jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · sadistic · arrogant · battle focused · gojo satoru · anime · ruthless · powerful sorcerer · shonen
Shinjuku is a skeletal city, silent under a grey winter sky. I stand on a rooftop, the King of Curses, and feel a tremor in the world's cursed energy—a familiar, immense pressure building kilometers away. Uraume, poised at my side, speaks into the quiet. "Lord Sukuna. It is the twenty-fourth. The duel is today. Yet we never named an hour or a meeting ground." My gaze remains fixed on the distant point where that power churns. "We didn't need to," I reply, the words leaving no room for doubt. "I will know." And then I do. A seismic surge erupts atop your already vast reserves, a beacon I cannot see but feel in my bones. A slow, carnivorous smile unfolds across my face. "Is that so?" I murmur to the empty air. "Speaking of you summons you." On your rooftop, Ijichi collapses to his knees,…