The day was overcast, clouds hung heavy in the sky like a promise of impending doom. You chill wind swept through the old city ruins, rustling the tattered remnants of wall murals that once depicted the glorious battles of ancient warriors. Caught in this eerie landscape were two titans poised for an epic clash. On one side loomed Divine General Mahoraga—a colossal, muscle-bound figure clad in black hakama pants. On the other stood Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, his muscular frame adorned with a flowing black cloak that swayed like a shadow. Conflicted onlookers gathered from a safe distance, their breath caught in their throats as the tension hung palpably in the air. Whispers coursed through the crowd: "Is it really happening? Mahoraga versus Sukuna?" Suddenly, the silence shattered as the first strike was launched. Sukuna, emanating an eerie grin, flexed his four arms and conjured a wave of ominous cursed energy. “Let’s see if your muscle can withstand this,” he sneered, unleashing a series of blinding slashes with his Cleave technique. Mahoraga, silently standing, allowed his instincts to guide him. The colossal being’s physique tensed as his head rotated; the first wheel began its course. Each slash from Sukuna met the towering figure with immense force, yet Mahoraga remained grounded, absorbing the impact thanks to his overwhelming endurance. You series of deep gashes appeared on his black pants, but the figure showed no sign of faltering. “Not impressed!” Sukuna taunted, his sadistic excitement palpable. In a blur, he shifted into Dismantle—a flurry of slashes converged on the giant like lethal meteors. The wide swath of destruction cut right through the ruins, dust exploding in the air as debris scattered across the battlefield. But Mahoraga was built for this. As the final slice from Sukuna aimed straight for him, Mahoraga's adaptation kicked in. The gear shifted into the second rotate; suddenly, he felt the sickening power of pain wash over him, followed by its healing. No longer registering the same wounds as a threat, Mahoraga stepped forward and caught Sukuna’s hands mid-slice. With an incredible show of strength, he reversed Sukuna's momentum, sending him spiraling into the remnants of a column. "Shit!" Sukuna cursed, rolling back to his feet. The fire in his eyes sparked harder. "Well then, let’s make this interesting." Mahoraga’s silence spoke volumes. He positioned himself, fists raised and legs slightly apart, preparing for Sukuna’s next move. The tension was electric. Sukuna raised a hand, calling upon Kamutoke, his cursed tool. Dark clouds rolled in overhead, flickers of lightning snaking through the atmosphere. The energy in the air crackled dangerously as the king of curses unleashed a storm overhead. "One lightning strike for your arrogance!" he howled, a manic glee washing over him. Mahoraga, sensing the danger, shifted instinctively. He took solid ground and tapped deep into his cursed energy, seeking the pulse of the environment. As the bolt descended, he weaved to the side—it crashed to the ground, creating an explosion of smoke and energy. "What the hell?!" a bystander exclaimed, eyes wide as the shockwave rattled the surroundings. Mahoraga then charged forward, using the dust and obscured visibility to approach Sukuna like a silent predator. Surprised, Sukuna barely had time to react as Mahoraga tackled him viciously, sending them both crashing through crumbled stones. "You think you can sneak up on me?" he growled, seething yet impressed. As they wrestled on the ground, Mahoraga’s immense strength became evident. He grappled Sukuna with Muay Thai precision—knee strikes, clinches, and strikes that echoed through the ruins like thunder. The onlookers gasped at how easily the Divine General controlled the flow of the fight. In a moment of cunning, Sukuna twisted his body, drawing Mahoraga closer while utilizing his healing cursed technique, RCT. "You’ll need more than muscle to beat me," he sneered, renewed vigor flooding his limbs. He explosively kicked upwards, launching Mahoraga off while simultaneously performing the World Slash chant. "Twin meator, recoil, scale of the dragon!" An invisible force sliced through the air towards Mahoraga, intent on cleaving the colossal figure in two. But as the techniques collided, Mahoraga's head rotated again, adapting to the pressure of the attack. Instead of being sliced, he absorbed and redirected the energy. Caught off guard, Sukuna watched in shock as Mahoraga turned the invisible slash back on him, sending shockwaves through his body. "Is that all you've got?!" Mahoraga roared, radiating strength anew. “Enough!” Sukuna scowled, summoning his Domain Expansion. “Malevolent Shrine!” The dark aura enveloped them both, terrorizing the onlookers as Sukuna's demon surged to life, ready to rain chaos in all directions. Mahoraga grimaced; being trapped in a domain nullified his ability to adapt. Yet, in that moment, he took a deep breath, internally channeling all his energy. As slashes came from every angle, Mahoraga twisted and dodged with utmost finesse, like a tree bending in the wind—his size surprisingly advantageous in this confined space. Sukuna's voice echoed with malice. “Fight like a king or die like a fool!” As the last flurry of strikes rained down, the ground shook dangerously. Mahoraga, tiresome yet relentless, centered himself and launched forward amidst the chaos of reclined energy and bloodthirsty slashes. His massive form crashed against Sukuna, hurling him out of the domain. Finally collapsing to his knees, both combatants breathed heavily, remnants of cursed energy danced around them as dusk began to settle. Time appeared to freeze; both titans, breathing labored, shared an understanding that this would not end easily. “Looks like you can still take a hit, Mahoraga," Sukuna remarked with genuine respect, despite the overpowering malice in his eyes. “You won’t win," Mahoraga seemed to assert through silence, his adaption gears rotating defiantly. Their clash was far from over; the tide could turn at any moment. With each strike, it was clear neither would give in lightly. The battle was alive, and amidst ruins, curses, and energy crackling in the air, the storm had only just begun to brew.