CHAPTER 6: PROMISED CONFLICT

The meeting hadn't yet dispersed. Tension still lingered in the air like static, crackling beneath the quiet breaths of the gathered sorcerers.

Satoru Gojo stretched his arms over his head, letting out a relaxed yawn. His long, white hair glinted faintly in the overhead light.

"Well, then," he said casually, "guess it's about time I head to Shinjuku."

Before anyone could reply, he turned toward Mei Mei.

"Oh—and Mei Mei," Gojo added with a devilish grin, "you still have that contract?"

Mei Mei sipped her tea, completely unfazed.

"Of course. The one Utahime signed under pressure when we were in shibuya? The one that says she'd marry you if you beat Sukuna?"

Utahime's face turned a shade redder than a cursed spirit's blood.

"YOU WHAT—?! I NEVER—!!"

Mei Mei calmly pulled out her fan and waved it once, cool and composed.

"I made five printed copies. Just in case one got damaged in battle."

Gojo burst into laughter, spinning once toward Utahime with both thumbs up.

"You really shouldn't make promises you can't keep, Utahime~!"

Utahime lunged at him with a fist raised, but he vanished in a blur of blue light, chuckling all the way to the exit.

Everyone watched as he walked across the long pathway toward the transport station—no hesitation, no fear. The white-haired figure against the looming dusk of the Tokyo skyline.

Yuta stood by the TV screen, turning the volume up.

The national broadcast had already switched to "Emergency State." Helicopters hovered miles away, relaying blurry footage of the two figures now facing each other in the heart of Shinjuku.

Gojo Satoru.

Sukuna, in Megumi's body.

A silence swept through the room. Even Nobara stopped chewing her snack.

Itadori stared at the screen.

"Yuta… what do you think happens?"

Yuta's eyes never left the screen.

"I think history ends tonight."

The screen zoomed in just enough.

There they were—Gojo and Sukuna, both perfectly still, perfectly calm.

The strongest sorcerer of the modern day…

…versus the King of Curses, the strongest sorcerer in history.

And in the middle of the chaotic streets of Shinjuku, surrounded by collapsed towers and fleeing civilians—

—was a battlefield carved by fate.

Gojo adjusted his blindfold.

Sukuna bared his teeth in a sinister smile.

The final showdown had begun.