leaned at impossible angles.
Roads had become trenches.
Fire burned somewhere in the distance.
And standing in the middle of the devastation was the strongest curse in history.
Across from him stood the strongest sorcerer still left alive.
Haruka Gojo.
Blood dripped from her chin.
Her white hair hung loose around her shoulders.
Her uniform was ruined.
And yet she smiled.
Because if she stopped smiling, she might start thinking.
And if she started thinking—
She would remember that this was probably the last battle of her life.
Sukuna stood atop the shattered remains of a building.
Four eyes watched her carefully.
Behind him stood Mahoraga.
The Divine General's wheel slowly turned.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Every rotation made Haruka's stomach sink.
"Honestly," she muttered.
She wiped blood from her mouth.
"This is bullshit."
Sukuna laughed.
A genuine laugh.
"I agree."
His grin widened.
"One opponent would have been enough."
Haruka pointed at Mahoraga.
"Exactly."
Then pointed at Sukuna.
"You're already annoying."
Then back at Mahoraga.
"And he's cheating."
The King of Curses looked delighted.
Then both monsters moved.
At once.
Mahoraga vanished.
Sukuna vanished.
Haruka's eyes widened.
Too fast.
Even for her.
The sword swung first.
Haruka twisted sideways.
The blade barely missed her head.
The shockwave alone shattered three buildings behind her.
Before she could recover—
Sukuna appeared.
A grin.
A hand raised.
"Dismantle."
The slash erupted across the battlefield.
Haruka ducked.
A second came.
A third.
A fourth.
The city exploded around her.
Concrete split apart.
Buildings collapsed.
Entire streets were carved into pieces.
Haruka accelerated.
Blue-enhanced movement throwing her forward.
She appeared directly in front of Sukuna.
Her fist slammed into his jaw.
The impact created a sonic boom.
Sukuna flew through two buildings.
For a moment.
A single moment.
Haruka thought she had breathing room.
Then Mahoraga appeared behind her.
Too late.
The sword crashed into her back.
BOOM.
Haruka was launched through an entire skyscraper.
Glass exploded everywhere.
Concrete buried her.
The building collapsed.
A cloud of dust swallowed everything.
For a second there was silence.
Then the rubble exploded outward.
Haruka shot back into the sky.
Blood covered her face.
Several ribs protruded from her side.
Already healing.
Already knitting back together.
Reverse Cursed Technique flowing endlessly.
"Still alive."
Sukuna sounded impressed.
Haruka flipped him off.
The battle continued.
Minute after minute.
Neither side giving ground.
Haruka punched Sukuna through buildings.
Sukuna carved apart entire city blocks.
Mahoraga adapted.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Every technique became less effective.
Every attack slower.
Every advantage disappeared.
Haruka knew exactly what that meant.
Mahoraga would eventually solve everything.
Infinity.
Blue.
Red.
Purple.
All of it.
Just like before.
So she stopped relying on them.
Instead—
She fought.
Fists.
Kicks.
Elbows.
Pure martial skill.
The same way her brother had taught her.
Then it happened.
A mistake.
Tiny.
But fatal.
Mahoraga forced her left.
Sukuna forced her right.
The opening lasted less than a second.
Sukuna saw it.
Of course he did.
"Dismantle."
SLASH.
Haruka felt it before she saw it.
Her arm spun through the air.
Blood erupted.
The limb landed several meters away.
The battlefield fell silent.
Even Mahoraga paused.
Haruka stared at the empty shoulder.
Then sighed.
"Really?"
RCT surged.
Flesh regrew.
Bone formed.
Muscle rebuilt.
Tendons connected.
Within seconds—
A new arm.
Perfectly intact.
She flexed her fingers.
"That's annoying."
Sukuna laughed.
Laughed harder than before.
"You truly are a monster."
Mahoraga attacked again.
Haruka dodged.
The blade missed her neck by centimeters.
She slid underneath it.
Both hands forming signs.
Cursed energy exploded.
The air screamed.
Blue.
Red.
Merging together.
For a brief second even Sukuna's smile faded.
"Hollow Purple."
The world turned violet.
The beam erased everything in its path.
Buildings vanished.
Roads vanished.
The ground vanished.
Mahoraga raised its sword.
Tried to withstand it.
Failed.
The Divine General was blasted across the city.
The wheel cracked.
Its body torn apart.
Not destroyed.
But damaged.
Badly.
Very badly.
Haruka breathed heavily.
Blood dripped from her nose.
Her vision blurred.
Too much output.
Too much damage.
Too much fighting.
Then Sukuna appeared.
Right in front of her.
A fist crashed into her stomach.
Haruka folded.
A knee struck her ribs.
Something shattered.
A second punch launched her through another building.
She crashed into the ground.
Rolled.
Stood.
Immediately.
Sukuna landed nearby.
Smiling.
Battle hungry.
Satisfied.
The way predators looked after finding worthy prey.
For a moment neither moved.
Just breathing.
Watching.
Waiting.
Then Sukuna spoke.
"You know."
Haruka raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
The King of Curses looked almost amused.
"Your brother disappointed me."
The words hung in the air.
Sukuna's grin widened.
"But you."
His four eyes locked onto hers.
"You have exceeded every expectation."
Haruka said nothing.
Sukuna continued.
"You are fighting me."
He gestured toward Mahoraga.
"And him."
A pause.
"And you're still standing."
His smile sharpened.
"Frankly."
The King of Curses laughed.
"You've held your own better than Satoru Gojo did."
For a moment the battlefield became quiet.
Haruka stared at him.
Then snorted.
Actually snorted.
Blood still dripping down her face.
"Wow."
She rolled her shoulders.
"That's almost a compliment."
"It is."
Sukuna answered immediately.
The sincerity in his voice somehow made it more terrifying.
"Very few have earned one."
Haruka looked around the ruined city.
At the destruction.
At Mahoraga slowly recovering.
At Sukuna standing before her.
At the blood covering her own hands.
She knew.
Deep down.
How this ended.
She wasn't walking away from this battle.
Not really.
Not against both of them.
Not after everything.
But that was okay.
Because this battle was never about winning.
It was about buying time.
Creating openings.
Learning weaknesses.
Showing the others a path forward.
If she could leave behind even one chance—
One tiny possibility—
Then her death would mean something.
Haruka took a breath.
Then smiled.
The same reckless smile that drove Nanami insane.
The same smile that made Satoru complain she was impossible.
The same smile that had followed her since childhood.
"Well."
She raised her fists.
Blue eyes glowing brighter than ever.
"If I'm dying today."
Cursed energy erupted around her.
The city trembled.
The sky darkened.
Even Sukuna's grin widened.
Haruka pointed at him.
Then at Mahoraga.
"You two bastards are coming out of this a lot uglier than when we started."
And for the first time in the entire battle—
Sukuna looked genuinely excited.
"Excellent."
Then the King of Curses and the strongest daughter of the Gojo Clan vanished.
And the final round began.
But not with a technique.
It began with memory.
Haruka was fourteen again.
Standing in the courtyard of Jujutsu High with scraped knuckles, bruised ribs, and a scowl sharp enough to cut glass.
Across from her stood Satoru Gojo.
Twenty-three years old.
Annoying.
Tall.
Smug.
Untouchable.
The kind of older brother who looked at the world like it was a joke written specifically for him.
He had one hand in his pocket.
The other held a half-eaten popsicle.
"Haru," he said, far too cheerfully for someone who had just kicked his little sister through a wall, "you're strong."
Haruka glared at him from the crater.
"Wow. Thanks. Inspirational."
Satoru grinned.
"I mean it."
She rolled her eyes.
Then he said—
"But you're fighting like me."
Haruka froze.
Satoru's smile softened slightly.
Not gone.
Never gone.
But less performative.
More brother.
"You're a Gojo," he said. "So obviously you're going to be arrogant, talented, irritating, and extremely good-looking."
Haruka stared at him deadpan.
"Toru."
"What?"
"Point."
"Right."
He pointed the popsicle at her.
"The point is, you can't rely on being me."
Haruka frowned.
"I'm not relying on being you."
"You are."
"I'm better looking."
"Obviously false."
"I'm funnier."
"Deeply false."
"I'm less annoying."
Satoru paused.
Then smiled.
"Debatable."
Haruka threw a rock at him.
It stopped against Infinity.
Satoru laughed.
Then his voice changed again.
"Haru."
She looked at him.
His covered eyes tilted toward her.
"You can surpass me."
The courtyard went quiet.
Haruka blinked.
She was fourteen.
Bloody.
Tired.
Angry.
And for some reason, the strongest sorcerer alive was looking at her like he believed it.
Completely.
Without hesitation.
She swallowed.
"Because of Limitless?"
"No."
"Six Eyes?"
"Nope."
"Because of Time?"
"Maybe."
"Because I'm adorable?"
"That helps."
"Toru."
He smiled.
"Because you see things I don't."
Haruka's expression went blank.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The wind moved through the trees.
Somewhere in the distance, someone yelled at Yu Haibara for breaking something.
Satoru lowered the popsicle.
His voice became quieter.
"The future."
Haruka's jaw tightened.
Not many people knew.
Almost no one.
The Gojo clan knew enough to fear it.
The higher-ups knew enough to want it.
But no one could touch her.
Not while Satoru Gojo was alive.
And not because Haruka needed saving.
But because Satoru had made very clear what would happen to anyone stupid enough to try.
Haruka looked away.
"I don't like using it."
"I know."
"It's not always clear."
"I know."
"It hurts."
"I know."
"You don't."
Satoru went quiet.
Then, softly—
"No. I don't."
That somehow made it worse.
Haruka looked back at him.
He tapped his temple.
"You can't just see attacks before they happen, Haru. That's the boring use."
She stared.
"There's a fun use?"
"There's always a fun use."
"You are terrible at lectures."
"I'm amazing at lectures."
"You ate a popsicle during half of it."
"To create a relaxed learning environment."
"Satoru."
He laughed.
Then stepped closer.
"Don't fight like a Gojo."
Haruka frowned.
"Then how am I supposed to fight?"
Satoru's grin returned.
Bright.
Mad.
Impossible.
"Use the future."
"That's fighting like a prophet."
"No. That's fighting like you."
She stared.
He continued.
"People expect Gojo sorcerers to be precise. Clean. Overwhelming. Untouchable."
His voice sharpened.
"So don't be."
Haruka narrowed her eyes.
"That doesn't make sense."
"Good."
"What?"
"If your enemy understands you, they can adapt. If they can predict you, they can kill you."
Satoru leaned down slightly, smiling straight into her unimpressed face.
"So make the predictable unpredictable."
Haruka stared at him.
Deadpan.
Absolutely deadpan.
"You sound like a fortune cookie with brain damage."
Satoru burst out laughing.
But even then—
Even at fourteen—
Haruka understood.
Not fully.
Not yet.
But enough.
Now, at nineteen, bleeding in the ruins of a dead city—
She finally understood perfectly.
Mahoraga's wheel turned.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Two more shadows rose from the ground.
One massive.
One serpentine.
Piercing Ox lowered its head, hooves cracking the street beneath it.
Great Serpent coiled around a broken tower, its body thick enough to crush buildings.
Sukuna stood between them all.
Still smiling.
Haruka exhaled.
"Four on one?"
Sukuna's grin widened.
"You were beginning to bore me."
Haruka laughed under her breath.
"Liar."
Then the world moved.
Piercing Ox charged first.
The ground exploded beneath Kangyu's hooves, its momentum building with every step.
Great Serpent struck from above.
Mahoraga came from the right.
Sukuna came from the left.
A perfect trap.
A predictable trap.
So Haruka did something stupid.
She ran straight into it.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed.
Mahoraga's sword swung.
Haruka ducked too early.
So early it looked like a mistake.
The blade missed.
Great Serpent snapped down.
Haruka jumped backward instead of forward.
Wrong direction.
Completely wrong.
And yet—
It caused Kangyu to smash into the serpent's descending body.
The impact shook the city.
Sukuna appeared behind her.
Dismantle already forming.
Haruka twisted sideways before he released it.
Not because she saw the slash.
Because she saw herself die from it half a second before.
The slash carved across her ribs anyway.
Blood sprayed.
She ignored it.
Elbowed Sukuna in the throat.
Then kicked off his chest and flipped over Mahoraga's blade.
Click.
The wheel turned.
Haruka smiled.
"Adapting?"
She landed.
Then changed completely.
Her rhythm shattered.
There was no pattern anymore.
No Gojo precision.
No clean footwork.
No beautiful cursed technique control.
She fought ugly.
She fought reckless.
She fought like every movement was chosen by instinct and madness.
A punch became a feint.
A dodge became an attack.
An opening became bait.
Every time Mahoraga adjusted—
Haruka became someone else.
Fast.
Then slow.
Elegant.
Then brutal.
Direct.
Then sideways.
Defensive.
Then suicidally aggressive.
She trusted the flashes.
The half-second deaths.
The futures that split and screamed behind her eyes.
Move left.
No.
Die left.
Move right.
No.
Lose arm.
Go forward.
Stupid.
Live.
So she went forward.
Mahoraga swung.
Sukuna slashed.
Kangyu charged.
Great Serpent lunged.
Haruka laughed.
Because maybe her brother had been right.
Maybe the only way to fight a monster that adapted to everything—
Was to become impossible to understand.
Sukuna caught her leg.
His fingers closed around her ankle like iron.
"There."
He yanked.
Haruka's body twisted midair.
Bones snapped.
Her leg bent wrong.
Sukuna pulled her toward Cleave.
Haruka grinned.
Sukuna's eyes sharpened.
"Oh?"
Her hands snapped together.
Purple sparked between her palms.
Not full output.
Not clean.
Not stable.
A quick, violent, ugly thing.
"Hollow Purple."
The blast detonated point-blank.
Sukuna released her as violet light tore between them.
Haruka hit the ground on one foot.
Her twisted leg dragged behind her.
For half a second it faced the wrong direction.
Then—
Crack.
Snap.
Pop.
RCT flooded through bone and tendon.
Her leg rotated back into place.
She stood.
Barely swaying.
Sukuna stared.
Then laughed.
Actually laughed.
"You healed it while landing."
Haruka spat blood to the side.
"Yeah."
Her eyes glowed.
"Try to keep up."
Sukuna's grin turned feral.
Great Serpent attacked from behind.
Haruka did not turn.
She simply lifted one hand.
The serpent's jaws opened.
Poison gathered like black rain.
Haruka's fingers closed around its throat.
Without looking.
The serpent froze.
Even Sukuna's smile flickered.
Haruka twisted her hips and hurled the massive shikigami forward.
Straight into Piercing Ox.
The crash sent both shadows tumbling through the ruins.
Mahoraga appeared in front of her.
Too close.
Too fast.
The blade drove through Haruka's chest.
Straight through.
Blood burst from her mouth.
For a moment, the battlefield stilled.
Mahoraga's wheel clicked.
Sukuna watched.
Haruka's hand wrapped around Mahoraga's wrist.
She smiled through red teeth.
"Bad future."
Black sparks erupted around her fist.
The space between cursed energy and impact distorted.
Then—
Black Flash.
The hit landed like the world itself had cracked.
Mahoraga was ripped off its feet and slammed into the ground hard enough to split the street in half.
The Divine General tumbled.
Rolled.
Crushed buildings beneath its body.
Haruka pulled the blade out of her chest with a wet sound.
Blood poured down her uniform.
She staggered once.
Then vanished.
Sukuna looked up.
Haruka was already there.
Their fists collided.
Once.
Twice.
Ten times.
Each impact shattered windows miles away.
Sukuna's Dismantle cut through the air.
Haruka defended with cursed energy reinforcement instead of Infinity.
Badly.
Painfully.
The slashes opened her shoulders.
Her thighs.
Her stomach.
Her cheek.
She did not heal them.
Not yet.
Minor injuries.
Wasted energy.
Offense mattered more.
Survival mattered only if it bought another opening.
Satoru's voice echoed faintly.
Make the predictable unpredictable.
Haruka smiled.
Then fired Blue.
Not at Sukuna.
At Great Serpent.
The pull dragged the massive shikigami across the battlefield toward her.
The serpent twisted midair, scales scraping against broken steel.
Its jaws opened.
Poison needles shot out in a storm.
Haruka saw the future.
Dodge.
Safe.
Defend.
Safe.
Take them.
Useful.
So she did.
The poison darts punched through her body.
Shoulder.
Arm.
Side.
Thigh.
Blood sprayed from every wound.
But Haruka had positioned herself perfectly.
Behind her—
Mahoraga was rising.
Kangyu was charging.
The poison needles tore through Haruka.
Then continued.
Piercing Mahoraga.
Piercing the ox.
Both shikigami recoiled.
Sukuna's eyes widened slightly.
Haruka grabbed Great Serpent by the head.
"You talk too much."
Then slammed it into the ground.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The street caved in.
The serpent writhed.
Haruka raised one blood-soaked hand.
Red formed at her fingertips.
"Begone."
The blast hit like a cannon.
Great Serpent was hurled across the city, crashing through the ruins and vanishing beneath a collapsing highway.
Haruka stood in the center of the destruction.
Bleeding.
Badly.
Poison darkened several wounds.
Her chest still leaked from Mahoraga's blade.
Her left eye had blood running into it.
Her uniform hung in strips.
She looked like she should have fallen ten minutes ago.
But she stayed standing.
Breathing hard.
Smiling faintly.
Sukuna watched her with something dangerously close to admiration.
"You're not healing."
Haruka wiped blood from her mouth.
"No point."
Mahoraga rose behind her.
Piercing Ox dragged itself upright.
Great Serpent hissed somewhere in the distance.
Sukuna tilted his head.
"Saving cursed energy?"
"Obviously."
"Risky."
Haruka laughed, low and tired.
"I'm fighting you, Mahoraga, an angry cow, and a nightmare snake."
She raised her fists again.
"Risky left the room a while ago."
Sukuna's grin widened.
Battle hunger burning bright in all four eyes.
"Magnificent."
Haruka's smile sharpened.
Her cursed energy flared.
Unsteady.
Violent.
Alive.
And somewhere in the back of her mind, fourteen-year-old Haruka heard her brother laughing.
Proud.
Annoying.
Heartbreaking.
Make the predictable unpredictable.
So Haruka stepped forward.
Bleeding.
Poisoned.
Outnumbered.
And changed again.
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