In the empty subway station underneath the city of Shibuya, the air was thick with the smell of death as the war between cursed spirits, cursed users, and sorcerers raged on. Two of the fiercest fighters in the battle, Mahito and Yuji, were about to face off in a fight to the death. The tension between them was palpable, and the ground shook as they prepared to unleash their most powerful attacks. Mahito, with his sleek black hair and cold, calculating eyes, stood ready to face his opponent. His body was wiry and agile, a testament to the years of training he had undergone to master his cursed technique. Yuji, on the other hand, was a powerhouse of brute strength and determination. His fists were like hammers, and his eyes blazed with a fierce determination to win at any cost. The two fighters eyed each other warily for a moment, sizing each other up and preparing to strike. Suddenly, without warning, Yuji charged towards Mahito, his fists glowing with a powerful, otherworldly energy. Mahito was quick to react, however, darting to the side and unleashing a barrage of miniature monsters that dove towards Yuji, intent on taking him down. But Yuji was too fast, too skilled to be taken down by such a simple attack. He smashed through the army of miniature monsters with a single punch, then reeled back and launched himself towards Mahito again, his black flashes charged and ready to go. Mahito, however, was equally quick on the draw. As Yuji closed in, he transformed his entire body into a weapon, his hands elongating into razor-sharp claws that glinted in the dim light of the subway station. With a fierce growl, he lashed out at Yuji, seeking to shred him to pieces with his deadly claws. Yuji met the attack head-on, his fists glowing with a powerful, cursed energy that crackled and sparked around his body. He met Mahito's claws with a powerful punch that sent shockwaves rippling through the air, then followed up with a brutal kick to the stomach that sent Mahito reeling. For a moment, it seemed as though Yuji had won the fight. But Mahito was nothing if not resourceful. With a fierce growl, he activated his Self-Embodiment of Perfection technique, his body transforming once again into a horde of miniature monsters that swarmed all around Yuji, threatening to overwhelm him with their sheer numbers. Yuji, however, was not so easily defeated. With a fierce roar, he unleashed the full power of his divergent fists, his attacks hitting with incredible force and causing explosions to rock the subway station with every strike. Mahito fought back, his monsters growing larger and fiercer with every passing moment, but Yuji was relentless. Finally, with a deafening roar that echoed through the entire subway station, Yuji landed one final, devastating blow that sent Mahito crashing to the ground in defeat. The air was thick with the smell of blood and sweat as Yuji stood triumphantly over his defeated opponent, his fists still crackling with a powerful energy. "Looks like I win," he said, a smirk playing across his lips. Mahito glared up at him, his breathing ragged and labored. "You may have won this round," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But this war is far from over." And with that, he vanished into the shadows, leaving Yuji standing alone in the empty subway station, the echoes of his victory ringing in his ears.