The Final Curtain Before God

Location: Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden – Tokyo, Japan

The wind shifted as if sensing the arrival of something ancient. Something monstrous. On one side of the broken skyline stood Kenjaku—calm, unreadable, the body of Suguru Geto housing the mind of the most dangerous sorcerer in history. On the other, standing in the shadow of a shattered torii gate, was Agent 47.

His coat fluttered around his legs. The red tie, still razor-straight.

In his tailored black suit, red tie neat, silverballers gleaming at his waist, 47 stepped out from the forest into the courtyard. Mist crawled around his shoes.

Kenjaku raised his gaze. A thin smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Kenjaku narrowed his eyes. "So, you're the one who's been dismantling my circle… one by one."

"You're the one, aren't you?" he asked. "The ghost in the CCTV. The one who took down Mahito… like swatting a fly."

47 said nothing. He stood still, calm, unreadable.

"Strange. You don't have cursed energy. And yet…" Kenjaku tilted his head. "You've swallowed all the fingers. You house Sukuna and yet… you walk around unbothered, uncorrupted."

A pause.

"Fascinating."

Kenjaku clicked his tongue. "A foreigner without cursed energy, and yet you killed Mahito, Jogo, Hanami. You're not a sorcerer. You're not even Japanese."

47 calmly rolled his neck. His knuckles cracked.

47 finally answered, voice even and blade-sharp."Not your concern."

Kenjaku's smile faded.

In an instant, cursed spirits exploded from the ground like roots erupting from a corpse. Tendrils, malformed faces, arms — hundreds. The room twisted with cursed energy.

Kenjaku clapped once. "Let's see if you're worth my curiosity."

System Notification:Target Identified: KenjakuThreat Level: Omega TierCursed Status Detected – Legendary Perk: King of Curses ACTIVATEDAdaptive Instinct: ACTIVEMental Fortress: ACTIVEThronebreaker: SYNCING…

STATS DOUBLED:Strength: 254Dexterity: 258Endurance: 230Reflexes: 282Intelligence: 216Perception: 264Stealth: 280

Combat Initiated-

Kenjaku moved first — a gesture of his hand, and the air exploded with kinetic pressure. The ground cratered where 47 stood, but he was already gone — a blur darting low across debris, sliding into a roll and popping up with a conjured matter-blade in hand.

He stabbed upward — narrowly missing Kenjaku's ribs as the man phased backward with cursed spatial manipulation.

Kenjaku smirked.

"Fast. But still... human."

The facility began collapsing around them, vines twisted into massive spears, stabbing at 47 from all sides. He ducked under one, jumped between two, slashed with conjured throwing axes mid-air and drove forward.

Kenjaku countered with a wave of cursed spirits, forming a monstrous shield-wall — but 47, adapting instantly, leapt off the side, planted a wire between poles, swung under the barrage, and launched himself feet-first into Kenjaku's ribs, sending the man flying into a wall.

47 landed, silverballers in hand.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Each shot curved unnaturally — bullets created by matter manipulation, infused with spiritual force, drilling through barriers — but Kenjaku teleported mid-volley, reappearing behind 47 with a massive blast of black lightning.

The floor vanished in an explosion.

47 hit the ground hard, tumbling across glass and stone. Blood ran from his brow.

[author: (For the first damn time in the series he bled wtf)]

Kenjaku descended from above.

"I've survived over a thousand years. I sealed Sukuna's power. I own the curses. You're a footnote."

47 wiped the blood away.

"No."

And then — Thronebreaker activated.