CHAPTER 19: BLADE AND THE BEAST

The sky above Shinjuku was cracked with smoke and cursed pressure, a storm of destruction frozen for a moment as Sukuna rose to one knee, breathing raggedly.

He smirked, blood trailing down his lips. "Tch... still standing."

Cursed energy swirled around him—he tried to activate Reverse Cursed Technique to heal. But—

Nothing.

His eyes widened.

It stopped.

Utahime's domain had weakened his internal flow.

Mei Mei's crows had severed his cursed technique relay.

He wasn't healing anymore.

And then he saw two shadows walking through the smoke toward him.

One carried no cursed energy.

The other was cursed energy.

Maki Zen'in.

Yuta Okkotsu.

Maki cracked her knuckles. Her hair was tied back, her eyes burning with pure, unfiltered wrath.

"I don't need cursed energy to beat you, freak."

Sukuna tried to stand, but—

CRACK!

Maki's heel slammed straight into his jaw, sending him airborne with sheer brute force. No technique. Just raw, monstrous strength.

He hadn't even recovered from the impact when—

Yuta appeared above him, suspended mid-air like an executioner's verdict.

"Ryoiki Tenkai – Infinite Armory."

Yuta's domain exploded open like a blade storm—thousands of cursed swords materializing, each carrying the soul of a fallen technique, each one poised above Sukuna.

Sukuna's eyes twitched. "No—"

SHINK!

The blades rained.

Slicing.

Slashing.

Piercing.

They tore into his flesh, one after another, each technique stealing a piece of him. In his domain, Yuta could summon every technique he'd copied—every weapon he'd stored—like a storm of revenge.

Sukuna roared in agony, but before he could retaliate—

BOOM!

Maki launched him into a building with a straight punch that shattered the foundation.

The King of Curses coughed blood as he tumbled through stone and steel. Just as he tried to rise—

SHHHK!

Yuta's katana embedded through his shoulder, pinning him to the wall. Yuta landed quietly in front of him, eyes sharp, unreadable.

"I'm not Gojo. I don't fight fair."

He turned to Maki, who cracked her neck again.

"Let's keep going."

Sukuna looked up—his breath trembling, the blood loss real.

And for the first time…

He wasn't smirking.