Extra I: The Electric King

Dawn brought with it an air of hope after the hard battle, but the peace was short-lived. Pikachu, exhausted and wounded, could barely stand after defeating Sukuna and freeing the body of young Gojo. The echoes of the battle still resonated in the air, and the ground was covered in the remains of cursed energy. Victory seemed momentary, a respite before the storm.

However, Pikachu was not alone. Kenjaku, always calculating, never left anything to chance. From the shadows, he observed Pikachu's exhaustion and knew that it was the perfect time to act. A malicious smile spread across his face as his hands moved slowly, forming seals that activated a new technique.

—"Pikachu, you have proven to be more resilient than I expected," —Kenjaku muttered to himself, hidden among the ruins of the battlefield. —"But your resistance has come to an end."

Suddenly, a wave of cursed energy enveloped Pikachu. He felt an overwhelming pressure in the air, as if the environment itself had become hostile. Pikachu looked up just in time to see enormous shadows rising up around him. Colossal curses rose from the ground, their size and strength incomparable to anything he had faced before. These giant monsters were controlled by Kenjaku through his shadow manipulation ability, and their only goal was to capture Pikachu.

—"No!" —Pikachu launched a Thunderbolt at one of the curses, but the attack barely made a dent in its gigantic figure. The shadows moved quickly, surrounding it, blocking any chance of escape.

Kenjaku then appeared in front of him, floating in the air with a triumphant expression. —"Did you really think you could stop me? This has been part of my plan all along."

With a wave of his hand, the gigantic curses came crashing down on Pikachu. Despite his speed and power, Pikachu couldn't keep up. Every time he tried to evade the beasts, another appeared to block his path. The colossal monsters, deformed and grotesque, completely surrounded him. With a final movement, one of the curses caught him in its gigantic hands, lifting him off the ground and holding him with unrelenting force.

Trapped, Pikachu struggled desperately to free himself, launching electric attacks everywhere. But nothing seemed to work. He was completely at Kenjaku's mercy.

"It's useless," Kenjaku said, slowly approaching. "I've pushed you to the limits of your strength. Now there's only one thing left to do."

With a dark gesture, Kenjaku pulled out from between his clothes a small fragment: the last remnant of Sukuna that Pikachu had managed to defeat moments before. The cursed energy emanating from that fragment was so powerful that it warped the air around it, and a macabre laugh seemed to echo through the air, as if Sukuna still reveled in his evil plan.

"You have defeated Sukuna, yes, but you cannot destroy his essence. This fragment contains the most powerful curse of all," Kenjaku said, his eyes shining with malice. "And now, you will be the final vessel."

Pikachu tried to move, but the curses kept him immobile. Kenjaku moved closer, holding the fragment in front of him. Pikachu could feel the dark energy from the rest of Sukuna trying to invade his mind, his body, his entire being. He fought with all his might to resist, but Kenjaku's trap was perfect. There was no escape.

"It's time, Pikachu. Eat the last of Sukuna's fragments and become the new Curse King," Kenjaku said, as one of the giant curses forced Pikachu's mouth open, pushing the fragment inside.

Pikachu felt the cursed energy from the fragment flood his body. It was an indescribable sensation: a burning pain that consumed him from within, as if his soul was being torn apart and replaced by something dark, ancient, and filled with hate. His thoughts began to fade, as Sukuna's laughter echoed in his mind.

"Finally… a new vessel," Sukuna's voice echoed in Pikachu's mind, writhing in satisfaction. "You can't resist, little one. I will be the one to control this body."

Pikachu desperately fought against Sukuna's influence internally. Every second was a battle to maintain control of his own body, but the curse was too powerful. Sukuna had been the King of Curses for a reason, and now, with his essence inside Pikachu, he was attempting to take complete control. From outside, Kenjaku watched the transformation with a satisfied smile. The shadows around Pikachu shook violently, as his small body began to emit a cursed energy of an intensity never seen before. Sukuna's dark markings began to appear on Pikachu's face, while his eyes glowed a bright red, a sign that the possession was almost complete.

—"Yes, that's how it should be," Kenjaku said, enjoying the show. "With Sukuna's power in you, no one will be able to stop me. Not even Tengen."

But, deep inside his mind, Pikachu was already giving up. Despite the pain, the weight of the curse, he continued to cry, his own will falling into the abyss. By allowing Sukuna to take control, he would not only fail his friends, the wizards, Tengen. No matter how powerful the curse was, Pikachu knew he had to find a way to resist.

Amidst the internal chaos, a spark of hope was extinguished. Pikachu remembered the moments that had led him here: the battles he had won, the friends he had saved. He remembered the promise he had made to Tengen. That spark of light was extinguished by breaking his mind with Sukuna's possession in an instant, being consumed by the energy of the king of curses.

Pikachu's body, now under Sukuna's control, began to emanate a cursed energy so dense that the ground around it cracked and shadows twisted as if fleeing from the released power. Sukuna had taken complete possession. Black markings covered Pikachu's body, and his eyes glowed a deep, malevolent red, symbols of the King of Curses' absolute dominance. The transformation was complete.

Kenjaku, watching in delight, couldn't help but smile in satisfaction as he saw the evolution of his plan. With Sukuna in a body as powerful and agile as Pikachu's, he felt invincible. The balance of the wizard world was about to be shattered.

"Welcome back, Sukuna," Kenjaku said reverently as he floated above the ruins of the battlefield. "With your power, we can finally destroy Tengen and usher in a new era of curses."

Sukuna, in Pikachu's body, let out a deep, dark laugh. The voice that emerged was a mix of Pikachu's and Sukuna's, twisted by evil. This new body was small, but incredibly powerful. Electric sparks intertwined with the cursed energy, creating a terrifying aura that made the air tremble.

"This body… is stronger than it looks," Sukuna said, flexing his new legs as he felt the energy flow through. He was faster than any previous vessel, and the ability to control electricity made him even more dangerous.

Kenjaku stepped forward, eager to move on to the next step of his plan.

"We've already spent too much time here. It won't take long for Tengen to realize what's happened. We must strike before they can prepare," Kenjaku said, giving Sukuna a warning look.

Pikachu's body, under Sukuna's control, radiated a dark, devastating energy. The black marks covering his skin seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart, and the ground around him continued to crack, unable to withstand the pressure of the cursed, electric power emanating from his small body.

— "Pi…ka…chu," —Sukuna's voice dragged out the syllables in a sort of malevolent mockery of the Pokémon's signature cry. But this was not the tender Pikachu that once fought for the future and its redemption. Now, its will had been completely suppressed, its body turned into a mere vehicle for the King of Curses. Sukuna, with that mix of arrogance and contempt, let out a light growl in the Pokémon language, a tongue he had easily manipulated to show his absolute dominance over his new host.

— "Pika pika… chuuuu…" —he said, with a low, mocking tone, which rumbled like distant thunder. The sarcasm in his tone was palpable. As if the very language of the creatures that inhabited this world was something inferior, something he now controlled and molded to his will.

Kenjaku watched in satisfaction from above, his smile widening as he felt the power unleashed. Sukuna, now with more cursed energy than ever, had the potential to be the ultimate weapon. Although Pikachu's body seemed small and insignificant, its ability to store and release large amounts of electricity combined with Sukuna's nearly limitless cursed energy made it completely lethal.

— "Pika... Pi..." —Sukuna let out another sound, but this time his tone changed drastically. With a quick movement, he released a burst of cursed electric sparks that intertwined in the air, creating a web of energy that fulminated the space in front of him. The sparks danced in the air, black and red, like snakes of lethal energy that tore apart everything in their path. The simple act of moving a paw sent out bursts of pure electricity, fueled by his cursed power.

Kenjaku, seeing this display of power, clapped his hands slowly.

— "It's magnificent. I never would have imagined that this little anomalous being had such potential. With your strength, there is no sorcerer or curse that can stop us. Soon, everything will fall under our control."

Sukuna, still in his twisted game with the Pokémon language, responded with a laugh that echoed like cursed thunder.

— "Pi...kachu... CHUUUU!"

A bolt of pure cursed electricity erupted from Sukuna's body, shooting into the skies and tearing through the atmosphere. The mist that covered the battlefield dissipated in an instant, burned away by the discharge. Sukuna had reached a new level of power, and both he and Kenjaku knew it.

— "We're leaving," Sukuna said, without the slightest hesitation, his voice still echoing with that mockery in the Pokémon language. "To destroy Tengen, and then, everything else. This world will be mine."

Kenjaku nodded, his eyes shining with a mix of ambition and madness. They both knew that the time of curses was coming. With Sukuna leading the way, in Pikachu's body, nothing in the world could stand in their way.

Together, they headed off towards their next target, leaving only a landscape of ruins and darkness in their wake. The world of wizards would never be the same again.

Note: I'm actually only going to write this until I hit fifty chapters. I really hate that I didn't end the total number of chapters with a zero.

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