A pillar of cursed energy shot into the heavens as Gojo and Sukuna clashed once more, each strike a contradiction of cursed philosophies—limitless versus ruinous. Their power had carved valleys into Shinjuku, reducing the cityscape to a graveyard of broken steel and scorched stone.
But then—
Sukuna pulled back, his hands forming a precise, sinister pattern of hand seals.
Gojo's brows furrowed. "What the hell are you doing?"
The air cracked.
From a rift in cursed energy, a titanic figure emerged—Mahoraga, the Eight-Handled Wheel Shikigami. Its ominous wheel spun slowly behind it, adapting with every turn.
The ground quaked beneath its steps.
Gojo's eye twitched.
"Oh?" he asked casually, but his tone sharpened. "Didn't you say this would be a one-on-one?"
Sukuna floated above the battlefield, arms folded, eyes cold.
"I've changed my mind," he said simply. "I do not care about rules anymore."
Gojo narrowed his eyes but smirked.
"Alright then," he cracked his neck, "I don't have a problem taking on two at once."
Mahoraga's wheel spun violently as it lunged forward—its sword clashing against Gojo's Infinity. Gojo retaliated, warping space to send Mahoraga flying into a collapsed skyscraper.
But the wheel spun again.
And Mahoraga rose.
Adapted.
Gojo clicked his tongue. "Tch."
He flickered behind Mahoraga—struck with a Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue. The impact tore the ground apart—but Mahoraga's wheel rotated once more.
Adapted.
Then Mahoraga vanished—appearing behind Gojo. Its blade slashed down—
Gojo caught it, but his hand was bleeding.
"Tch… you're adapting faster than I expected."
Then—
Sukuna's fingers flashed again.
The battlefield shook. Thunder cracked the air.
Another monstrous figure emerged from the shadows.
Agito.
A chimera of blades and muscle, dripping with cursed malice. Its grotesque mouth opened with a shriek that made even Mahoraga flinch.
Gojo stared at the two creatures now aligned beside Sukuna.
"…Seriously?"
Three pairs of eyes now locked on the sorcerer.
Sukuna raised a hand, signaling his new army forward.
Gojo exhaled.
"Three against one," he muttered, "So much for honor among ancient freaks."
Mahoraga charged again.
Gojo ducked under its blade—but Agito was already behind him, its monstrous claws grazing Gojo's shoulder.
Blood sprayed.
He backflipped away, warping the space between them to widen the gap—but the cursed creatures advanced relentlessly.
Even Gojo was starting to feel the pressure.
Watching from afar, Utahime clenched her fists.
"Three Shikigami… that's insane," she whispered.
Mei Mei narrowed her eyes. "He's testing Gojo's limit. He's forcing him to split his Infinity, to tire him out before he moves in for the kill."
Back on the battlefield—
Gojo's voice echoed.
"I hope you're proud, Sukuna. First you spill your sob story, and now you stack the odds."
Sukuna's expression was calm, almost amused.
"I am not interested in pride. Only in victory."
Mahoraga and Agito circled Gojo, their cursed pressure immense.
Gojo raised both hands, his cursed energy spiraling upward like a storm.
"Then come try me."
And with that—
The 3-on-1 massacre began.