It happened without warning.
No one had expected Kenjaku to unleash the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons the moment the clock struck midnight on the day of the final battle.
Disaster-stricken Tokyo was once again hit by a tide of cursed spirits.
Fortunately, after several previous disasters, Tokyo was still in the midst of reconstruction, and its population was not particularly large, greatly reducing the workload.
Thus, even though the Zenin Clan and the Kamo Clan had just been wiped out, drastically reducing the number of sorcerers, they could still barely scrape together enough people.
Under the neon lights of the pitch-black night, the final battle began.
Shinjuku.
Gojo Sawa walked down the deserted streets.
The moment Kenjaku unleashed the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons marked the arrival of the final battle.
As agreed, Gojo Sawa had come to Shinjuku to meet Sukuna for their decisive battle.
At this moment, saying he wasn't nervous would have been a lie.
Gojo Sawa wiped the sweat from his palms, his mind drifting for a moment.
Come to think of it, he had been transported here for nearly thirty years now, hadn't he?
Time really flew!
The scene of him competing against someone in the livestream room still felt as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.
Yet now, he was about to head into battle and challenge the ceiling of power from a manga.
It was surreal as hell.
"Ryomen Sukuna... the ceiling, huh?"
"If I lose and Sukuna kills me, Satoru and Suguru should be able to handle it, right? And there are the arrangements I left behind..."
A light drizzle suddenly began to fall from the sky.
Gojo Sawa stopped and repeatedly slapped his cheeks with both hands.
"Why... would I even think something like that?"
His memories