Ryoiki Tenkai.
The words shattered the sky.
An infinite eruption of cursed energy surged as Gojo's and Sukuna's domains expanded—two cosmic realities crashing into one another with cataclysmic force.
Malevolent Shrine.
Unlimited Void.
A tremor tore through the city as both realms collided at full force. Buildings disintegrated. The wind stilled. Time itself seemed to flinch.
The light from the impact eclipsed the sun.
And then—
Boom.
A black and red explosion swallowed the air. The ground caved in. A storm of cursed energy surged outward, evaporating everything in a mile-wide radius. The sky fractured like a mirror cracking from the inside.
But deep within that blast, amid twisting space and collapsing law—
The battle had only begun.
Sukuna's domain roared. Countless cleave and dismantle slashes rained like divine judgment, ignoring barriers, cutting concepts, slicing air, flesh, memory—everything.
Gojo stood calm within his realm, floating as if gravity had lost meaning. His Unlimited Void distorted all perception—trapping Sukuna within a world of infinite knowledge, overwhelming the senses, pulling consciousness into an abyss of endless processing.
Sukuna grimaced, his muscles twitching. But he was smiling.
"Tch... you're annoying."
"You wanted a 1v1, right?" Gojo grinned, his six eyes glimmering. "So let's do this the right way."
He launched forward.
Fist met fang.
Technique met annihilation.
Gojo's cursed technique reversal danced around Sukuna's slashes. Each motion was layered with precision, calculated in microseconds by the Six Eyes. He shattered part of Sukuna's jaw with a spinning backfist, only to receive a slash across his ribs in return.
The Void began to collapse at the edges, unable to hold forever against Malevolent Shrine's sheer savagery. But Gojo had already known this.
He surged forward and brought his hand close to Sukuna's chest—
"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red!"
The blast threw Sukuna like a comet, smashing him through his own domain wall. But Sukuna twisted mid-flight, slammed his palms together—
"Open – Shrine Severance!"
From his mouth, a cursed chant spilled, and a black flame burst from his blade—aimed right at Gojo's heart.
Gojo blinked.
The flame passed through an afterimage.
Sukuna was punched in the face before he realized Gojo had moved.
The punch launched him into the ground, carving a trench across Shinjuku's ruined terrain. Sukuna skidded to a halt, panting, grinning, bleeding.
Gojo landed beside him, adjusting his blindfold.
"You're slowing down, Sukuna."
Sukuna coughed and laughed.
"You're enjoying this too much."
"Damn right I am," Gojo said, cracking his neck. "I've been waiting over a year to punch you like that."
Overhead, both their domains had begun to fall apart—unable to sustain themselves in the face of one another's immense cursed power. The sky cleared slightly, revealing both men, bruised, bloodied—but still grinning.
As if round one was just beginning.
And it was.
Gojo raised a finger.
"Time for the real fight."
Sukuna's eyes narrowed.
"I was about to say the same thing."
They vanished from sight—clashing once more with a sound that broke reality.