Mahoraga’s Blade, Sukuna’s Gaze

A shockwave of cursed energy erupted from the collapsed alleyway where he stood, the ground trembling beneath the weight of the summoning. The sky above darkened, as if the city itself held its breath. Then, emerging from a vortex of shadows, the towering form of Mahoraga materialized on the battlefield.

The Divine General loomed like a nightmare carved from obsidian, its hollow gaze piercing through the chaos. The wheel above its head spun with an ominous hum, and its jagged blade—the Sword of Extermination—glowed faintly with a golden hue—positive cursed energy, a devastating force against curses, shimmering along its edge.

The sheer presence of the behemoth warped the air, sending a shiver through the ruined streets of Shibuya.

Jogo, his molten body already cracked from Toji's relentless assault, froze mid-attack, his fiery barrage faltering as he sensed the shift. "What… what is this?!" he bellowed, his single eye narrowing in raw dread as he stepped back, flames flickering with unease. "Another human trick?!"

Mahito, still a charred heap struggling to regenerate after Toji's brutal beatdown, let out a choking laugh that quickly turned into a snarl of defiance.

"Not human… not cursed…" he hissed, his malformed limbs writhing as he forced his body to knit together faster, patches of flesh bubbling grotesquely. "Doesn't matter—I'll tear it apart!"

Toji Fushiguro, standing amidst the wreckage with Playful Cloud slung over his shoulder, let out a low grunt, his sharp green eyes flicking between Mahoraga and the curses.

"Tch, 'bout time," he muttered, a feral grin tugging at his lips as he cracked his neck. "Let's see if this gamble pays off."

He glanced back toward the alley where Yuji was supporting Megumi. "Oi, brats—stay sharp. Things are about to get messy."

Yuji Itadori, his arms steady around a half-conscious Megumi, nodded grimly, his jaw tight with tension as he watched Mahoraga take its first earth-shaking step forward. "Got it, Toji-san," he said, his voice low but resolute—no surprise in his tone, just the weight of a desperate plan unfolding as intended.

"Just hope this works…" He tightened his grip on Megumi, steadying his friend against the rubble. "You okay, man? That took a lot outta you."

Megumi's breathing was ragged, his face pale as blood dripped from a cut on his forehead. "I'll… manage," he rasped, his dark eyes locked on Mahoraga, guilt and determination warring in his gaze. "He said… it's our only shot… but it won't stop… not until everything's gone…"

Mahoraga didn't wait for their exchange to finish. With a speed that belied its massive size, it charged forward, its blade slashing through the air in a golden arc aimed at Jogo, the one with the largest cursed energy signature.

The fire curse reacted with surprising agility, dodging to the side as the blade carved a jagged fissure into the pavement where he'd stood moments before.

"Tch!" Jogo growled, molten rock surging around him as he retaliated with a torrent of flames, the heat warping the air. "You think I'll fall so easily?! Burn!"

The flames slammed into Mahoraga, but the Divine General didn't even flinch—the positive cursed energy along its blade flared brighter, absorbing the heat as it advanced relentlessly.

Mahito, seizing the distraction, warped his body into a grotesque, spider-like form, skittering across the rubble with unnatural speed to flank Mahoraga. "If fire won't work, I'll just reshape you!" he snarled, tentacles of flesh tipped with cursed energy lashing out toward Mahoraga's side.

The Divine General swung its blade again, the golden light trailing like a comet, but Mahito twisted his body at the last second, the strike grazing his warped form and shearing off a chunk of flesh that dissolved into cursed energy.

"Heh… not bad!" Mahito taunted, his voice trembling with manic glee despite the pain. "But I'm not that easy to kill!"

As the skirmish unfolded, a low, menacing laugh suddenly erupted from Yuji's cheek—a new pair of lips materializing beneath his left eye, blackened and jagged, curling into a smirk as Sukuna's voice emerged without warning.

"Well, well," Sukuna drawled, the lips moving independently while Yuji's own expression twisted into a mix of frustration and unease. "A Divine General in Shibuya… what a delightful mess you've made."

Yuji flinched, his free hand instinctively reaching to slap the extra lips on his cheek, but they vanished in a ripple of cursed energy, reappearing on the side of his neck with a mocking chuckle.

"Don't touch, brat," Sukuna's voice sneered, the lips stretching wider. "I'm just here to enjoy the show."

"Damn it, Sukuna!" Yuji snapped, his voice sharp as he kept his grip on Megumi, his eyes darting between the fight and the cursed lips on his neck.

"Shut up already! We're kinda busy here!"

Toji's grin twitched into something sharper, his grip on Playful Cloud tightening as he kept one eye on Mahoraga and the other on the new voice, his tone edged with irritation.

"Tch, great," he muttered, vaulting over a blast of fire from Jogo as Mahoraga's blade carved another crater into the street, the golden light searing the air. "King of Curses wants to weigh in now? You got somethin' to say, or you just here to laugh?"

Sukuna's new lips on Yuji's neck smirked wider, the voice dripping with dark amusement as he ignored Yuji's protests.

"This relic… it's a blunt tool, but effective," Sukuna mused, his tone sharp as Mahoraga grabbed one of Mahito's tentacles mid-strike, yanking the curse forward and slashing downward with its blade.

Mahito twisted again, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, but the golden light burned away half his warped form, leaving him screaming in agony.

"But you, human…" Sukuna continued, focusing on Toji. "No cursed energy, yet you orchestrated this chaos. Why?"

Yuji swatted at the lips again, his hand brushing his neck, but they vanished once more, reappearing on his forehead this time with a taunting snicker.

"Stop movin' around!" Yuji growled, his voice a mix of exasperation and anger as he steadied Megumi. "Toji-san, don't listen to him!"

Toji snorted, dodging a stray shard of molten rock as he kept his distance from Mahoraga's rampage.

"'Cause I don't play by your rules, Your Majesty," he shot back at Sukuna, his voice sharp and mocking. "Got a problem with that? Or you just jealous I'm stealin' your spotlight?"

Megumi, still leaning on Yuji, glared at the cursed lips on Yuji's forehead, his voice hoarse but defiant. "You don't… get to talk… like you're in charge…" he hissed, his grip tightening on Yuji's arm as he struggled to stay conscious.

Sukuna's lips curled into a sneer, the voice a low rumble as Mahoraga advanced on Jogo again, its blade unrelenting. "Oh, I'm not here to interfere… yet," he said, his tone laced with mockery as Jogo unleashed his strongest attack yet—Maximum: Meteor—a massive burning orb materializing above Shibuya, descending with earth-shaking force.

"I'm merely… observing," Sukuna continued, ignoring Jogo's roar of "Die!" as Mahoraga turned its hollow gaze upward. The Divine General swung its blade in a single, precise arc, the golden light slicing through the meteor like butter, bisecting it into two crumbling halves that exploded into ash before they could hit the ground.

"Pathetic," Sukuna muttered through the lips on Yuji's forehead, his tone dripping with disdain as Mahoraga finally cornered Jogo.

The fire curse unleashed one last desperate torrent of flames, but Mahoraga's blade cut through it effortlessly, slicing Jogo in two with a flash of golden light. His molten form erupted into ash, scattering into the wind like a dying ember. 

"Such wasted potential…"

Toji barked a rough laugh, dodging a stray shard of molten rock as he kept his distance from Mahoraga's rampage. "You'd know all about wasted potential, huh?" he taunted, his grin all teeth and trouble.

"Why don't you crawl back into your hole and let me handle this?"

Mahito, still reeling from the earlier strike, tried one last time to escape, warping his body into a smaller, faster form. "I'm not… done yet!" he screamed, but Mahoraga was relentless.

It swung its blade downward, the positive cursed energy burning through Mahito's soul in an instant, disintegrating him into nothing but a fading echo of malice.

With the curses dispatched, Sukuna's lips on Yuji's forehead let out one final chuckle before vanishing entirely, the blackened marks fading as the curse retreated into silence. 

Yuji shuddered, wiping at his forehead as if to erase the lingering presence. "Damn it… that guy's the worst…" he muttered, shaking his head as he steadied Megumi against the wall. "Toji-san, you good?!"

"Peachy," Toji growled, his sharp gaze locked on Mahoraga as the Divine General turned its hollow gaze toward them, its wheel spinning faster. "No time for chit-chat, brat. Your buddy's big pet doesn't look like it's in the mood to wait."

Yuji's jaw tightened, his fists clenching as he glanced at Megumi, then back at Mahoraga. "Now what, Toji-san? It's comin' for us next…" he said, his voice low but tense, his hands steady despite the tremor of adrenaline.

Megumi's breathing was shallow, his guilt-heavy gaze fixed on Mahoraga as it loomed closer. "I… don't know… how to stop it…" he admitted, his voice trembling with exhaustion and regret as he looked at Toji, "You said… it'd work…"

Toji cracked his knuckles, hefting Playful Cloud with a feral grin as he stepped forward, positioning himself between Mahoraga and the two boys. "It worked, didn't it?" he said, his tone gruff but steady.

"Curses are toast. Now comes the hard part."

Yuji's fists clenched tighter, his voice cracking with urgency as he steadied Megumi against the wall. "Toji-san, you can't take that thing alone! We gotta figure somethin' out!" He turned to Megumi, desperation in his tone. "There's a way to shut this down, right? Tell me there's a way!"

Megumi shook his head weakly, his expression grim. "No Zenin… has ever survived it…" he rasped, his voice barely audible over the sound of Mahoraga's roar of victory.

 Toji glanced back at Yuji and Megumi, his sharp eyes narrowing. "Stay back, brats. This thing's mine."