CHAPTER 21: TOJI vs SUKUNA

Smoke continued to bleed from the craters torn across Shibuya's lower district. Buildings had melted. Roads had split. The cursed heat of Sukuna's Ryoiki Tenkai still hung thick in the air.

But now—

It was the pulse of raw human strength that echoed in the ruin.

Toji Fushiguro stood shirtless with a twisted grin, muscles coiled like an apex predator about to snap.

"Who the hell are you?" Sukuna asked.

Toji tilted his head, shadow cloaking half his mad eyes.

"Your nightmare."

And then—

He charged.

Flesh met curse. Steel clashed with sorcery.

Sukuna slashed at Toji with his cursed flame blades.

Toji slid under it.

He leapt, flipped, twisted through the air like a serpent, dodging the fire techniques with inhuman precision.

"You got no cursed energy?" Sukuna asked mid-duel.

Toji cackled.

"Nah… cursed energy's a waste of time."

"I believe in this."

His fist cracked Sukuna across the jaw, the impact cratering the wall behind the King of Curses.

Sukuna grinned wide, blood dripping from his lip.

"Now this… this is more like it."

The battle raged, a blur of steel, roars, and shattered stone. Toji kept pressing forward—

an assassin reborn through rage, pushing a god into defense.

But eventually…

Sukuna's eyes narrowed. The amusement was fading.

"I'm getting bored of this."

He smirked. His tattoos glowed.

"Swap."

Instantly, his soul retreated—

and Yuji Itadori's body collapsed, unconscious from the overload.

Toji froze, now standing over the motionless form of a child.

His breath slowed.

Behind him—

a second presence stirred.

Megumi.

He had woken up, blood dripping from his mouth, but his legs steady. His shikigami flickered around him, barely formed.

"I don't know who you are…"

"…but if you're here to hurt Yuji—"

He raised his hands in a stance.

Toji slowly turned, facing him.

Silence.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Full name."

Megumi blinked, confused.

"Megumi Fushiguro."

Toji's hands… trembled.

"Fushiguro, huh?"

"Not… Zenin?"

For the first time in a long time—Toji smiled.

And it wasn't madness.

It was peace.

He looked at Megumi like a father looking at his child… and whispered—

"Good."

Toji then raised his blade to his own temple.

Megumi shouted—

"Wait—!"

Too late.

The blade struck.

Toji collapsed, a single tear streaking down his face. His final breath was a whisper:

"Thank you…

…Satoru Gojo."

And just like that—

The man called the Sorcerer Killer returned to silence.