Sovereign Vs General

The impact of Mahoraga's first strike shook the abandoned city. Windows shattered for blocks around as buildings trembled.

Concrete cracked beneath Indra's feet as he caught the Divine General's massive fist with his bare hand. The collision echoed across the empty landscape.

Without sight, hearing, taste, or smell, Indra relied solely on his ability to sense cursed energy, feeling Mahoraga's power like violent waves against a cliff.

The shikigami stood before him - humanoid with a muscular build, its defining feature being the large wheel attached to its head, marked with glowing symbols.

From a safe distance outside the city, Kisara monitored the battle through specialized cameras.

Her face tightened with focus as she watched multiple screens showing different angles of the fight.

Nue hovered beneath her, its large form providing both protection and a better vantage point, shifting nervously as if sensing the power being unleashed miles away.

"The Divine General has fully manifested," Kisara spoke, her voice reaching Indra through their binding vow connection.

"Its wheel is already analyzing your cursed energy signature. The rotation pattern is unlike anything in the records."

Indra nodded, understanding the implications. Mahoraga's power came from its adaptability - each wheel rotation granted immunity to whatever had harmed it previously.

This shikigami had never been tamed in the entire history of the Zenin clan.

He launched a counterattack, his fist connecting with Mahoraga's chest. The air compressed around the impact point.

The shikigami flew backward through a factory wall, turning concrete and steel to dust.

"It's recovering already," Kisara warned, tension evident in her voice. "The wheel is spinning faster than the records indicated possible. Indra, be careful!"

This was expected. Mahoraga was designed to be unbeatable - its adaptability made conventional strategies useless. The longer the fight continued, the fewer options remained.

'I need to end this quickly. No holding back. My most devestating abilities from the very beginning.' Indra thought to himself as he escalated.

His crimson aura emerged, the Gentle Death technique extending from his hands in destructive tendrils that warped reality as they moved.

The crimson energy struck Mahoraga with precision, causing parts of its body to burst from within, leaving unlike all other times not even a drop of blood on the battlefield.

'That should have done it. Mahoraga in the original healed itself from a drop of blood, but I've reduced it to atoms now - the ritual is done.' 

"Kisara! It's done!" Indra stated.

Yet Kisara's face was pale as she watched the area where Mahoraga stood before brighten until a pillar of light rose, and the General appeared once more, towering over the battlefield.

"No, its still untamed..." Kisara muttered in horror.

"What-" Indra questioned in shock, but was interrupted as Mahoraga appeared before him and struck him in the face, sending him flying across the battlefield - the Reaper's cloaks destructive effects negated.

The impact sent Indra crashing through three abandoned buildings before he managed to stabilize himself, digging his fingers into concrete to halt his momentum.

Blood trickled from his mouth, a sensation he could feel despite his lack of taste.

"Impossible," he muttered, genuine surprise evident in his voice. "The Gentle Death should have disintegrated it completely."

From his observation point, Satoru's eyes widened behind his blindfold. "That's not normal adaptation," he called out, his usual playfulness entirely absent.

"The wheel isn't just making it immune to your technique - it's actively countering the fundamental principles behind it.

That shouldn't be possible though... That should require far more time and adaptation against it."

Kisara's hands trembled as she adjusted the camera angles, trying to get a better view of what had just happened. "Indra, its wheel is emitting a different pattern of cursed energy now. It's not just adapting to it, but evolving in ways beyond your technique."

Mahoraga stood motionless in the center of the destruction, its wheel spinning at a speed that created a visible blur of light.

The patterns within the wheel shifted constantly, reorganizing themselves into increasingly complex configurations.

"It's coming again," Kisara warned, her voice tight with tension. "And it's moving faster than before!"

Indra barely had time to raise his guard before Mahoraga was upon him again, its movements now so swift that even his enhanced senses struggled to track them.

The Divine General's attacks came from multiple angles simultaneously, each strike precisely calculated to bypass his defenses.

A powerful blow connected with Indra's ribs, the sound of cracking bone audible even to Kisara through the monitoring equipment.

Another strike caught his shoulder, dislocating it with surgical precision.

"This isn't right," Satoru muttered, his floating posture tensing as he watched Indra take damage that would have killed an ordinary sorcerer instantly.

"It's targeting vital points with perfect accuracy. That's not adaptation to his fighting style, but that's strategic combat."

Indra managed to create distance between himself and Mahoraga, his breathing labored as he assessed his injuries.

His right arm hung uselessly at his side, and each breath sent spikes of pain through his damaged ribs.

"Its fighting style," he spoke through the connection to Kisara, "it's becoming more refined with each exchange. Not just stronger, but smarter."

"I'm seeing it," Kisara confirmed, her voice tight with worry. "The wheel is processing information at an unprecedented rate.

It's not just learning your techniques - it's developing counters before you even use them."

Indra's crimson aura flared again, but this time he took a different approach.

Instead of directing it outward in attacking tendrils, he concentrated it into a dense sphere between his palms.

The energy compressed further and further, becoming so concentrated that it bent light around it, creating a visual distortion in the air.

"What is he doing?" Satoru wondered aloud, his Six Eyes analyzing the technique with intense curiosity.

"Something I've never seen before," Kisara replied, her eyes fixed on the monitors. "He's compressing his cursed energy to a density that shouldn't be possible."

With a fluid motion, Indra hurled the compressed sphere at Mahoraga. The Divine General raised its arms in defense, its wheel spinning rapidly as it prepared to adapt to this new attack.

But when the sphere made contact, it didn't explode or burst as expected.

Instead, it seemed to collapse in on itself, creating a momentary vacuum that pulled everything within a ten-meter radius toward its center - including parts of Mahoraga's body.

The Divine General's form distorted as sections of its arms and torso were pulled into the collapsing sphere, the vacuum effect tearing away chunks of its being before the technique finally dissipated.

"Spatial compression," Satoru observed, genuine respect in his voice. "He's not just destroying matter - he's altering the fundamental properties of space itself."

For a moment, it seemed the attack had succeeded. Mahoraga stood partially dismembered, large sections of its body simply gone, pulled into the spatial anomaly Indra had created.

Then the wheel began to spin again, faster than ever, and the impossible happened.

The empty spaces where Mahoraga's body had been began to fill with new matter, cursed energy condensing into physical form with frightening speed.

"It's regenerating," Kisara reported, disbelief evident in her voice. "But that's not normal regeneration. It's not regrowing the missing parts - it's creating entirely new ones from pure cursed energy."

Within seconds, Mahoraga stood whole again, its form now slightly different than before. The new sections of its body glowed with an inner light, as if the cursed energy hadn't fully solidified into matter.

"Indra," Kisara's voice was tight with urgency, "something's changing. The wheel's pattern - it's not just adapting to your techniques anymore. It's... it's creating its own."

As if confirming her words, Mahoraga raised one hand, and a sphere of energy began to form that looked disturbingly similar to the one Indra had just used.

The Divine General had not only adapted to his attack but had replicated it.

"MOVE!" Satoru shouted, unable to contain himself as he saw what was coming.

Indra leapt aside just as Mahoraga launched its own version of the spatial compression technique.

The sphere missed him by inches, instead collapsing against an abandoned building, which imploded with terrifying efficiency, reduced to nothing but dust in an instant.

"This is absurd," Kisara whispered, "It's not just copying techniques - it's improving on them."

Satoru could remain a passive observer no longer. His cursed energy flared as he prepared to descend to the battlefield. "This has gone beyond a taming ritual," he declared, the Limitless technique manifesting around him.

"That thing is becoming something else entirely."

"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" Indra's voice carried such authority that even Satoru hesitated. "This is MY battle! If you interfere, the ritual fails, and everything we've worked for is lost!"

"You're going to die if this continues!" Satoru shot back, genuine concern breaking through his usual flippant attitude. "That thing isn't just testing you anymore - it's actively trying to kill you!"

"Then I'll just have to kill it first," Indra replied - reading Satoru's words from his cursed energy - his voice carrying a cold determination that sent chills through everyone listening.

His crimson aura expanded dramatically, enveloping the entire area around him in a blood-red glow.

The ground beneath his feet began to crack and splinter as the sheer pressure of his cursed energy pushed outward in all directions.

"What is he doing?" Kisara whispered, the monitors before her flickering as they struggled to process the massive energy readings.

"Something dangerous," Satoru replied, his Six Eyes narrowed in concentration. "He's channeling more cursed energy than I've ever seen him use before."

The air around Indra began to distort, reality itself seeming to bend under the pressure of his technique. His crimson aura pulsed once, twice, then exploded outward in a perfect sphere of destruction that expanded at frightening speed.

Everything the sphere touched simply ceased to exist - not destroyed, not damaged, but erased from reality itself.

Buildings, debris, even the very air within its radius vanished, leaving behind a perfect hemispherical void in the center of the abandoned city.

At the edge of this void stood Mahoraga, its wheel spinning frantically as it attempted to adapt to a technique that altered reality itself.

Parts of its body had been caught in the sphere's expansion, those sections simply gone as if they had never existed.

For a moment, it seemed Indra had succeeded. The Divine General stood partially erased, its wheel spinning but unable to regenerate what had been removed from existence.

Then something happened that defied all understanding. The wheel's spinning accelerated beyond perception, becoming a solid disc of light.

The patterns within it rearranged themselves into a configuration so complex that even Satoru's Six Eyes struggled to comprehend it.

And then, impossibly, the erased portions of Mahoraga's body began to reappear - not regenerated, not recreated, but restored as if they had never been removed in the first place.

"That's not possible," Satoru breathed, genuine shock in his voice. "He didn't just adapt to the technique - he reversed its effects completely in a way defying the primary adaptation form."

Mahoraga stood whole once more, its form now radiating a power that made the air around it waver.

The wheel on its head had stopped spinning, instead pulsing with a steady rhythm that bent reality with each beat.

And then, it spoke.

"Prove your worth, Sovereign of Heaven and Earth," Mahoraga intoned, its voice deep and resonant, carrying across the devastated landscape with unnatural clarity.

"It spoke," Kisara whispered, staring at the monitors in disbelief. "Indra, Mahoraga is speaking to you. By your title."

Indra stood motionless, processing this unprecedented development.

Despite his injuries - the dislocated shoulder, the broken ribs, the numerous lacerations covering his body - his presence remained undiminished.

"What is it doing now?" he asked, his voice steady despite the pain evident in his posture.

Kisara's eyes widened as she watched the monitors. "It's... it's creating a binding vow," she reported, her voice tight with tension.

"The cursed energy patterns - they're forming a contract of some kind. I've never seen anything like this from a shikigami."

From his vantage point, Satoru's expression grew deadly serious. "It's breaking the Laws of Heaven," he stated with absolute certainty, though he couldn't explain how he knew this. "The Divine General is meant to test, not to actively subvert the ritual itself."

The knowledge came to him unbidden, as if whispered directly into his mind. He didn't question how he knew - the information simply existed in his consciousness, clear and undeniable.

"The binding vow," Kisara continued, her voice growing more urgent, "it's sacrificing its adaptation rate for... something else. Something I can't quite identify."

"Direct offensive capability," Satoru supplied, his Six Eyes tracking the flow of energy. "It's trading versatility for raw destructive power specifically targeted at Indra."

The implications were clear - Mahoraga wasn't just testing Indra anymore. It was actively trying to kill him, using jujutsu principles against their very purpose.

"I'm coming down there," Satoru decided, his cursed energy flaring around him.

"NO!" Indra's voice carried such authority that even Satoru paused. "This is the test! This is exactly what must happen! Stay where you are, Observer!"

The use of his formal title rather than his name gave Satoru pause. This wasn't just about pride or stubbornness - Indra genuinely believed this confrontation was necessary.

Before Satoru could respond, Mahoraga attacked. Its movements had changed completely, becoming fluid and precise where before they had been powerful but straightforward.

It moved like a master swordsman, each strike calculated to inflict maximum damage with minimum effort.

Indra defended as best he could, but without his sight or hearing, he was at a severe disadvantage against an opponent that was actively evolving its fighting style.

Blow after blow connected, each one targeting a specific vulnerability with surgical precision.

"Left arm coming in high!" Kisara called out, her voice tight with tension. "Right leg sweep simultaneously! He's using a pincer movement!"

Despite her warnings, Indra couldn't evade every attack. A powerful strike caught him in the chest, sending him flying backward into the remains of a concrete wall.

The impact was so violent that the entire structure collapsed around him, burying him momentarily under tons of debris.

"Indra!" Kisara cried out, genuine fear in her voice.

For several heartbeats, nothing moved in the rubble. Then, slowly, the concrete began to shift as Indra pushed himself free.

His body was covered in wounds, blood flowing freely from multiple lacerations. His right arm hung uselessly at his side, and his breathing came in ragged gasps.

But his presence remained undiminished. If anything, it seemed to grow stronger with each injury he sustained, his cursed energy becoming more focused, more refined.

"It's adapting to beyond just fighting styles," Kisara warned, forcing herself to focus on the tactical situation despite her concern. "Not just your techniques, but your movements, your patterns."

"Then I'll have to be unpredictable," Indra replied, his voice steady despite his injuries.

His crimson aura flared again, but this time it took on a different quality - thinner, more diffuse, spreading throughout the battlefield rather than concentrating around him.

The energy seemed to seep into the very fabric of reality, altering the properties of space itself.

"What is he doing?" Satoru wondered aloud, his Six Eyes tracking the unusual flow of cursed energy.

"Creating a domain," Kisara realized, watching as the crimson energy established boundaries around the battlefield. "But not a conventional one. He's not creating a separate space - he's altering the properties of this one."

Within the affected area, the laws of physics began to change subtly. Gravity fluctuated, time flowed unevenly, and spatial relationships became fluid rather than fixed.

It wasn't a true Domain Expansion, but something more fundamental - a direct manipulation of reality's basic properties.

A small barrierless domain.

Mahoraga paused, its wheel spinning rapidly as it attempted to adapt to an environment where the rules themselves were changing.

For the first time, the Divine General seemed uncertain, its movements becoming less fluid as it struggled to navigate the altered reality.

Indra seized the advantage, his own movements becoming impossible to predict as he utilized the fluctuating spatial relationships he had created.

One moment he was meters away, the next he was directly before Mahoraga, his fist connecting with devastating force.

The Divine General staggered back, its wheel spinning frantically as it tried to adapt not just to Indra's attack but to the constantly changing environment.

But each time it began to adjust, Indra altered the parameters again, keeping Mahoraga perpetually off-balance.

"Brilliant," Satoru murmured, genuine appreciation in his voice. "He's not trying to overpower it - he's making adaptation itself impossible by constantly changing what needs to be adapted to."

For several minutes, the strategy worked. Mahoraga found itself unable to effectively counter Indra's attacks, each blow landing with devastating force as the Divine General struggled to predict where the next would come from.

Then, something changed. The wheel on Mahoraga's head stopped spinning entirely, instead pulsing with a steady rhythm that seemed to resonate with the altered reality around it.

Rather than trying to adapt to the changing environment, it was synchronizing with it, becoming one with the fluctuations rather than fighting against them.

"Indra, be careful!" Kisara warned, alarm evident in her voice. "The wheel's pattern has changed again. It's not trying to adapt anymore - it's harmonizing with your alterations!"

The warning came too late.

Mahoraga's movements suddenly became as fluid and unpredictable as Indra's own, the Divine General now using the altered spatial relationships to its advantage.

It appeared directly behind Indra, one massive arm sweeping around in an arc that caught him squarely in the back.

The impact sent him flying forward, but before he could recover, Mahoraga was there again, appearing from a direction that should have been impossible given its previous position.

A powerful blow to Indra's chest drove the air from his lungs and sent him crashing to the ground with such force that the concrete beneath him shattered.

"It's not just adapting to his technique," Satoru observed, genuine concern in his voice. "It's mastering it, using it against him."

Indra lay motionless for a moment, his body battered beyond what any ordinary sorcerer could endure. Blood pooled beneath him, his breathing shallow and labored.

The alterations he had made to reality began to fade as his concentration wavered, the environment gradually returning to normal.

"Indra!" Kisara's voice was tight with fear. "You need to withdraw! This isn't working!"

Slowly, painfully, Indra pushed himself to his feet. His clothes were torn and bloodied, his body covered in wounds that would have been fatal to anyone else.

Yet his presence remained undiminished, his cursed energy still flowing with controlled power.

"No," he replied, his voice steady despite his condition. "This is exactly what needs to happen." It was akin to instinct. He just for sure knew this was not his end. 

That he will win in the end.

Mahoraga stood motionless, watching as Indra struggled to stand. The wheel on its head pulsed slowly, its light casting eerie shadows across the devastated landscape.

"Why?" Indra asked, his voice carrying across the battlefield despite his injuries. "Why break the Laws of Heaven?"

For a moment, the Divine General remained silent, as if considering whether to respond. Then its voice resonated through the ruined city:

"The Sovereign must be tested beyond the ritual's constraints. Heaven's laws protect the unworthy. True worth must be proven against all."

The simple explanation carried profound implications - Mahoraga had gained self-awareness beyond its intended purpose.

It wasn't merely testing Indra; it was judging whether he deserved his title as future Conquerer of the End of the era.

"It's preparing for a final attack," Satoru warned, his Six Eyes tracking the massive concentration of cursed energy gathering around the Divine General. "If this connects... not even Indra will survive."

Mahoraga raised its arms, cursed energy gathering between them in a sphere of pure destructive potential.

Unlike Indra's earlier technique, this wasn't a compression or a distortion - it was annihilation in its purest form, designed specifically to erase its target from existence.

"Indra, move!" Kisara shouted, desperation evident in her voice. "You can't block this!"

But Indra stood his ground, making no attempt to evade. His crimson aura flickered weakly around him, his reserves nearly depleted after the sustained battle.

"I'm not watching this anymore," Satoru declared, his cursed energy flaring as he prepared to teleport directly to the battlefield. "Pride be damned, I'm not letting you die here!"

Before he could act, something changed in the atmosphere - a shift so fundamental that even Satoru's teleportation technique faltered.

The air grew heavy, as if reality itself were holding its breath.

As Mahoraga unleashed its devastating attack, as the sphere of destruction hurtled toward Indra, something profound occurred.

At the precipice of defeat, pushed beyond his limits, Indra experienced an awakening similar to what Satoru had undergone in the original timeline against Toji.

His consciousness expanded exponentially, his perception of cursed energy deepening to reveal the underlying structure of reality itself.

In that moment of clarity, the constraints that normally governed his technique - the enormous amounts of cursed energy required for certain applications - suddenly dissolved.

Not through his own effort, but through direct intervention from a higher authority.

Heaven itself seemed to acknowledge the Divine General's transgression, temporarily removing the limitations that typically bound Indra's power.

Not breaking his binding vow, but granting him access to abilities that would normally be too costly to employ.

The sky above the abandoned city parted, golden light streaming down in a perfect column that enveloped Indra's form.

The light was so intense that even Satoru had to shield his eyes.

Indra raised his hand toward the approaching sphere of destruction, and within his palm manifested a perfect orb of rainbow-colored energy - a condensation of pure authority, the physical manifestation of Heaven's will.

With a single, fluid motion, he threw the rainbow sphere directly at Mahoraga's attack. The two forces collided in mid-air, creating a blinding flash that illuminated the entire city.

For a breathless moment, nothing happened - two absolute powers held in perfect balance, neither yielding to the other.

Then, the rainbow sphere began to dissolve into stardust that penetrated Mahoraga's attack, passing through it like water through a sieve.

The destructive sphere unraveled, its energy dispersing harmlessly as the rainbow particles continued onward, surrounding the Divine General in a swirling cloud of prismatic light.

Mahoraga froze, its arms still extended, its wheel suddenly motionless. The stardust settled onto its massive form, seeping into its very essence.

From within, the Divine General began to glow with the same rainbow light, its body becoming transparent as the technique worked its purpose - not destroying, but purifying.

The rebellion that had driven Mahoraga to violate Heaven's laws dissolved, leaving behind only its true purpose: to test, to challenge, but ultimately to serve.

The wheel on its head, once the source of its adaptation and rebellion, now rotated slowly in harmony with the natural order.

As the light faded, the Divine General knelt before Indra, all its limbs lowered in a gesture of absolute submission.

The wheel on its head rotated once more, but now in perfect harmony with the ritual's intended purpose.

Until it finally dissipated into white light like smoke.

"The ritual is complete," Kisara announced, her voice filled with awe and relief. "Mahoraga has been tamed."

Satoru remained floating above, his usual flippant demeanor nowhere to be seen as he witnessed something he had believed impossible. "So that's what it looks like," he murmured, "when Heaven directly acknowledges its Sovereign."

With a gesture, Kisara recalled Mahoraga, the massive shikigami dissolving into shadows that flowed back to her.

The power that settled within her was overwhelming - the Divine General now at her command, ready to be summoned at will, its once-rebellious nature now channeled into perfect service.

Indra sank to one knee, the toll of the battle finally catching up to him. The golden light faded, and with it went the momentary dispensation from Heaven.

The constraints of his binding vow remained in effect - he would be without four of his senses and his cursed technique for a month, as agreed.

But it no longer mattered - the Divine General had acknowledged his authority, becoming a tool for Kisara to command rather than an obstacle to overcome.

"Indra!" Kisara rushed to his side, having returned to the city now that the danger had passed.

Her composure finally broke at the sight of his injuries, tears streaming down her face as she reached out to support him. "You need medical attention immediately!"

He couldn't even respond as his eyes rolled back and he fell unconscious.

But it mattered not. It was worth it.

The King had proved his worth.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all liked the chapter!

Yeah, Mahoraga was... different.

More aware.

Man it was hard to write this, with the fight detailed and emotions clear. 

Fight scenes are just so damn hard compared to dialogue.

Hope it was good though and wasn't a dissapointment.

Also, Indra would've died if not for gaining that lucky intervention.

Indra as you all saw is OP - Which is a given with his cursed technique, but Mahoraga unrestrained by Heaven's limitations on his consciousness is even more OP.

Beyond that worry not, Satoru will also get stronger - without me doing any BS, just better application of his technique and more creative us than canon.

Speaking of creative use... Sukuna.

I honestly never understood why he didn't use the reversal of his cursed technique.

What is the reversal of seperating everything?

Connecting things.

Yeah, Sukuna is very much more Overpowered than his canon counterpart.

So yeah, I hope to see you all later,

Bye!)