Gojo stands tall, his white hair a stark contrast against the darkened sky. His eyes, hidden behind his trademark blindfold, seem to pierce through the chaos. Sukuna, with his malevolent smile, surveys the city like a predator eyeing its prey. "Sukuna, your reign of terror ends here," Gojo declares, his voice steady and resolute.
Sukuna lets out a chilling laugh, the sound echoing through the deserted streets. "You think you can stop me, Gojo? This world is ripe for the taking!" With a swift motion, Sukuna unleashes a torrent of cursed energy, warping the very fabric of reality around them.
Gojo grits his teeth, feeling the immense pressure of Sukuna's attack. "I will protect them, no matter the cost," he vows, channeling all his strength into maintaining the barrier. The strain is visible, but his resolve remains unbroken.
Sukuna narrows his eyes, sensing the shift in momentum. "What trickery is this?" he snarls, frustration tainting his confidence. Gojo, his voice unwavering, replies, "It's time to end your madness." His energy coalesces, forming a brilliant sphere of light that illuminates the darkened cityscape.
Sukuna, caught off guard, lets out a roar of defiance. But the light is relentless, erasing his shadowy presence. As the echoes of battle fade, Gojo stands victorious, though weary, amidst the quiet streets. "The city is safe," he whispers, relief washing over him.
Gojo watches as people emerge from their shelters, their faces a mix of awe and gratitude. He takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of his responsibility but also the satisfaction of a battle well-fought. "There will always be threats," he muses, "but as long as I'm here, they'll never succeed." With one last glance at the recovering city, he steps into the morning light, ready for whatever challenges await.
