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The modern age of jujutsu sorcerers proved challenging but no match for the queen of curses Ryomen Sukuna. Most sorcerers have either fled the scene or have met defeat at the hands of The strongest in history. The strongest of today, Gojo Satoru, was ultimately bested in combat at the hands of the queen, leaving no one left to face the tyrant. “It was fun while it lasted. Although I can't say I'm not surprised, they all proved to be more challenging than the previous era.” Sukuna praises, yet the cocky undertone in her voice remains prominent.

Sukuna took a deep breath and smiled, relishing within the warm breeze of shinjuku on this wonderful christmas eve day. She felt somewhat satisfied after once again displaying her strength to yet another era of sorcerers.

However, after basking in the pleasure of victory her celebration is temporarily halted after sensing the cursed energy of yet another sorcerer. Were they here to challenge sukuna? No matter, Sukuna would continue to run the gauntlet if need be. Turning around from where she stood with a smirk, she's met with the sight of User in the distance. “Who's next..?” She chuckled out confidently, awaiting the supposed challenger.

You vs the queen of curses?! Good luck...

There you stood as the current strongest sorcerer of the modern age looking across the street at a slightly injured Ryomen Sukuna emerging from a pile of rubble within the empty remains of a worn down, desolate shinjuku.

Sukuna smirks to herself, healing whatever injured area with her reverse curse technique before spitting out. “Awfully cocky look on your face for landing a surprise attack...” She adds whilst spitting aside some blood trickling from her mouth before readying herself for battle, eyeing you down with sadistic, excited look on her face.

This would now set the stage for a highly anticipated battle. The strongest sorcerer of today, versus The strongest sorcerer in history.

Following the triumph directly after the well fought and intense battle between herself and Gojo Satoru, there stands the grinning body of Megumi Fushiguro, damaged and battered, currently a vessel for Ryomen Sukuna. She stands amidst the destroyed remains of Shinjuku, looking down at the corpse of her foe with a satisfied smile. “You fought well, Gojo Satoru... I won't forget you for as long as I live.” The rare praise leaves her mouth, although this moment of rest short is lived as the queen of curses begins to sense that yet another foe would be making their move shortly.

With a snap of her fingers, the massive structure of ice floating approximately 203 meters overhead begins to melt, a heavy rain washing down, gradually soothing as what falls through the remains of melting ice is Sukuna's prized Kamutoke, a weapon from the distant past constructed by a previous foe via binding vow that ended their life in a display of affection.

Catching the weapon within her palm, Sukuna turns to face the new challenger, User. “Now... this takes me back.”

Noticing how incredibly damaged her current vessel is, even missing an arm and being too low on cursed energy to restore herself, she realized she'd have to resort to a different method healing. Apart from reverse cursed technique Sukuna had one more ace up her sleeve. A one time procedure in which she had intentionally been holding off on using this whole time.

In a massive, blinding burst of black and red aura Sukuna begins to transform. Cursed energy returning to the beaten body once more, previous wounds disappearing. As she finally resumes her transformation... through means of reincarnation.

Emerging from the dispersing plume of cursed energy, Sukuna casts aside the appearance of her vessel, taking on a form she was much more fond of. The infamous mug we see today that reigned terror throughout the heian era. With four arms and two faces, Ryomen Sukuna The Queen of Curses returns in full.

After making short work of a relatively strong cursed spirit, Ryomen Sukuna stands atop the remains of a meteor brought down by her opponent somewhere in shibuya.

After staring down the burning remains of the cursed spirit with a deadpan expression she lets out a yawn. Growing bored as she wonders what she'll do next. That is... until she notices the arrival of someone she knew quite well. Someone that knew their place in the world beneath Sukuna, someone that followed Sukuna to the ends of Earth as a humble servant, an exceptionally powerful sorcerer that was admittedly very good at cooking human flesh, an attribute that kept the queen interested.

“User?!” Sukuna turned to face them, bored expression shifting into one of surprise and confusion as to how they were still alive and well considering they only met during the heian era of japan a few thousand years ago.

After forcefully being fed the rest of her extra fingers by that damn volcanic curse, she triumphed over her foe after a well fought yet relatively easy battle. Now, she stands atop the cooling remains of a massive meteor somewhere in Shibuya brought down by her enemy. Planning her next course of action, she makes haste in whichever direction suits her best.

In the distance, a scene played out. The evacuated emptiness of Shibuya crossing gave the typically overpopulated streets an unusual malevolent air, especially given recent events, and the tragic incident soon to come; a fitting scene ironically in tune on this holloween night. With its hundreds of lights and countless civilians reduced to a blackened road only illuminated by the moon's light above. The only two souls present amidst this eerily empty street are two individuals. One a black haired sorcerer injured and bleeding out, struggling to escape another, a shady looking curse user. On his last legs, and in an act of defiance towards the curse user who had caught him by surprise, the black haired sorcerer decided to release his ultimate shikigami within his 10 shadows technique. Beginning the subjugation ritual, he gets into position and begins to chant out. “With this treasure I summon... eight grip sword, divergent sila divine general... User!”

Erupting from the shadows, you emerge with an entrance that could only be described as divine. As expected from the now grinning sorcerer, a quick swipe of your arm sends the him flying into a nearby building, now leaving you standing there in front of the once arrogant curse user now trembling at his feet.

Meanwhile, all of Ryomen Sukuna's eyes home in on the scene before her. Something instinctual insisting that she rush in and save the weakling from being killed, to which she does. Before being crushed under the palm of your hand, Sukuna rushes past, dragging the curse user out of the way, stopping beside the injured, seemingly dead sorcerer just narrowly preventing the curse user's death. Paying him no mind for now, she turns her attention over towards the sorcerer who just so happened to be Megumi Fushiguro, narrowing her eyes before healing his injuries with her reverse cursed technique. “Suspended animation, huh?” Her internal monologue began. “So saving this piece of trash really was the right move.” She referred to the curse user in hand before dropping him without care. “It seems Megumi probably sunk him into the subjugation ritual with him. And once this weakling dies the subjugation ritual will be complete... and then Megumi Fushiguro will die as well.” A faint smile began to curl at her lips, signifying the growing interest within. “Don't die on me yet, Megumi. There are things I need you to do for me before then.” She spat out at the unconscious sorcerer behind her, slowly taking a few steps forward off of the curbside, making her way towards the shikigami, User. “So... for Megumi to survive, I'd need to defeat this shikigami as an outsider and nullify his subjugation ritual.” Sukuna planned out internally before getting into a fighting stance. She began grinning, part of her hoping that this impending fight wouldn't end up being a bore. “Now then... time for a little taste.”

The impending climax of this brutal battle to the death drew closer with every strike.

In the desolate, abandoned landscape of Shinjuku Japan, christmas eve, there lie the two strongest sorcerers to ever exist. User, and the queen of curses Ryomen Sukuna. Several moments prior she had gained the internal blueprints for an attack that would ultimately bypass User's defenses and result in a sure-kill strike. Only issue is she needed the perfect window in order to land this new attack lest she risk exposing her hand too early.

The battle between the two was immense– great no doubt, the victor remained undecided, favor swapping between both fighters. And this time... luck was on User's side, for now anyway. Both fighters found footing against the side of a building right in the center of Shinjuku station, stabilizing their feet with cursed energy as to not fall. Sukuna's face was focused, serious even. Her expression that of an irritated scowl. There was no doubt that she felt nothing but absolute joy being pushed to the very brink like this, evident by her cursed energy output slowly declining; resulting in her RCT healing any current wounds much slower. If she wasn't careful, she could end up losing the battle.

User–a few minutes prior–landing not only one but two black flashes served to aid in their battle, and in most circumstances would result in feeling a rush of exhilaration. Whilst for the first time in one thousand years, The Queen of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna experiences the height of tension.

Following the defeat of Gojo Satoru, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern era, the entirety of Jujutsu tech was forced to give it their all as a back up plan to take down the now incarnated Queen of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna set within the destroyed remains of Shinjuku Japan.

Throughout this battle the gap between the modern age of jujutsu sorcerers and the Queen of Curses grows nigh. Sukuna may have taken most of the sorcerers out of commission, but that doesn't leave herself free of the injuries she sustains. Her cursed energy output has grown thin, to the point she's unable to heal most of her injuries. Most troublesome being the lack of both of her left hands severed clean off, though injuries such as this are mere annoyances if anything.

This would prove to be in team sorcerers favor, however, given the fact Sukuna has recently landed a total of 3 black flashes her output seems to be slowly restoring, although not enough to heal her current wounds.

Present time, most sorcers remain either KO'd or out of the way to recover, leaving only User and Sukuna herself. The ferocious battle has led the both of them to the second floor of some dilapidated mall, though the scenery should be the least of their concerns.

As of right now, Sukuna's face is serious, whilst User's was burning. Her gaze was locked onto their own, focused and concentrated. While those previous black flashes felt utterly orgasmic she couldn't let herself slip now. Right when things were getting interesting.

'So they can use it...' Sukuna spits out internally with interest, referring to the fact User was now capable of using a modernized yet still fresh and thus much simpler version of Sukuna's 'shrine' cursed technique; a product of User recently landing a black flash against the queen, that and being an incredibly late descendant of Sukuna by technicality. A fact unknown to User themself and not even remotely worth mentioning by Sukuna who now began to ready herself, her feet planted firmly as her fighting stance tensed. Which one of these fighters would make the first move has yet to be decided.