Fire. A blaze surrounded Shibuya, one centered around the battle of the strongest of two different worlds.
The Strongest of the Past vs
The Strongest Curse of Today
With a yell magma erupted from the ground ensnaring twin buildings within their grasp, only then to seemingly crush Sukuna.
Alas, it was not enough, it would never be enough, as before Jogos very eyes the building and what he was standing on were diced cleanly almost like a knife to butter.
The silhouette of the King of Curses could be seen, seemingly aura farming whilst hitting a T pose. Alas that was only for a moment as he disappeared before Jogos eye.
Hurriedly Jogo turned desperately seeking to find his opposition.
"Where is he? Where is he!" Jogo screamed in his mind, but when he spotted him it was far too late.
Boom. Jogo was thrown through a building, then another, and another as Sukuna enjoyed this one sided bashing.
Then, open air. Jogo was falling.
"I knew theres a gap in our strength. But to think it was to this extent!"
A monsterous grin split Sukunas face almost as though he could sense Jogos internal dialogue, and the deep fear within him.
Sukunas palm grabbed Jogos face as they fell, forcing him to take all the damage as they went through several stories of a building.
Right before they reached the bottom floor he managed to surround exert flames from all around himself, successfully granting himself a reprive from his pink haired ones relentless assault.
He hit the floor, hard. Dust billowed all around Jogo as he coughed blood.
"How is he so strong." Jogo internally contemplated. "The only time I've ever been this outclassed was when I fought Satoru Gojo of course."
"The moonlights shining all the way through " Sukuna commented, seemingly finding now a good time to further rage bait Jogo he continued.
"It's helping me see your pathetic state more clearly."
With a smirk Sukuna stepped closer, while Jogo pressed his hands to his mouth to stop the bleeding, or maybe it was to not cry. Who knows.
Sukuna hefted Jogo up by the back of his collar as he taunted smirking like a demon the entire time.
"Come on, now, try your best"
Jogos eye widened as he listened, still suspended in the air by Sukuna.
"I'll keep playing with you again and again until I get bored of you."
"Me. A toy!" Jogo thought furiously "I refuse to be anyone's plaything! It's time to use that." Jogo proceeded to let out a display of fire that flooded the streets.
Sukuna seemed to skate across the city scape, having the time of his life as he narrowly avoided the flame and magma that rushed at him.
Then came the rest, debris was incinerated and sucked upwards towards a massive ball of flame and magma in the air behind Jogo relentlessly, until finally it seemed the sun had returned to Japan.
"Supreme Art: Meteor!" Jogo roared.
With that, the sun fell.
Incinerated, every building and human within the radius was gone.
Except for Ryomen Sukuna of course.
"There." Jogo panted "Even Sukuna shouldn't escape that unharmed."
A victorious smile rested on his face as he thought "You're death wasn't for nothing Hanami."
That smile quickly froze as a voice spoke from behind him.
"That would've hurt for sure, that is if it had hit."
There, on the meteor Sukuna sat, legs crossed entirely unfazed from the sheer amount of destruction surrounding him.
Curiosity tinting his voice Sukuna asked, a hand resting on his chin "Why won't you use your domain?"
Jogo turned to look at him, looking like he thoroughly wished to be done with this entire ordeal.
"I know I can't win in clash of domains with you." Jogo said wearily.
"Because that's how it went with Satoru Gojo?" Sukuna said, though the conclusion was obvious.
Disappointment clear in his voice Sukuna continued "That's the epitome of a losers spirit."
Then standing Sukuna stood to face Jogo.
"Though you've managed to peak my interest. So I'll fight you with your own specialty."
"Fuga (open)"
Fire spread through Sukunas grasp whilst Jogos eye widened.
"Those are..."
"Flames!"
"I thought Sukunas technique was just cleaving and dismantling." Jogo thought, the disbelief clearly written on his face.
"Oh?" Sukuna said "I thought it was well known..."
A hint of mockery in his voice Sukuna continued. "But I suppose you wouldn't know, Cursed Spirit."
Laughing slightly Sukuna spoke "Don't worry, I won't do anything petty like revealing my technique.
Suddenly his demeanor became serious, as the fire danced in his eyes. "Now arm yourself."
A bead of sweat rolled down Jogos face as he continued.
"Let's have a contest of firepower."
Face stilled, with total concentration Jogo began to move his hands, forming a fireball between them.
Sukuna drew back his arms like an archer as the flames danced between them.
They fired, then everything went white.
Blinking at the strange, pure realm Jogo found himself in he looked at his friends.
"I'm sorry, Hanami, Dagon." Remorse in his voice he continued.
"Mahito is still alive." Hanami said reassuringly. "Humans fear death, but on the other end of death there are also "humans" standing."
She continued "To humans death is a mirror. And Mahito is that mirror, Mahito can become even stronger." She finished, "That's why you made him the leader, right?".
His voice grave Jogo spoke "When we are reborn, we really won't be ourselves anymore..." Longingly he said "Even so I really want to meet you all again."
With a soft smile on his face Jogo then said "Because we are the real humans."
Said smile was quickly broken when from behind (again) a someone spoke.
"What? You want to become a human?" Sukuna said judgementally.
Sukuna raised a hand to silence whatever Jogo was about to say.
"I understand what you mean. You don't want to become a human. You just want to attain the status of one."
With half lidded eyes he continued. "Even though I understand. I still find it incredibly dull."
Disappointment in his voice Sukuna continued. "Crowds of humans, crowds of Curses. It's the flock mentality that measures ones value, that mentality only serves to make everyone weaker, and weaker."
"You should burn everything."
Conviction in his voice Sukuna continued. "Regardless of gains, losses, or plans, burn them all."
Eyes shining Jogo truly listened. "Until you reach the realm of Satoru Gojo, and completely abandon your future, or race. What you lack is this kind of 'hunger' that clings to your ideals."
Sadness in his voice Jogo agreed unable to meet his eye. "Maybe that's how it is..."
"But." Sukuna smiled "I had fun."
Shock evident, Jogo turned to face him.
"Humans, sorcerers, cursed spirits." Nostalgia in his voice Sukuna continued. "Compared to those I fought a thousand years ago, you're not bad."
Sukuna smiled then looked at Jogo.
"Stand proud, you are strong."
Strange emotions flooded Jogos system, he glanced downwards and watched a tear fall from his face.
In shock he asked "What is this feeling?"
Sukuna smirked replying "I wouldn't know that."
The whiteness of the void faded along with Sukuna. Leaving Jogo alone in a infinite void of black.