Chapter 11: Uro...3
Chapter 11: Uro...3
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The cave shook as if the world itself was crumbling under the pressure of the impending battle. Pikachu's eyes, once bright and full of life, now reflected an unfathomable darkness. The cursed energy that enveloped him seemed to consume him from within, but it also granted him unprecedented power. Each spark of his electricity crackled with a chaotic rage, an uncontrolled force that threatened to unleash true chaos at any moment.
In front of him, Takako Uro remained unfazed. The special-grade sorceress hovered slightly above the ground, her control over the atmosphere causing the clouds to slowly swirl overhead, like a storm waiting to be unleashed. Her cold gaze studied Pikachu carefully. Although she recognized the growing power within the creature, she still saw in it a challenge to be crushed, not a real threat.
"Your strength is interesting," Uro said with a slight smile on his lips. "But it's also ephemeral. You have no idea what you're handling, cursed creature."
Pikachu didn't respond with words, his mind no longer functioning as it once did. The curse had distorted his perception of the world. He saw only fragments of what used to be, a fragmented reality where chaos and order fought for control. Inside him, a dark, distorted voice whispered to him, urging his destruction, but also his mission: Save the world... or destroy it.
With a roar that echoed like thunder, Pikachu unleashed his attack. Dark electrical energy flowed from his body in the form of black lightning, streaking through the air towards Uro with the intention of reducing everything to ashes. The 4 rocks around him split in the wake of his power, and the ground began to crack under the pressure.
Takako Uro calmly raised a hand, her control over the air forming an invisible barrier that deflected Pikachu's attack, causing the lightning to dissipate before reaching her. The sorceress watched with some delight as the creature continued to fight, refusing to succumb to its inevitable fate.
"That's all you have, right?" Uro smirked.
But Pikachu didn't back down. Something inside him was changing, mutating under the pressure of battle. His body, despite being on the verge of collapse, continued to fight. Then, a new burst of energy erupted from within him, darker and more intense than before. It wasn't just electricity that emanated now. It was the very essence of the negativity of his emotions.
Takako Uro, for the first time, frowned. This time it wasn't just brute force; there was something deeper and more dangerous in that power that Pikachu unleashed. It was as if she was channeling the cursed energies of a hate-filled beast that even Uro couldn't fully understand.
The air began to distort around her, and the sorceress felt her grip on the sky begin to falter. "What is this...?" she muttered to herself as reality itself seemed to crumble.
Pikachu, enveloped in his dark aura, charged towards Uro with inhuman speed. His body moved faster than the eye could follow, leaving a trail of electricity and curse behind him. The sorceress barely had time to react as the small being slammed into her air barrier, shattering it like glass.
The blow was brutal, throwing Uro several meters back. The sorceress quickly regained her balance in the air, but something in her expression had changed. She no longer underestimated her opponent.
"Interesting..." she whispered, her tone filled with a mix of irritation and fascination. "There seems to be something else in you, little creature. Something that perhaps even you do not understand."
She raised both hands, and the sky above them began to twist again. The clouds gathered into a storm of apocalyptic proportions, and the atmospheric pressure increased, making the air almost unbreathable. Uro was prepared to unleash her full power.
"If you cannot control that chaos, then I will destroy it before it consumes everything."
Pikachu prepared for the next assault, his paws shaking from fatigue, but his will remained unbreakable. The cursed energy consuming him also gave him a new way to exist. He was on the brink of madness, but in that madness there was a disturbing clarity: he could not lose. If he did, the world would plunge into darkness.
Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet began to fracture even further, as if something deeper was awakening. The cursed energy, and Uro's power seemed to be resonating with something beneath the earth itself. Uro's eyes narrowed, sensing the disturbance, but before he could act, a gigantic crack opened in the ground, and a purple and black light emanated from it.
"What is this now?" Uro shouted, surprised. From the crack emerged a dark, amorphous figure, like a shadow of the cursed world itself. Its presence caused the air to become even denser, and the cursed energy around it intensified.
Pikachu, standing in front of this new apparition, felt something inside him respond to that energy. He didn't know if it was an ally or an enemy, but the only thing he knew for sure was that the fate of the Jujutsu world had just become even more uncertain.
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