CHAPTER 15: PLAN GOJO

The battlefield still raged. Explosions of cursed energy flared through broken streets and shuddering air. But amidst all that chaos, a strange stillness had crept in—focused on one man, sitting casually on a bench like he were watching a school play.

Gojo Satoru grinned wide, blood drying across his cheeks.

Across from him, Sukuna locked eyes with the sorcerer.

"…What are you smiling at?"

Gojo leaned forward, elbows on knees, hair swaying as if weightless in the cursed pressure around them.

Then he burst out laughing. A maniacal, unhinged laugh that echoed across the battlefield.

"PFFFFF—HAAHAAHAHA—oh man, you actually fell for it, huh? This whole damn thing."

Sukuna's brows furrowed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Gojo stood up and held his arms wide. "Did you really think I walked into this fight with no plan?"

He looked around at the others.

"Everyone kept asking me what my backup plan was… but I told them the truth. I didn't have a backup plan."

He pointed at himself.

"Because I had a Plan Gojo."

The entire battlefield froze.

"…The hell is 'Plan Gojo' supposed to mean?" Sukuna growled.

Gojo stepped forward. "Since Shibuya. Since the very moment you marked Megumi with Mahoraga. I knew."

He raised one finger.

"You were never meant to sync properly with Itadori."

Another.

"But Megumi? Oh… Megumi was different. His Ten Shadows, his mental state, his affinity with divine-type shikigami? That was your true target."

Gojo's smile curled into something almost sadistic.

"I knew you'd take him. I knew you'd try to crush him with despair… just like you tried with me. Because that's what you do, right, Sukuna? You exploit pain."

Sukuna didn't respond. But his muscles tensed.

"And of course you weren't going to play fair. I mean, you're Sukuna," Gojo laughed. "So yeah—I expected you to bring out Mahoraga. Agito. Maybe even a few dragons while you're at it."

Then Gojo's voice dropped. "But what you didn't expect… was that Megumi Fushiguro would endure."

Suddenly, Mahoraga stopped moving.

The Shikigami, which had been preparing to strike under Sukuna's command, now stood still.

Sukuna turned sharply. "Mahoraga…?"

A cold, calm voice echoed from deep within:

"You're not my master anymore."

A dark aura flared. A new cursed presence emerged, stepping slowly from the shadows of Sukuna's body.

Sukuna's body jolted.

His expression twisted.

"No…"

The figure stepped fully into the light.

It was Megumi Fushiguro, standing tall and breathing heavily, cursed energy coiling around him like a storm.

He glared at Sukuna with a fury not even time could extinguish.

Sukuna staggered back. "How…?! You were broken! I killed your sister—!"

Megumi's voice was ice-cold.

"My sister told me once: 'If I die, don't ever blame yourself. It won't be your fault. But if someone hurts you… make sure they pay.'"

His eyes narrowed.

"You tried to kill my soul with despair. But it didn't work."

Megumi raised a single hand.

"Ryoiki Tenkai – Soul Split Burial."

A black shadow cracked through the air, splitting Sukuna's body in half—not physically, but spiritually.

In one blinding flash, Sukuna was ejected from Megumi's body.

And where Sukuna now stood… was no longer the face of Fushiguro.

No more stolen eyes.

No more possessed will.

It was the real Ryomen Sukuna—the ancient demon in all his terrifying, four-armed, horned glory—fully manifested in his original form, skin like dried ink, eyes like embers.

He stood on one end of the battlefield, breathing in hatred.

Megumi stood on the other, no longer possessed—no longer weighed down by hopelessness.

Between them, Mahoraga and Agito turned to Megumi.

And bowed.

"Your will, Master."

Megumi's voice was low.

"Disappear. I don't need you right now."

Both Shikigami faded into black smoke.

The air cracked.

Gojo, standing behind Megumi, folded his arms and grinned wide.

"…Told you. Plan Gojo."

Megumi didn't even glance back.

He raised a clenched fist and pointed it at Sukuna.

"You killed my sister, bastard."

He took one step forward.

"Now I'll break every bone in your body."

Sukuna bared his fangs.

Gojo cracked his knuckles.

And the battlefield tilted again.