Chapter 19: The Fall II

Chapter 19: The Fall II

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The snow continued to fall, each flake feeling heavy, permeated by the darkness that accompanied Sukuna's presence. The air was dense, almost suffocating, despite the cold that enveloped the place. It was as if the atmosphere itself knew what was to come, as if the world held its breath waiting for something inevitable to happen. Pikachu, with his small body vibrating with accumulated energy, was ready to face the inevitable. He was aware that this was not a simple battle, but something much bigger. Peace, life itself, hung in the balance.

His small paws were infused with electricity, crackling with intensity. The technique he had perfected alongside Tengen, an imitation of the feared Chidori technique, now formed a concentrated lightning bolt around his body, ready to strike. It was an attack he had learned during weeks of exhaustive training. It wasn't enough to simply manipulate his own energy, he had to learn to channel it, to turn it into a devastating force, one that could rival the darkest powers he had faced so far.

In front of him, Kenjaku, with his macabre smile, watched the scene with an air of superiority, fully aware of his advantage. The way he held his head high and his eyes shone with sinister confidence made it clear that he did not fear what Pikachu could do. Beside him, the young Zenin, possessed by the remains of Sukuna, displayed an aura of growing power. The cursed energy flowed from him like a dark river, enveloping him in a thick mist of corruption. It was as if the air around him was contaminated just by his presence, and every breath felt heavy, laden with a latent evil.

Sukuna's presence was not something that could be ignored. It was not only in the environment, but seemed to insert itself deep within one's being, provoking visceral fear. Pikachu could feel it. Every muscle in his small body was tense, prepared for the worst. He knew there was no time to hesitate. Tengen's words echoed in his mind: "You must be quick, precise. You cannot afford a mistake when the time comes."

"We cannot allow this to continue," Pikachu thought as he gritted his teeth. Despite his size, his determination was as fierce as ever. His training with Tengen had pushed him to the limits of his abilities, and he was determined not to fail.

With an electric roar, Pikachu charged towards Kenjaku and the possessed. His entire body turned into a living bolt of lightning, moving at astonishing speed. Lightning enveloped his small body as he moved forward at lightning speed. He was determined to strike with all his power, aware that a single chance could turn the tide of the battle. He knew Kenjaku was a cunning foe, one who would not let the slightest opportunity to counterattack pass him by.

But just as he was about to make impact, Kenjaku raised a hand with eerie serenity and activated his Shadow Manipulation technique. Instantly, the surrounding shadows, blackened by the night and the snowstorm, came to life. They rose from the ground like snakes, writhing and spreading in all directions. The shadows enveloped the area and distorted the space around Pikachu, transforming the battlefield into a dark, impenetrable labyrinth. Darkness surrounded him on all sides, slowing his progress and clouding his vision.

"You think you can catch up to us, little creature?" Kenjaku laughed, his voice echoing like a sinister echo in the darkness around him.

With a simple gesture, he and Sukuna disappeared in a whirlwind of shadows. Kenjaku had learned to use shadows not only as a means of attack, but as a portal between dimensions. The shadows twisted and opened like a vortex, engulfing the two and taking them somewhere far away. The trail of cursed energy almost completely vanished, but Pikachu, determined not to lose them, sharpened his senses.

"They won't escape that easily," Pikachu thought, closing his eyes and focusing his mind on the residual energy of the curse. Although Kenjaku had tried to cover his tracks, Pikachu possessed a unique ability: his ability to track the electromagnetic currents around him. Through his keen electric sense, he was able to pick up on the faint signals Kenjaku had left behind after his escape. It was an advanced technique, one that Tengen had helped him perfect. Although the surroundings were covered by the snowstorm and the shadows tried to hide everything, Pikachu, with his natural ability to track through electromagnetic currents, began to follow the trail of his enemies.

With a burst of speed, Pikachu launched himself after them, leaving a trail of sparks in the air as he cut through the snow-covered mountains. With every step, the cold wind whipped at his body, but it didn't stop his advance. Tengen had prepared him for this moment, and he couldn't afford to fail. He knew he couldn't allow Sukuna's rebirth to be completed. The fall of the world depended on it.

"Follow the trail, Pikachu," he repeated over and over, like a mantra. "We can't let this happen."

As Pikachu got closer to Kenjaku's signs, the snow seemed to grow even heavier, as if the environment itself was resisting his advance. Shadows seemed to come to life once more, stretching and twisting to confuse his sense of the electric trail. But Pikachu didn't let up. He knew Kenjaku was manipulating the environment to slow him down, attempting to stop his advance.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of running through the storm, Pikachu arrived at an ancient shrine covered in snow and hidden deep within the mountains. The place radiated cursed energy, and a dark barrier enveloped the entrance. The air around the shrine was thick, almost unbreathable, and the silence was deathly. It was here that Kenjaku planned to complete Sukuna's revival.

"You think you can stop me?" Kenjaku's voice echoed from within the shrine, his tone full of mockery and confidence.

Pikachu, still enveloped in his lightning bolt, advanced towards the shrine. He knew he couldn't wait any longer. If Sukuna regained his full power, all would be lost. There was no time for complex strategies or long-term plans; he had to act now. With one last burst of energy, Pikachu unleashed a Cage Beam that shattered the cursed barrier into a thousand pieces, clearing his way inside.

Inside, Kenjaku and the young Zenin awaited him.

"This is the end for you, little one," Kenjaku said with a smile, as the possessed figure began to overflow with cursed energy. "Sukuna is about to return, and you can't stop him."

The young Zenin's body trembled as Sukuna's essence consumed him. His eyes grew darker, and his face began to distort, revealing the cursed tattoos that once decorated the King of Curses' face. It was as if Sukuna was awakening, taking complete control of the young man's body. Sukuna's malevolent laughter echoed from within the young man's body, a sound that chilled the blood.

But Pikachu didn't falter.

"I can't fail now," he thought. There was no turning back. With a cry that echoed throughout the shrine, Pikachu charged once more, this time channeling all of his power into a single attack. Electricity formed an intense aura around him, and the Cage Lightning expanded, covering the entire hall. Every spark, every bolt of lightning, was meant to neutralize the curse and stop Sukuna's rebirth.

Kenjaku, surprised by the intensity of the attack, attempted to manipulate the shadows to defend himself, but this time, Pikachu's energy was too strong. The shrine began to shake, and the shadows dissipated under the overwhelming power of the electric mouse.

The Cage Lightning struck directly at the young Zenin's body, engulfing him in an explosion of light. For an instant, Sukuna's scream echoed through the air, but was quickly silenced by the electricity.

When the light finally dissipated, the young Zenin fell to the ground, unconscious, but alive. Sukuna, for the moment, had been stopped.

Kenjaku, wounded and weakened, glared at Pikachu in rage, but knew he could not continue the battle.

"This isn't over," he growled before disappearing once more into the shadows, leaving the shrine in ruins.

Pikachu, exhausted but triumphant, approached the young Zenin. Sukuna had been restrained, but only temporarily. The real battle for the fate of the world was yet to come.

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