A player in Jujutsu Kaisen

Full on war{125}

With a surge of his own power, he slammed his fist against the nearest portal, distorting its energy flow. The tear in reality flickered and shrank, refusing to fully open. He repeated the process on another portal, and another, each gate stuttering in its attempt to birth its monstrous cargo.

The Dragon Monarch, surprised by this unforeseen resistance, watched with a mixture of amusement and irritation. Kenzo, with a flourish of his own, began teleporting the portals – and their monstrous occupants – across Shinjuku. It was a chaotic symphony of distorted light and panicked roars, scattering the Dragon Monarch's reinforcements all over the devastated city.

"Let's end this," Kenzo finally said, his voice ringing with a newfound confidence. His posture straightened, a powerful aura emanating from him.

The Dragon Monarch scoffed. "End this? Hoh, do you think you can handle me so quickly? Planning to rush to your friend's aid against the other Monarchs? How pathetic!"

"Maybe you need a reminder of who deserves your full focus," the Dragon Monarch roared, and with a gesture, unleashed his full power. The air crackled with raw destructive energy, a wave of oppressive dread crashing down on the battlefield. The very ground trembled in fear.

Yet, Kenzo stood his ground, unfazed. A slow smile spread across his face. "It's about time I get serious," he rasped, his voice low and dangerous. With a surge of his own cursed energy, his entire body began to transform. Black and purple energy swirled around him, coalescing into a menacing suit of armor. His eyes, once human, now glowed with an ominous purple light, reflecting the true power of the Shadow Monarch. The battlefield had fallen silent. The fight was about to enter its final, most dangerous phase.

/

A distorted shimmer pulsed from one of the scattered portals at the edge of the ravaged Shinjuku. As the portal solidified, a figure stepped out, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield with a predatory glint. This was Yogumunt, the Monarch of Transfiguration, cloaked in a tattered blackish-purple hood that concealed most of his face. A chilling red symbol glowed on his torso, a blood-red blob that pulsed with an unsettling rhythm.

Yogumunt, eager to unleash chaos upon this new world, took a menacing step forward. Yet, his advance was abruptly halted. Standing in his path was a figure that seemed utterly out of place amidst the destruction – a teenager with dark circles under his eyes, exhaustion etched onto his young face.

Intrigue flickered in Yogumunt's crimson eyes. He could sense a powerful entity bound to the boy, a hidden beast waiting to be unleashed. Perhaps a suitable vessel for his transfiguration powers, a way to amplify his own destructive potential.

"Let go, Rika," the boy muttered, fatigue lacing his voice. He slipped a ring onto his finger, the metal glinting momentarily in the smoldering landscape. The moment the ring settled, the air crackled with a surge of power. A monstrous entity materialized behind the boy – a hulking beast with razor-sharp claws and eyes burning with a feral rage.

Yogumunt, a cruel smile twisting his masked lips, tilted his head in amusement. "Interesting," he rasped, his voice raspy and laced with a hint of anticipation. "A puppeteer and his monstrous puppet. It seems even this backwater world has its... entertainment."

/

From the shimmering gateway emerged a figure that exuded both power and arrogance – Tarnak, the Monarch of Iron Body. His appearance was a stark contrast to the desolate surroundings - a handsome young man with slick blond hair and piercing green eyes, adorned in a pristine white coat with a crimson collar and golden accents.

Tarnak, however, was far from pleased. He'd been ripped away from the main battle, his annoyance evident in the way his brow furrowed. But his irritation quickly simmered down into something far more dangerous – a cold fury. Standing between him and his return to the carnage was a figure he considered utterly insignificant – a lone human teenager.

This was Yuji Itadori, and unlike Tarnak's disdain, his eyes burned with resolute determination. He wasn't fazed by the imposing figure of the Monarch. He'd faced monstrous beings before, and he wouldn't back down now. His body tensed, his stance a perfect blend of power and agility, a testament to countless hours of honing his skills.

Tarnak scoffed, a sound dripping with contempt. How dare a mere human challenge a being of his caliber? He raised a hand, his eyes glowing with a sinister light. Here, before this insignificant speck, he would demonstrate the true meaning of iron – unbreakable, unstoppable, and utterly destructive.

/

Yuji's eyes narrowed as Tarnak's hand began to glow with an ominous light. This guy oozed arrogance, but Yuji had faced arrogance before, and worse. He wasn't afraid. He gripped his fist tighter, a surge of cursed energy coursing through his veins.

"You seem awfully confident for someone who just got yanked away from the big fight," Yuji said, his voice surprisingly steady. "Maybe you're not as tough as you look."

Tarnak's smirk faltered for a split second, replaced by a flicker of surprise. A human speaking back? The audacity! But the surprise quickly morphed back into fury. Did this weakling truly not understand the power he faced?

"Silence, worm!" Tarnak roared, his voice booming across the desolate landscape. "I, Tarnak, Monarch of Iron Body, will crush you into dust!"

He unleashed a torrent of energy from his glowing hand, a wave of pure, destructive force aimed directly at Yuji. The air crackled with power, the very ground trembling under the impending impact.

/

A wave of heat shimmered across the ravaged cityscape, distorting the air itself. From another scattered portal emerged Baran, the Monarch of White Flame, a hulking figure radiating an aura of searing heat. His demonic visage – gray skin, glowing white eyes, and blazing white hair – instilled fear in even the most hardened warriors.

Baran surveyed the desolate battlefield, his gaze eventually landing on a lone figure standing defiant amidst the destruction. This human, Hakari, was a curious sight. Tall and muscular with a mischievous glint in his magenta eyes, he seemed almost eager to face the monstrous being.

Baran's surprise only deepened when Hakari flashed a wide grin. "Oh, this feels good," the human chuckled, a hint of manic excitement lacing his voice. "Let's get this party started!"

Before Baran could react, Hakari made a series of strange hand gestures, muttering a cryptic phrase – "Domain Expansion... Idle Death Gamble." The air around him crackled with a strange energy, and the very fabric of reality seemed to warp. An invisible barrier descended, encompassing a large portion of the battlefield, cutting them off from the rest of the chaos.

Baran, momentarily caught off guard by this unexpected display of power, found himself trapped within a confined space with this strange human. A flicker of annoyance crossed his fiery gaze. He, a Monarch, contained by a mere mortal? This was an insult that demanded immediate correction.

With a roar that shook the very ground, Baran unleashed a torrent of white-hot flames from his hands. The inferno engulfed the area within the domain, the searing heat warping the air itself. Yet, as the flames subsided, Baran found Hakari still standing, a manic grin plastered across his face.

"Not bad, not bad at all!" Hakari exclaimed, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "But can you keep it up?"

The scene within the domain crackled with a strange energy, a deadly game of chance unfolding between the human gambler and the fiery monarch. The outcome hung in the balance, another battle within the larger conflict raging across the ravaged city. Would Hakari's gamble pay off, or would Baran's flames consume him whole?

A/N Did yall think i forgot about the other monarchs....random fact,i am saying because Maki as zero curse energy her mana is nonexistant...keep that in mind for later.