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When Yuto refused to make peace and decided to end him, Sukuna finally cracked. He turned and bolted, desperate to escape.
[Maximum Output: Dismantle!]
A massive shrine rose from the water, its edges blending into the blood-red sky above. Cornered with nowhere to run, the King of Curses unleashed his full power. A storm of vacuum slashes surged toward Yuto, buying Sukuna precious seconds to flee.
But Yuto didn't flinch. The Shield of Aigis shifted in his hands, morphing into a translucent barrier that swallowed the attacks whole. Then, from the golden key he held, red patterns like circuits spread outward. They formed an inverted pyramid, a crimson tree stretching toward the heavens.
Moments later, a spinning projection of Earth appeared in his palm. It floated up, faded, and gave way to something unknown. Finally, a strange "sword" took shape in his grip; a weapon of three cylindrical segments, its black surface etched with markings somewhere between text and symbols.
"Enuma Elish!"
The Noble Phantasm, "EA," didn't look like any sword should. Yet the raw force it radiated froze Sukuna in place, his face twisting with fear, his body trembling. He wanted to run, but the weapon's sheer existence drained his will.
Regret hit Sukuna hard. Why had he taunted this kid? Why had he been so arrogant? Just glancing at that key-sword stung his eyes. Trying to make sense of its patterns gave him a headache, like his mind refused to process it.
This was the Sword of Rupture, the Hero King Gilgamesh's legendary Noble Phantasm, said to tear the world apart. Its power rivaled, maybe even outstripped, Artoria's "Excalibur." Backed by the treasures of the "King's Treasury," it could grow stronger still. Even "Unlimited Blade Works" couldn't copy it. The wind from this sword could shatter space itself, crushing enemies in a rift of its own making.
"It's over," Yuto said, his voice flat as he raised the Sword of Rupture.
The three segments, carved with the mysteries of ancient laws, began to spin fast. A suffocating wind pressure spilled out, strong enough to crack the surrounding space like glass.
At that moment, Sukuna's spatial slashes felt laughable. Compared to the world-breaking power in Yuto's hands, they were nothing.
"Enuma Elish!"
A red storm erupted, slicing through space and sweeping everything away. The sky shook, the ground quaked under the force. Space peeled apart, first in small shards, then in growing chunks, until black cracks spiderwebbed the air. The wind from those rifts could cut reality itself.
The world went gray. Silence swallowed everything; no sound, no motion, as if time had stopped.
"I'm… going to die," Sukuna muttered, his face pale.
Pressure crushed him, his body heavy and slow. The wind grazed him, leaving jagged wounds across his once-proud frame. The King of Curses looked fragile now, like a cracked doll on the verge of breaking.
"W-wait… please stop!" he pleaded, dropping to his knees as if clinging to a lifeline.
"Go to hell, Sukuna."
"No!!!"
The sword's energy locked onto the kneeling curse, a force with no escape. Sukuna's final scream echoed as the world rearranged itself. A deafening roar and blinding magical light consumed everything.
"What… what was that?!"
The "Malevolent Shrine" domain had hidden the fight from view, but no one was blind to the power that shook the air. EA's might sent chills through everyone nearby. It was like a primal warning of destruction.
"Lord Sukuna… is dead?"
Beneath a pile of rubble, Uraume stared up, dazed.
"How?" Uraume whispered. "He's Sukuna…the invincible Sukuna!"
The truth crashed into him, but his body rejected it. For a thousand years, he'd known Sukuna's terror. He was cruel, bloodthirsty, a monster who killed for fun, especially women and children. He thought himself above all, living only for his own pleasure, caring nothing for anyone else.
Uraume had survived by cooking for him; roasting humans, a skill that earned him a place at Sukuna's side. They'd been called the "King of Eating" and "the Chef," with Uraume nicknamed "Refrigerator" for his icy curse technique. If he hadn't fled to the domain's edge that storm would've shredded him too.
"What now?" he muttered, finally accepting it. His mind was a mess, but he knew one thing: he had to leave, fast.
"Time to go."
He flicked his kimono sleeve, ready to slip away from the ruins without Yuto noticing. But a voice stopped him cold.
"Stop right there."
"You?" Uraume stammered.
A red spear shot from the void, beheading Uraume.
Yuto glanced at the item that dropped, raising an eyebrow.
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[Golden Material]: Mirror of Ninety-Nine
[Description]: A mirror passed down through generations, now home to gods or demons; an odd and incredible thing.
[Effect]: Can be exchanged for 2000 Mana Prisms
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'Mirror of Ninety-Nine, Tsukumo Yuki… Fate, huh?' A glimpse of the future flashed in his mind, and he vanished.
"Hey, even meeting again, I still wanna ask, what type of woman do you like?"
The fit blonde, Tsukumo Yuki, stretched with a bright smile, facing the monk-like man across from her.
"Tsukumo? Ha… didn't expect to run into you again," Kenjaku said, turning with a grin.
"Here to catch me?"
"What else, Geto Suguru? That question back then turned you into a monster I can't forgive."
"No matter how much I deny it, I feel like I've got to drag you back to the light or just kill you."
Her smile faded, her eyes sharpening.
"Why kill me?" Kenjaku tilted his head. "Aren't we kinda on the same path?"
"No. You're a lunatic," Yuki shot back, tossing her hair, ready to fight.
"Shame," Kenjaku sighed, narrowing his eyes with mock regret.
"I'd love to spar, but my useless teammates are dead. Time to run before that kid tyrant catches up."
He spoke of fleeing, but his face stayed calm, his lips curved in a relaxed smile. Sukuna's defeat, his allies' deaths, it all seemed part of his plan.
"You're not getting away!"
Tsukumo Yuki, one of the four special-grade sorcerers, moved like lightning. Her long legs blurred into a flurry of kicks, aimed straight at the robed man.
"Heh, still as straightforward as ever," Kenjaku chuckled, dodging her strikes with ease despite his loose kasaya.
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