The subway station was eerily quiet as Mahito stood at one end, his disfigured minions surrounding him. He knew he was stronger than Geto, but he didn't let his guard down. Geto was a coward who liked to hide behind his cursed spirits. "Monkeys like you never learn," Geto sneered, summoning his spirits. They swirled around him, snarling and ready to attack. "You'll regret messing with the likes of me." Mahito chuckled darkly. Once he touched Geto, he could transform him into a disfigured human, just like the rest of his minions. But he had to be careful. Geto was cunning and had powerful magic defenses. The battle began. Cursed spirits attacked from all sides, but Mahito used his Body Repel to send them flying. He leapt into the air and launched an attack of miniature disfigured humans, sending them scurrying towards Geto. Geto waved his hand and they dissipated into thin air. "You think those toys can hurt me?" Geto sneered. "You're a fool." Mahito growled and charged, his fists transformed into deadly weapons. He slammed into Geto, delivering blow after blow. Geto's magic guard held up strong, but Mahito could feel it weakening. "I won't let you defeat me!" Geto roared, summoning a cursed spirit with powerful legs. It charged at Mahito, but Mahito dodged and struck at Geto's stomach. Geto grunted in pain, but he didn't falter. "You're weak," Mahito taunted him. "You rely too much on your spirits. They won't save you from me." The battle dragged on, each of them delivering heavy blows. Mahito was stronger, but Geto's endurance was impressive. They both knew it would take something big to end the fight. "Uzumaki!" Geto shouted, summoning a massive cursed spirit. It appeared in the air above Mahito, a swirling mass of black energy. Mahito dodged, but the spirit followed him, ready to crush him. Mahito smirked. He knew what he had to do. He focused his cursed energy and charged it into his fists. His movements blazed with speed as he darted around the cursed spirit, his fists glowing with dark power. With a mighty punch, he shattered the spirit, sending it exploding into the air like fireworks. Geto stumbled back, his magic guard crumbling. "You can't beat me," Mahito snarled, lunging at Geto. He touched him, and Geto's body twisted and transformed into a disfigured creature. It whimpered weakly, unable to fight. Mahito grinned in satisfaction. Geto was finished. "Not bad," a voice echoed through the station. Mahito spun around, his fists still crackling with energy. Gojo had arrived. His expression was unreadable as he studied the two cursed users. "I see you managed to take down Geto," he remarked, glancing at the disfigured creature on the floor. "But you should know better than anyone that cursed energy can't bring happiness. It only brings destruction." Mahito bristled. "I know what I'm doing," he hissed. "I don't need you to tell me anything." Gojo shrugged. "Suit yourself. But remember, cursing others will only lead to your own demise." Mahito snorted, turning to leave. He wasn't interested in listening to Gojo's preachy nonsense. As he walked away, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over him. He had won the battle, but was he really winning the war? Only time would tell.