Knock Knock: Divine General Here!

The ruins of Shibuya trembled under the weight of Mahoraga's presence. The Divine General's wheel spun faster as its hollow gaze locked onto Toji Fushiguro. 

The golden light of its blade—the Sword of Extermination—gleamed ominously, still fresh with the essence of Jogo and Mahito's annihilation. 

Toji stood amidst the wreckage, holding Playful Cloud tightly in his scarred hands. A feral grin split his face as a reckless idea took root in his mind—one that would turn this chaotic night into something even messier.

He glanced back toward the alley where Yuji was supporting Megumi, his sharp green eyes gleaming with cunning. "Keep the kid safe, brat!" he called out, his tone gruff but edged with amusement as he cracked his neck. 

"I got a date with a certain stitch-faced bastard—and this big bastard's comin' along for the ride!"

Yuji's brow furrowed, confusion mixing with his urgency as he steadied Megumi against the rubble.

 "A date? What're you talkin' about, Toji-san?!" he shouted, his voice rising as Mahoraga's blade came down like a golden guillotine, forcing Toji to leap aside at the last second.

The strike shattered the pavement into a jagged crater, sending chunks of asphalt flying like shrapnel.

Megumi's eyes narrowed, and his analytical mind was piecing things together despite his fading strength. "He's… leading it somewhere…" he muttered, his voice hoarse as he clutched Yuji's arm for support. What're you planning…?"

Toji didn't answer, his body already a blur of motion as he dodged another earth-shaking swing, the golden light searing the air where he'd stood moments before.

 His mind was set on a single destination—the subway station beneath Shibuya, where he knew 'Geto' was holed up, guarding the Prison Realm during its critical processing phase.

Oh, he knew damn well it wasn't Suguru Geto in there—just some stitched-up freak named Kenjaku wearing the poor bastard's skin like a cheap costume. But calling him Geto? That was just too much fun to pass up, especially when it'd rile him up.

"Keep comin', you overgrown shadow puppet," Toji muttered under his breath, vaulting over a pile of debris as Mahoraga's blade slashed through it like paper, the golden light searing the air. "Got a surprise for ya—and for ol' stitch-face, too."

Toji was going to drag Mahoraga straight into that bastard's lap, it'd throw a wrench into his plans—and maybe give him a shot at taking down two birds with one stone. 

Sure, Mahoraga might tear through him next, but that was a problem for later. Right now, chaos was his best weapon.

The subway entrance loomed ahead, its shattered gates a gaping maw into the darkness below. Toji didn't hesitate, diving down the stairs with Mahoraga in hot pursuit, its massive form barely fitting through the entrance—but fit it did, tearing through concrete and steel as it chased him with single-minded fury.

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Deep below Shibuya, 'Geto' stood beside the Prison Realm, its eerie, pulsating surface suspended in the air like a living thing—a gate to trap the untrappable. 

His stitched forehead creased ever so slightly as he sensed a disturbance above, his sharp mind calculating even as he maintained his vigil. The Gojo Satoru's sealing was nearing its climax, and nothing could be allowed to interfere—not curses, not sorcerers, not even the chaos of Shibuya's collapse.

But then the ground above him shook, a deep, resonant tremor that sent dust cascading from the ceiling. 'Geto's' sly smile faltered, his head tilting as he sensed the unmistakable presence of something… ancient. Powerful. Unstoppable.

"What… is this?" he murmured, his voice smooth but laced with a rare edge of unease as he turned toward the entrance just in time to see Toji Fushiguro barreling down the subway tunnel, a manic grin on his face—and Mahoraga, the Divine General of the Ten Shadows, hot on his heels.

Toji skidded to a stop just shy of 'Geto,' Playful Cloud spinning in his grip as he straightened up, his grin all teeth and trouble. "Yo, Geto!" he called out, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he cracked his knuckles—a name he used deliberately, knowing full well the truth behind the face but playing the game anyway.

 "Long time no see! Got a present for ya. Hope you like playin' with big toys!"

'Geto's' eyes widened, his composure slipping for a fraction of a second as he took in the sight of Toji—alive, impossibly alive, and standing before him with that same cocky grin he'd worn years ago.

"Toji… Fushiguro?" he said softly, his voice a mix of shock and wariness as he steadied himself, his gaze flicking between the man and the towering behemoth behind him. "You're supposed to be dead… how…?"

Toji barked a rough laugh, spinning Playful Cloud lazily as he shifted his stance, ready to bolt if needed. "Yeah, heard that a lot lately," he shot back, his sharp green eyes gleaming with defiance.

"Guess Hell didn't want me—or maybe I'm just too stubborn to stay down. Either way, I'm here now, ain't I?"

He jerked his thumb back at Mahoraga, whose wheel spun faster, its hollow gaze locking onto 'Geto' as its next target, cause once again, it locked to the person with the highest cursed energy nearby, and with Toji not being distracting him, unlike before like did with Megumi and Yuji nearby.

 "And this here's Mahoraga. Figured you'd wanna meet him—seein' as you're so fond of messin' with things you shouldn't."

'Geto' regained his composure quickly, though the faintest flicker of irritation crossed his face as he assessed the situation, his mind racing to recalculate his plans. "Mahoraga…" he said, recognition dawning as his sly smile returned, tighter now, edged with annoyance.

 "A bold move, Fushiguro. Reckless—dangerously so. You think unleashing this relic against me will disrupt what I've set in motion?"

Toji's grin didn't waver, his voice sharp with mockery.

"Disrupt? Nah," he said, his tone deceptively casual as he cracked his neck.

"I'm thinkin' more like 'wreck.' This thing doesn't play favorites—it'll carve through you the same as it did those curses. So what's it gonna be, huh? Fight or run? 'Cause I got a feelin' your little seal for Gojo ain't gonna mean much if you're a pile of ash."

Kenjaku's fingers twitched at his sides, cursed energy coiling around him like a serpent as he regarded Mahoraga with a newfound wariness, his gaze flicking briefly to the Prison Realm behind him. 

"You underestimate me," he said smoothly, his voice calm but laced with a dangerous edge as he steadied himself. "But I'll humor you… for now. Let's see if this Divine General is as unstoppable as the legends claim."

Mahoraga didn't give him time to strategize further. With a speed that belied its massive size, it charged forward, its blade slashing through the air in a golden arc aimed straight at 'Geto.' The sorcerer reacted instantly, his body a blur as he dodged to the side, the strike carving a deep gash into the subway wall, sending shards of concrete flying like shrapnel.

"Tch," Kenjaku muttered, his sly composure slipping for a fraction of a second as he raised a hand, summoning a wave of cursed spirits to intercept Mahoraga's next attack—a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and malice, their forms writhing as they surged forward.

"You'll regret this, Fushiguro," he said, his voice low but venomous as he glanced at Toji, who was already retreating into the shadows of the tunnel. "Dragging this beast here… it changes nothing."

The spirits slammed into Mahoraga, their claws and tendrils lashing out in a frenzied assault—but the Divine General's blade cut through them like paper, the golden light burning away their essence in an instant. 

Mahoraga advanced relentlessly, its wheel spinning faster, its hollow gaze fixed on "Geto" as it swung its blade again, the golden arc tearing through the air with a howl of power.

Kenjaku countered with a burst of cursed energy, a barrier of writhing curses forming in front of him to deflect the strike—but the golden light pierced through, shattering the barrier and forcing him to leap back, his kimono singed from the sheer force of the attack.

"Tch," he hissed again, his irritation growing as he summoned more cursed spirits to buy time, his sharp mind racing for a solution.

Toji watched the clash from the shadows of the tunnel, his grin sharp with anticipation as he leaned against the wall, catching his breath.

"That's my cue," he muttered, his sharp green eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he glanced back at the chaos he'd unleashed.

"Let's see how long you last, Kenjussy. Ain't no way you're sealin' Gojo with this thing tearin' down your plans."

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Above ground, Yuji and Megumi trailed behind as best they could, Yuji half-carrying his friend through the ruins of Shibuya.

"Where's he takin' that thing?!" Yuji demanded, his voice a mix of worry and frustration as he glanced back at the trail of destruction Toji had left in his wake.

Megumi's eyes narrowed, his analytical mind piecing things together despite his exhaustion. "The subway…" he rasped, his voice trembling but firm as he clutched Yuji's arm for support. "He's… leading it to the Prison Realm… he's trying to disrupt… whatever's down there…"

Yuji understood the plan as he nodded and said, "Well, let's just trust Toji-san. Even though each move of his seemed reckless, everything worked out exactly as needed."

Megumi did not utter a word at this, just simply nodded as they both moved to get treated by Shoko.

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