Gray-gold daylight slanted through the smoke and dust over Shibuya, spilling across swaths of ruined buildings and shattered walls.
Rubble littered the ground. Twisted rebar jutted from concrete like the bones of dead beasts.
Wind swept grit through the streets, striking broken glass with faint, sharp clinks. The entire neighborhood was as deathly silent as a vast graveyard.
Satoru Gojo hovered in midair, his robes snapping in the wind.
Blue's gravitational field silently bore down at an angle toward the street on the left, twisting a low hum out of the air.
An invisible force pushed Sukuna's body, driving him step by step toward the ruins of buildings that had mostly collapsed.
Hearing Sukuna's taunt, Satoru Gojo could not help retorting:
"Then why are you still using that face? Hoping I'll go easy on you?"
Before he had finished speaking, Qingxiao had already moved on the ground below.
"Why waste your breath on him?"
A quick step flowed into a slide. Cursed energy burst faintly beneath his feet as he accelerated over broken stones and debris, the crunch of rubble beneath his soles running together.
His lead hand feinted a jab at Sukuna's face. Before the dust stirred by its rush of air could settle, his rear hand had already driven a straight punch forward.
He wore the Xiqu Knuckle Dusters, their edges protruding half an inch between his fingers. The surrounding space warped slightly, and a heavy sense of pressure bore straight toward Sukuna's face ahead of the fist.
Fine streaks of black lightning spread ahead of his fist. Space warped and collapsed with them, and inky electricity spread along his knuckles before exploding outward.
It was Black Flash.
There was no blinding light, only the sharp crack of space being forcibly torn apart.
Black lightning hugged the leading