The sky seemed dyed crimson by blood.
The severed head of Yorozu spun through the air before falling heavily onto the broken ground.
Her eyes remained open.
Still staring upward.
Toward the figure standing calmly atop the shoulder of Mahoraga.
Even at the moment of death—
There was no hatred in her gaze.
Only a twisted, painful love.
"Sukuna…-sama…"
Her lips trembled weakly.
Although her body had already been fatally cut down, the immense cursed energy sustaining her allowed her to speak one final time.
"This…"
"…is my final gift."
As the words faded—
The shattered fragments of the True Sphere began to tremble.
But they did not reform into a weapon.
Instead—
They condensed into a cursed tool.
A short rod shaped like a ritual pestle.
Its black surface was engraved with lightning-like patterns.
A supreme cursed tool.
Kamutoke.
A weapon Yorozu had created with her life and Construction Technique.
She offered it as her last expression of love.
"Take it…"
"Please… never forget me…"
With those final words—
The light in her eyes disappeared.
The body that once belonged to Tsumiki Fushiguro collapsed lifelessly among the ruins.
"NO!!!"
Yagami Sora roared.
It wasn't that he had stood still.
From the moment the True Sphere appeared—
He had been fighting with everything he had.
"Move…!!"
Blood streamed from his eyes, nose, and mouth.
His brain had reached its limit.
Yorozu's True Sphere was an impossible object.
A perfect sphere with infinite pressure.
A phenomenon that defied physics.
If its stability collapsed—
The explosion of pressure could devastate the entire colony.
Possibly even beyond.
To prevent that catastrophe—
Sora had devoted every ounce of his computational power to vector countermeasures.
He maintained a constant reverse force field to stabilize the paradox.
That left him unable to interfere in Sukuna's battle.
He could only watch—
As Sukuna used Mahoraga's adaptation to kill Yorozu.
And watch—
As Megumi Fushiguro's soul shattered.
Finally—
With Yorozu dead—
The unstable True Sphere collapsed.
The paradox dissolved.
Sora's body gave out.
He fell to the ground like a broken puppet.
He had saved the world.
But he could not save his friend.
"Hmph."
Ryomen Sukuna glanced casually at the cursed tool.
He picked up Kamutoke without emotion.
"A troublesome woman."
"But as entertainment before death…"
"She wasn't bad."
No grief.
No pity.
Only cold indifference.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Yuji Itadori slammed his fists into the ground again and again.
Blood soaked the rubble beneath him.
But he felt nothing.
Compared to the agony in his chest—
The pain in his hands meant nothing.
"Fushiguro…"
"How did it become like this…?"
Sukuna turned slowly toward them.
His gaze was that of a god observing insects.
"Especially you, Itadori."
"You always wanted to save Megumi."
"Well?"
"Did you see it clearly?"
"This is the result."
"The one you tried to save…"
"…killed his own sister."
"Shut up!!!"
Yuji screamed.
"That wasn't Megumi!"
"That was YOU controlling his body!"
Sukuna chuckled.
"Oh?"
"But the soul inside this body saw everything."
"Just now…"
"When Tsumiki died…"
"Megumi Fushiguro's soul shattered."
"He sank into darkness deeper than death."
"Because he knows the truth."
"That it was his own technique that killed her."
"This sin will haunt him forever."
Sukuna leaned slightly closer.
"Unless…"
"You kill me."
"Destroy this body completely."
"Otherwise…"
"He will never be free."
The cruelty of the King of Curses was absolute.
He didn't only destroy bodies.
He destroyed hope.
Yuji slowly stood.
A terrifying cursed energy erupted from his body.
It was no longer simple cursed energy.
It was rage.
Grief.
Despair.
Even traces of the Black Flash phenomenon flickered around him.
"I will…"
"…kill you!!"
He charged forward.
But suddenly—
Thump.
Yuji froze.
Then collapsed to the ground.
"What happened?!"
Sora rushed over.
Yuji's body convulsed violently.
Something writhed beneath his skin.
Residual fragments of Sukuna's power.
The connection formed when Yuji had once consumed Sukuna's fingers.
Even though Sukuna had left his body—
The cursed link remained.
Now that Sukuna had gained full control over Megumi's vessel—
That connection became poison.
Yuji's body was rejecting it.
"Don't struggle."
Sukuna spoke calmly.
"That brat was only a vessel."
"And I am no longer bound to him."
He turned away.
"It's time to leave."
"This farce is over."
He looked toward the sky.
The Culling Game barrier trembled faintly.
Something else was beginning to awaken.
"Stop."
Sora stood up.
Blocking Sukuna's path.
"You think you can just walk away?"
"After everything you've done?"
Sukuna tilted his head.
"Vector manipulation…"
"A troublesome technique."
"But I'm bored of this childish game."
He raised a hand.
Mahoraga appeared once more.
But instead of attacking—
It dissolved into Sukuna's shadow.
Then—
Sukuna's form blurred.
"Goodbye, brat."
"If you want to save Megumi…"
"Come find me."
"And next time we meet…"
"I'll show you what real hell looks like."
His body vanished into the darkness.
"DAMN IT!"
Sora slammed his fist into the ground.
He didn't pursue.
Because he understood the reality.
Sukuna now possessed:
the complete Ten Shadows Techniquethe supreme cursed tool Kamutoketotal control over Megumi's body
At this moment—
Sukuna was nearly unstoppable.
Unless one person returned.
Satoru Gojo.
Yuji lay motionless.
His voice was barely audible.
"Fushiguro…"
A broken growl escaped his throat.
Sora walked toward Tsumiki's body.
He removed his coat.
And gently covered her.
Then he returned to Yuji and helped him stand.
"Don't cry."
His voice was cold—
But steady.
"It's not over."
"As long as someone is still alive…"
"There is still hope."
He looked toward the distant sky.
A pillar of light was rising.
The direction of the one known as the Angel.
"We still have one chance."
"One final chance."
"If we free that man…"
"Everything can still be reversed."
Yuji stared blankly at him.
"…Can we really save him?"
Sora nodded.
"Yes."
"We can."
"Because we are sorcerers."
"And once we choose this path…"
"We don't have the right to give up."
The wind swept across the ruined battlefield.
Carrying the smell of blood and smoke.
But among the ruins—
A seed had begun to grow.
A seed called revenge.
And the final battle—
Had only just begun.
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