In the bustling heart of Shinjuku, an unusual fog began to roll in. It was dense, cold, and silent, creeping through the alleyways and enveloping the city in an eerie shroud. Most people went about their business, unaware of the unnatural chill seeping into their bones, oblivious to the malevolent force that accompanied the mist.
But not everyone was blind to its presence. The cursed spirits could sense it with a thrill of anticipation. Their gnarled forms and whispering voices stirred with excitement, knowing that something dreadful was about to unfold.
In the hidden corners of the city, sorcerers felt the disturbance. Their senses prickled with unease as they prepared for the unknown. They gathered in secret, murmuring incantations and sharpening their awareness, for they knew that this fog was no ordinary weather.
From the heart of the mist emerged two figures of terrifying renown. The first, Sukuna, the King of Curses, walked with an air of regal menace. His four eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, and his presence alone seemed to make the mist darker, more oppressive. Beside him, towering and fearsome, was Mahoraga, the eight-handled divine beast, its aura brimming with chaotic power.
Shinjuku's neon lights flickered and dimmed as Sukuna and Mahoraga materialized fully into the city. The cursed spirits quivered with glee, their whispers growing louder, spreading the news of their king’s return. Ordinary humans felt a strange sense of dread, an unexplainable anxiety that made them hurry along the streets without knowing why.
Sorcerers hurried through the fog-laden streets, their nerves taut, their minds racing with possibilities. They knew that Sukuna’s appearance heralded disaster. Mahoraga, with its indomitable strength, was a harbinger of chaos and destruction. Together, they were an unstoppable force, a nightmare given form.
As Sukuna strode through Shinjuku, he seemed almost amused by the obliviousness of the city's inhabitants. "How fragile they are," he mused, his voice a low, ominous rumble that sent shivers down the spines of those who could hear. Mahoraga followed silently, its many eyes scanning the surroundings, ever vigilant, ever ready.
The sorcerers, hidden in the fog, steeled themselves for confrontation. They knew they were outmatched, but they had no choice. Sukuna's return was a catastrophe that could not be ignored. They exchanged grim nods, their faces set with determination, as they prepared to face the malevolent force head-on.
The mist curled around Sukuna as he walked, his gaze sharp and searching. Suddenly, he halted, his eyes locking onto a figure partially obscured in the fog. A sorcerer, hidden among the shadows, his presence barely perceptible to ordinary senses but glaringly obvious to Sukuna’s keen perception.
"Come forward," Sukuna commanded, his voice slicing through the fog like a blade. The sorcerer’s heart raced, terror flooding his veins. He had hoped to remain unnoticed, to observe from a distance, but now he was called into the open by the King of Curses himself.
With trembling steps, the sorcerer emerged from the shadows. His half-mask glinted dully in the muted light, hiding part of his face but not his fear. He stopped a few paces from Sukuna, bowing his head slightly in deference, trying to mask his terror with a semblance of respect.
Sukuna’s gaze bored into him, scrutinizing every inch of his being. "Remove your mask," Sukuna demanded, his tone brooking no argument. "If you are to speak to me, you will do so unmasked."
The sorcerer hesitated for a fraction of a second, fear gripping him tighter, but he knew there was no room for defiance. With shaky hands, he reached up and pulled the mask away, revealing his pale, frightened face. His eyes, wide with dread, met Sukuna's four unblinking ones.
"Good," Sukuna said, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "Now tell me, sorcerer, what year is it?"
The sorcerer swallowed hard, trying to steady his voice. "It's... It's 2018 Sukuna-sama," he stammered, the words nearly catching in his throat.
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Kodoku
Fanfiction"100 species of insects were collected, the larger ones were snakes, the smaller ones were lice, Place them inside, let them eat each other, and keep what is left of the last species." - Geography of the Suishu A Jujutsu Kaisen Yakuza AU Story. Not...
