Chapter 17: The Wrath of the King of Curses

The air remained heavy, filled with the tension that precedes total chaos. Sukuna, though wounded, showed no signs of exhaustion. His laughter echoed across the battlefield, a mix of amusement and contempt.

"Is that all?" Sukuna shouted mockingly. "I've barely been scratched."

The King of Curses stretched his arms toward the sky, summoning an inordinate amount of cursed energy. The air darkened even further, and lightning began to dance around his towering figure. The earth trembled under the overwhelming pressure, and a dark aura unfolded around him like a raging storm.

Jin, Raizo, and the other sorcerers stood their ground. They knew the worst was yet to come.

"We have to attack now," Raizo said, his voice filled with urgency. "If we give him any more time, there will be nothing left to save."

Jin nodded, but his gaze shifted to Pikachu, who was still panting, regaining strength after his devastating attack. Despite his size, he had been the catalyst for this opportunity, and Jin knew he could ask no more of him… but Pikachu, with a glint in his eyes, was far from giving up.

"Pikachu, can you continue?" Jin asked, his voice low but serious.

Pikachu nodded slowly, his cheeks glowing with sparks of electricity. The determination in his eyes was unwavering.

"Fine," Jin said. "Then, we will do this together."

Raizo and the other mages began to focus their energy. The barriers they had created to protect themselves from Sukuna were still standing, but they were beginning to show cracks under the pressure of his immense power. The Hollow Wicker Basket still offered resistance, but they needed something else, something definitive.

"Form the Dragon Circle!" Raizo ordered.

The sorcerers gathered in formation, channeling their energy towards a central point. A blue light began to shine brightly from the ground, creating a vortex of power. It was an ancient technique, one that could only be used in the most desperate of times: the Sacred Dragon Ritual. This ritual required perfect timing between the sorcerers, and its success would depend on their ability to withstand Sukuna's counterattack.

Meanwhile, Sukuna watched in disdain. He could feel the energy building up, but he was unfazed. With a crooked smile, he whispered an ancient curse, a forbidden technique he had perfected for centuries.

"It's useless," Sukuna muttered. "There's nothing they can do against absolute power."

Launching the chant with both of its mouths to KAI's cry, raising its four arms at the same time sending invisible slashes at unmatched speeds, but Pikachu, using its body infused with electricity, launched itself to receive Sukuna's attacks.

The battlefield vibrated with cursed energy and pure electricity. Pikachu, despite his injuries, continued forward, running through Sukuna's devastating invisible slashes. Each of those attacks would have completely dismembered him if it weren't for the electricity that enveloped his body, constantly regenerating it. With each step he took, Pikachu accumulated more energy, getting closer to the moment when he would release his maximum attack.

Sukuna, seeing how the small Pokémon resisted his powerful slashes, was filled with growing anger. He couldn't believe that such a tiny creature was challenging his power. Even so, his smile didn't disappear, rather it widened, transforming into a grimace of cruel pleasure.

"Do you think you can beat me?" "Sukuna roared. I am the King of Curses!"

His four arms rose into the air, and a new wave of cursed energy shook the ground, fracturing the earth beneath his feet. The air around him began to distort completely, gravity seeming to twist under the weight of his power. At that moment, Sukuna focused all his hatred into one final attack: a flurry of invisible, swift, and deadly slashes, aimed straight at Pikachu and the wizards.

But Pikachu did not back down. As he ran into the center of Sukuna's storm, his body glowed ever more brightly. His ultimate technique, Hollow Yellow, was ready. The power it contained was so immense that it distorted the space around him, creating a magnetic field reminiscent of a black hole. Electricity swirled around him, forming a vibrant yellow lightning bolt that crackled from his tail.

"Now, Pikachu!" —Jin shouted, his voice cracking from the tension and desperation of the moment.

With a cry that echoed throughout the battlefield, Pikachu unleashed his Hollow Yellow. The beam shot through the air with impressive speed, heading straight for Sukuna. The impact was instantaneous and devastating. The beam struck the King of Curses in the face, engulfing him in a blinding yellow explosion of light.

Sukuna, for the first time, recoiled. The impact was so strong that he disintegrated The beast's face was torn away, leaving its flesh exposed and crackling with the electricity that enveloped it. Sukuna's laughter, though stifled, could still be heard, but this time with a hint of genuine surprise.

"Tch! A mere mouse...?" Sukuna muttered, as he tried to steady himself.

The battlefield fell silent for a brief second, broken only by the sound of Pikachu and the mages' heavy breathing. Jin, Raizo, and the others watched the scene in disbelief. Pikachu had accomplished the impossible: he had severely injured the King of Curses.

But then, Sukuna raised his head, his eyes filled with pure hatred. Though severely injured, he did not seem weakened. The cursed energy around him was gathering once more, this time with even greater intensity.

"This... isn't over," Sukuna said, his voice echoing with an almost demonic tone.

Suddenly, the air around Sukuna compressed, and with a scream of pure rage, he unleashed a wave of cursed energy that swept away everything around him, breaking through the Hollow Wicker Basket's barrier and forcing the wizards to retreat. The impact launched Pikachu into the air, crashing to the ground with brutal force.

"Pikachu!" Jin shouted, running towards his injured friend.

Pikachu tried to get up, but his strength was failing him. Sukuna's final attack had been too much, and the small creature lay on the ground, struggling to stay conscious. Jin picked him up in his arms, with a mix of despair and gratitude.

"You did amazing, buddy," Jin whispered.

Meanwhile, Sukuna stood imposingly, his body slowly regenerating from the wounds caused by Pikachu's attack. His gaze locked on the wizards.

"You've been entertained," Sukuna said, raising one of his cursed flaming hands to prepare the final blow. "But it's time to end this."

At that moment, the circle of sorcerers who had been preparing the Sacred Dragon Ritual completed their incantation. From the ground, a gigantic figure of blue energy rose, taking the form of a celestial dragon. Its roar echoed through the heavens, and its eyes shone with an intense light, challenging Sukuna.

"Now, Jin!" Raizo shouted. "It's time!"

Jin, with Pikachu in his arms, stood up and stood in the center of the circle. He channeled Pikachu's remaining energy into the dragon, fusing the electricity with the energy of the ritual. The dragon became enveloped in an aura of golden lightning, and its form began to solidify, becoming more imposing and powerful.

"This is our last attempt!" "Jin shouted, with a mix of hope and fury. "We will defeat you, Sukuna!"

The dragon, now fully formed, launched itself at Sukuna with impressive speed. The King of Curses, surprised by the magnitude of the attack, raised both arms to defend himself, but the combination of cursed energy and pure electricity was too much even for him.

The impact was devastating. The dragon tore through Sukuna, engulfing him in an explosion of light and energy that shook the battlefield. The sky lit up with a storm of lightning, and the earth itself seemed to scream as the dragon's power destroyed Sukuna's body.

When the light finally dissipated, the King of Curses fell to his knees, his body shattered and weakened. However, a spark of malice still burned in his eyes.

"This… is not the end…" Sukuna muttered before fading away in a cloud of cursed energy.

The wizards fell to the ground, exhausted, but they knew they had accomplished something incredible. Sukuna had been defeated, if only temporarily.

Jin looked at Pikachu, who was still in his arms, barely conscious.

"You did it, Pikachu… we did it," Jin whispered with a relieved smile.

The battlefield was in ruins, but for the first time in a long time, there was hope.

The battlefield remained in a heavy silence after the explosion of light and energy that had knocked Sukuna down. The sky, which had been dark and filled with evil moments before, was beginning to clear as the black clouds slowly dispersed. The golden energy dragon had disappeared, and the wizards left standing watched the scene in disbelief.

In the distance, the fallen bodies of their allies lay motionless. The wounds inflicted by Sukuna and his invisible cuts had been devastating, and only a few remained conscious, staggering between exhaustion and despair. However, the air, once permeated with cursed energy, was now filled with the feeling of a victory that was hard to assimilate.

Jin, with Pikachu still in his arms, staggered towards the epicenter of where Sukuna had fallen. Each step was heavy, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. The small Pokémon could barely keep his eyes open, his body still sizzling. slightly with the remaining electricity. Jin could feel his partner's weak breathing, and his heart tightened with worry.

"Hang in there, Pikachu... we're almost there." Jin whispered between gasps, trying to comfort the small Pokémon as he walked at a slow pace.

Around them, Raizo and the other sorcerers were beginning to regroup. No one was celebrating. They knew that Sukuna's defeat, though momentary, didn't mean the end. The King of Curses had been hurt, but not completely destroyed. It was only a matter of time before his cursed essence regenerated or found a way to come back, and everyone knew it.

"What do we do now?" one of the sorcerers asked, his voice cracking with exhaustion and fear.

Raizo, leaning on his staff, looked at the place where Sukuna had fallen with a serious expression. He had led his team through countless battles, but he had never faced a foe as formidable as the King of Curses. He knew that what they had done today had only slowed down the inevitable.

"We prepared ourselves," Raizo finally answered. "Sukuna will return. He always does."

The mood was somber, but despite the fear they felt, they knew they had taken an important step in the fight against evil. Sukuna had been defeated, if only temporarily, and that gave them some time to regroup, find new strategies, and maybe, just maybe, find a definitive way to seal his power.

Meanwhile, on the ground, the space where Sukuna had fallen began to crackle with tiny remnants of cursed energy. An indelible mark of the King of Curses was imprinted on the earth, like a scar that would never fully heal.

In the distance, as the sorcerers tried to recover, a figure watched from the shadows. Kenjaku, who had instigated much of the chaos now engulfing the world, smiled to himself. He knew that Sukuna had been temporarily defeated, but he was not worried. Sukuna was not just a curse; he was like a primordial force, an entity that could not be contained for long.

"Interesting…" Kenjaku muttered, as he walked away from the battlefield. "The electric mouse and his group have proven to be more resilient than I expected. But this is only the beginning."

With a wave of his hand, a small sphere of cursed energy appeared floating in front of him. It was a fraction of Sukuna's power, captured the moment the dragon had destroyed him. Kenjaku, ever calculating, had seen an opportunity in the King of Curses' apparent defeat. And now, with that fragment of power in his possession, his plan was still in motion.

"The real show is about to begin."

As the sky continued to clear, the scars of battle were etched into the earth. The wizards, tired and wounded, knew that peace would be temporary, but they weren't going to waste the time they had gained. Jin, still holding Pikachu, looked out at the horizon, his mind filled with thoughts. He knew that what was coming would be even harder. Sukuna would return, stronger and angrier, and the world wasn't ready for what that would mean.

"We have to be ready," Jin said quietly, more to himself than to the others.

The sound of the wind blowing through the trees was all that remained on the battlefield.

to be continued

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