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Maki and Mai stared—mouths agape. "You just... tamed him?" Mai asked incredulously. "He was a Special Grade threat!"
Maki nodded slowly. "And now he's... yours. Like a pet."
Aiden hovered slightly above the ground—testing his new flight ability.
The Culling Games began—chaos erupting across Japan. The group moved quickly, hunting for the player known as "Angel" to unlock the Prison Realm and free Satoru Gojo. Meanwhile, Kinji Hakari faced off against Hajime Kashimo in the Tokyo No. 2 Colony—a brutal clash of domains and lightning.
Then, the unthinkable shift occurred.
During the chaos of the Culling Games, Sukuna seized a moment—using a pre-established binding vow with Yuji Itadori. He forcefully took control of Yuji's body for one crucial minute. In that short window, he ripped off one of his own fingers and shoved it down Megumi Fushiguro's throat.
The transfer was immediate and brutal. Sukuna's finger, infused with a massive amount of cursed energy, took control of Megumi's body instantly—overriding all previous commands and loyalties. Megumi's face contorted, eyes gleaming with an evil, calculating intelligence. "Finally... some fun."
The battlefield of the Culling Games was absolute chaos—Maki and Mai stood frozen, watching Aiden hover above the ground, newly empowered with Enhanced Projection Sorcery and Flight. The tamed Naoya—now a female curse spirit—swirled inside his gut, trapped and utterly helpless.
But then the shift happened.
The battlefield was alive with the sounds of the Culling Games—explosions in the distance, cries of the wounded, the hum of cursed energy clashing. Aiden floated above it all, his enhanced senses processing every movement, every shift in power.
Suddenly, a massive cursed energy signature spiked across the city—Sukuna had officially taken control of Megumi Fushiguro.
Aiden moved instantly—dividing seconds into 24 frames with Enhanced Projection Sorcery, his body accelerating to Mach 3 speed as he crossed the city in mere moments. Maki and Mai followed, using their own techniques to keep up.
They arrived at the epicenter—Megumi Fushiguro stood there, but something was fundamentally wrong.
Megumi's face was cold, distant—his eyes gleaming with a malevolent intelligence that could only belong to one person. Sukuna had fully assimilated Megumi's body, overriding every shred of the boy's loyalty and morality.
"Finally..." Megumi's voice rang out, layered with Sukuna's ancient arrogance. "A body worth using."
Suddenly, another massive cursed energy signature appeared—Yorozu, one of Aiden's wives, materialized from thin air. Her beauty was otherworldly, her cursed energy overwhelming as she floated gracefully beside him. She glanced around, her eyes landing on the group—her expression turning protective and jealous. "My Aiden..."
"Hi Yorozu we have problem."
Yorozu floated closer, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene—Megumi standing there with Sukuna's unmistakable aura, the chaos of the Culling Games raging around them. Her protective instincts flared instantly.
"What kind of problem, my love?" she asked, her voice sweet but laced with deadly seriousness. "Tell me who I need to crush."
"Sukuna."
Yorozu's expression shifted instantly—her sweet demeanor replaced with cold fury. "Sukuna..." she repeated, the name sounding like poison on her tongue. Her cursed energy flared dangerously—she was one of Aiden's wives, and she knew exactly what the King of Curses was capable of.
"He's in Megumi's body?"
Yorozu's eyes narrowed, her cursed energy pulsing dangerously. "That bastard... using Megumi's body as a puppet." She floated closer to Aiden, her hand resting gently on his chest—a gesture of both affection and readiness. "What's the plan, my love? We need to get Megumi back."
Maki stepped forward, her expression grim.
Maki's voice was steady but underlined with tension. "We need a strategy—Sukuna's in full control of Megumi's body and techniques. We can't just charge in and hope for the best. We need... careful planning." She glanced at Yorozu, then back to Aiden. "And timing. Perfect timing."
Before any discussion could continue—a massive cursed energy signature appeared. Kenjaku.
The ancient sorcerer walked calmly across the battlefield—his face bearing that unsettling smile. He moved with an arrogance that unsettled the others. He had something to say—to the one inhabiting Megumi's body.
But Aiden noticed something critical—Sukuna wasn't immediately launching into a fight.
Kenjaku came to a halt several meters away from Megumi— Sukuna's host. He inclined his head slightly, but there was no respect in the gesture. "Sukuna," he began, his voice smooth and calculating. "A moment before you start destroying everything, if I might have your patience."
Sukuna's laughter was dark, mocking—yet there was a hint of intrigue. He didn't launch an immediate attack. Instead, he leaned casually against nothingness, giving Kenjaku his full attention. "What's so important that you interrupt my fun?" His tone carried a clear threat.
Yuji Itadori, seeing his friend's body taken over, was about to rush headlong into the situation—his fists clenched, his emotions raw. But Aiden moved faster—appearing directly in front of Yuji with a blur of Mach 3 speed.
"Not yet, Yuji," Aiden said firmly, placing a hand on the younger boy's shoulder.
Yuji's eyes were wild with emotion—seeing Megumi controlled by Sukuna triggered something raw inside him. "That's MY friend you're using!" he snarled, trying to push past Aiden.
But Aiden held firm. He knew better—Sukuna was at full strength, controlling Megumi's body and techniques. A reckless charge would be suicide.
Aiden's grip tightened on Yuji—not to hurt, but to keep him back. The implications of what was about to happen between Kenjaku and Sukuna were world-shattering.
He glanced at Yorozu—her eyes met his, understanding passing between them instantly. They both knew. The showdown wasn't happening today.
The air pressure shifted violently—a familiar, overwhelming cursed energy signature appeared. Satoru Gojo. The Prison Realm was open. The Six Eyes sorcerer walked forward, his expression cold and murderous. His target was clear—Kenjaku.
He moved with the purpose of a god descending to eliminate a plague. But before he could strike—Sukuna intervened.
Sukuna's voice cut through the tension—calm, calculating. "Six Eyes. You're early."
Gojo paused mid-step—his infinity active, his cursed energy at maximum output. The two most powerful sorcerers in existence stared each other down across the battlefield.
Kenjaku smiled—watching the interaction with amusement.
But then—something unexpected happened.
Gojo's eyes narrowed—the Six Eyes analyzing Sukuna with lethal precision. "Sukuna. You're in Megumi's body. That's pathetic, even for you."
Sukuna chuckled—a sound that made Yuji flinch. "And yet here you are, Gojo Satoru. Free from your little prison. Ready to kill Kenjaku?"
Gojo's expression remained deadly serious—his gaze never wavering from Kenjaku. "Kenjaku. I'm here to end you."
But Sukuna's presence loomed large—and Aiden watched closely. The tension between the three most powerful forces on the battlefield was suffocating.
Kenjaku simply smiled—that infuriating, calm smile.
Kenjaku's voice was smooth as silk—infuriatingly calm. "Now, now, Gojo Satoru. Let's not be hasty. I've come to discuss matters with Sukuna."
Gojo scoffed—his infinity active, his Six Eyes analyzing every cursed energy signature on the battlefield. "Discuss matters? With the King of Curses?"
The atmosphere turned electric—the air itself vibrating with cursed energy. Gojo and Sukuna, the two most powerful sorcerers in existence, faced each other across the battlefield.
Yuji tried to rush forward—but Aiden held him back firmly. This was not a fight any of them could interfere with.
"Stay back, Yuji," Aiden commanded. "This is between them."
Gojo's smile was cold—deadly. "Sukuna. I should kill you right now."
Sukuna chuckled—a sound that made Yuji flinch. "And yet you won't. Because you know exactly what will happen if you do."
The two stared each other down—the Six Eyes versus the King of Curses.
Kenjaku watched with amusement—his plan unfolding exactly as intended. The tension between Gojo and Sukuna was suffocating—the very air cracking under the weight of their cursed energy.
Gojo's infinity hummed—his Six Eyes analyzing every micro-movement Sukuna made.
Sukuna stood relaxed—but his cursed energy was coiled like a serpent ready to strike.
The tension broke suddenly—Gojo and Sukuna, the two most powerful sorcerers in history, came to an unexpected agreement. They would not fight today. Instead, they would delay their ultimate showdown until December 24th.
Both sides would use the time to prepare—to train, to strategize, to sharpen their cursed techniques to perfection.
Gojo's expression remained impassive—calculating. "December 24th. Shinjuku."
Sukuna smirked—a dangerous, mocking smile. "December 24th. Shinjuku. Don't die before then, Six Eyes."
The agreement was made—a pact between the strongest sorcerer and the King of Curses.
The atmosphere shifted—from deadly tension to uneasy truce. Gojo and Sukuna, the most powerful beings in existence, had agreed to delay their battle. This was not peace—but strategic preparation for what promised to be the greatest clash in history. Kenjaku smiled, watching from the sidelines.