Kenjussy Escapes

The subway beneath Shibuya was a fractured hellscape, its walls buckling under Mahoraga's relentless fury. Kenjussy stood battered before the Divine General, his kimono shredded, his cursed spirits little more than ash scattered by the golden blade of the Sword of Extermination.

The Prison Realm pulsed faintly behind him, symbolising that it was about to process Satoru Gojo.

Toji Fushiguro's absence hung heavy, a void that gnawed at "Geto's" fraying nerves.

"Geto" dodged a slashing arc, the golden blade carving a jagged scar into the tunnel floor with a thunderous crack, dust raining around him.

"Tch," he hissed, his voice a raw snarl as he summoned a hulking curse—a grotesque tangle of limbs and malice—to meet Mahoraga's next strike.

"This… damned thing…" The curse lunged, only to be cleaved in two by the blade in a spray of black ichor, its remains dissolving as Mahoraga advanced, its wheel spinning faster, its hollow gaze unrelenting.

Blood seeped from a gash on "Geto's" stitched forehead, his breath ragged as he threw up a barrier of cursed energy—a thin, flickering shield. The blade smashed through it, the impact hurling him back into the wall with a grunt, his shoulder crunching against stone.

"Enough…" he muttered, his sharp mind racing as he glanced at the Prison Realm, then at Mahoraga's looming form..

"This… isn't worth dying for…" His sly facade cracked, cold pragmatism taking over—he'd reclaim Gojo later. Survival was the priority.

With a burst of cursed energy, Kenjussy fled, his body blurring as he sprinted toward the tunnel's exit, abandoning the Prison Realm to Mahoraga's wrath.

The Divine General roared—a guttural, bone-rattling sound—and pursued, its massive strides shattering the floor as it chased him upward, toward Shibuya's surface.

Meanwhile, Toji Fushiguro had slipped into the shadows, tracking a lead from Jogo's earlier boasts—a hidden stash in a ruined storefront near Shibuya's edge.

The air reeked of charred flesh and cursed rot as he kicked through debris, his sharp green eyes glinting with predatory focus. "C'mon, volcano head, where's your loot…" he growled, his voice low as he overturned a scorched crate, revealing a sealed box throbbing with dark energy.

He pried it open with Playful Cloud, unveiling ten of Sukuna's fingers—gnarled, blackened relics pulsing with malice. "Well, damn," Toji said, his grin widening as he scooped them up, tucking them into a pouch at his belt.

"Jackpot—eleven's my lucky number anyway…" But he wasn't finished—another flicker of cursed energy tugged at his senses, a scent of desperation he couldn't ignore.

Nanako and Mimiko huddled in a nearby alley, their faces pale with exhaustion and resolve, clutching one of Sukuna's fingers between them.

"We… we have to get this to Yuji, and awaken Sukuna," Nanako whispered, her voice trembling as she gripped her phone, her eyes darting around.

"Sukuna'll kill that bastard in Geto-sama's body…for the location of the other finger" Mimiko nodded, her knuckles white around the finger. "It's… the only way to save him…"

Their plan cut short as a shadow fell—Toji, his grin sharp and menacing as he loomed into view.

"Nice idea, girls," he said, his tone dripping with mock pity as he cracked his knuckles. "But I'm borrowin' that—Sukuna's got better uses with me."

Nanako fumbled for a cursed tool, her hand shaking, but Toji was a blur—his Heavenly Restriction speed closing the gap as he slammed Playful Cloud's haft into her temple with a muted thud.

She dropped, out cold, her phone clattering to the ground. Mimiko gasped, swinging a weak pulse of cursed energy, but Toji twisted aside, his fist cracking into her jaw with a swift, precise blow. She crumpled beside her sister, the finger slipping from her grasp.

Toji snatched it up, adding it to his pouch—eleven fingers now his.

"Sleep tight," he muttered, his grin sharp as he melted back into the ruins, his mind buzzing with the chaos he could unleash.

Above ground, Shibuya's streets erupted into fresh panic as "Geto" burst from the subway entrance, his kimono flapping as he darted through the wreckage.

Mahoraga exploded out behind him, its towering form shattering the exit, concrete flying as it roared into the open air. Scattered sorcerers—Grade 2s and 3s, their faces etched with dread—froze as the Divine General emerged, its wheel spinning, its golden blade raised.

"What… what the hell is that?!" one choked, his blade trembling as he backed away. Another clenched his jaw, stepping forward despite the fear. "We… we've got no choice—fight it!"

"Geto" didn't linger, his cursed energy flaring as he vanished into the shadows of a collapsed building, his form fading from sight—fleeing to regroup, leaving Mahoraga to wreak havoc.

The Divine General turned its hollow gaze toward the sorcerers, its blade slashing downward with a howl of power, cleaving a car in two and scattering the group in a chorus of screams. Some raised shaky barriers, others swung desperate blades—none stood a chance.

But then a voice sliced through the mayhem—sharp, reckless, and unmistakably Toji's.

"Oi, big guy!" he shouted, stepping from the ruins with Playful Cloud in hand, his grin feral as he planted himself in Mahoraga's path.

"Miss me? Let's pick up where we left off!" The sorcerers gaped, their terror shifting to bewilderment as Toji faced the beast, his stance loose but his eyes blazing with intent.

Mahoraga's wheel spun faster, its blade arcing downward in a golden slash aimed to split Toji in half. The air shrieked with its descent—but Toji moved, his speed a flicker as he pulled the Prison Realm from his belt, his grin sharpening.

"Try this on for size!" he barked, thrusting the artifact forward, pointing it directly at the incoming blade.