Tokyo.
Amid the shattered, deathly silent city ruins, desolate, chaotic, and strewn with wreckage, not a trace remained of the bustling metropolis once crowded with traffic and people.
Dressed in black, Araki Itsuki walked step by step through the devastated ruins. With his long brows, bright eyes, and calm expression, he looked like a handsome young man taking a leisurely stroll after dinner.
At first glance, he seemed like an ordinary, cheerful youth, his manner unassuming and without a hint of menace. A closer look, however, revealed endless deathly darkness and raging waves beneath that calm.
It was as though all the world's greatest horrors and deepest darkness were about to erupt, swallowing and destroying everything.
Auras of death, calamity, fear, curses, and annihilation spread in every direction, swirling fanatically around the figure at their center, paying homage to their one true king.
Yet Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Kugisaki followed him with their usual expressions, clearly unable to perceive the deeper darkness within Araki Itsuki.
"Why did it suddenly get a little cold?"
Yuji Itadori instinctively tightened his Jujutsu High uniform, pulling it closed over his chest. Then he looked up at the clear sky in confusion, muttering inwardly.
The sun's so bright, but it's getting colder and colder. Weird.
"Boss Araki, what are we doing now?"
At Yuji Itadori's question, Araki Itsuki finally stopped. He surveyed his surroundings and nodded in satisfaction.
Then he turned to the three of them and explained, "Ryomen Sukuna should have recovered his full strength by now. We'll end his boring life right here in a moment."
Megumi Fushiguro was startled. He hadn't expected the final showdown to begin so soon.
As for worrying about whether Araki Itsuki might lose...
He wasn't worried in the slightest.
*Tell me, how could we possibly lose