The city lay in ruins, its skyline marred by the aftermath of countless battles. Crumpled buildings cast long shadows over the cracked pavement, and the air was thick with the smell of smoke and blood. It was here, in this devastated urban landscape, that two titans of sorcery would meet. Echoes of distant sirens broke the silence as Heian-era Sukuna, the Strongest Sorcerer of History, made his entrance. With an aura that radiated power, he stepped into the clearing, fiery crimson eyes piercing through the dust and debris that surrounded him. Clad in traditional garb, a tattered kimono that flowed in the slight breeze, he was the embodiment of a bygone era; a harbinger of calamity. “A modern sorcerer?” Sukuna's voice rolled forth, regal and mocking. “What brings you to this forgotten realm, boy?” Suddenly, from the shadows emerged Satoru Gojo, the Strongest Sorcerer of Today, his presence immediately commanding the space around him. Adorned in black Shinjuku battle clothing that clung to his athletic frame, Gojo flashed an arrogant grin. The pure blue of his eyes shimmered, the energy within them like a storm about to unleash. “Surprised to see me, Sukuna? Let’s just say I’m here to make history.” His voice dripped with confidence, tinged with a hint of playfulness. “You might want to take a good look. The future is going to end your reign.” “Quite the bravado,” Sukuna replied, unsheathing the cursed sword from his side, the weapon glistening ominously. “But remember, boy, history is written in blood, and yours will spill first.” The air crackled with tension as the two sorcerers sized each other up, the battlefield becoming an extension of their rising animosity. With a sudden movement, Sukuna chanted softly, an incantation that echoed through the ruins. The atmosphere trembled as slashes appeared in the air, each one ready to cut through the very fabric of existence. “World-Cutting Slash,” he warned, his voice low and threatening. “Do not blink, or it may cost you everything.” Gojo merely chuckled and activated his Limitless, a shimmering distortion around him that manipulated the space between them. “Cute tricks,” he said, his tone dismissive. “But I see the flow of energy. All your moves are like an open book to me. I can anticipate your every strike.” “Then come try,” Sukuna taunted, swinging his katana in a fluid motion. The air around him sliced apart, and invisible blades flew towards Gojo at incredible speed. But Gojo didn’t move; a swirling purple orb manifested between him and the oncoming slashes. Hollow Purple, a blend of destructive red and blue energies, surged forth, erasing the blades as though they were mere whispers against a roaring tide. “Impressive,” Sukuna acknowledged, his brows furrowing in concentration. “But this is just the beginning.” “The feeling’s mutual, but let’s step it up.” Gojo smiled, channeling energy into his palms, where he formed a small red sphere—a chaotic energy pulsing visibly. With a flick of his wrist, he launched it towards Sukuna, detonating on impact with a crackle that shook the ground. Sukuna dodged nimbly, engaging the agility of his response. His eyes flared as he conjured the Malevolent Shrine, expanding it in an arc around him. “You can’t escape this, Gojo! Cut what binds you!” He slashed his sword down, and a wave of fine, invisible blades erupted from the shrine, encircling the area in deadly intent. Gojo’s expression hardened. “So it’s a game of distance you want?” With a flash, he activated "Ryōiki Tenkai - Muryo Kusho", creating a domain that trapped Sukuna in a space where he was paralyzed by information overload—an endless loop of calculations racing through his mind, suffocating his senses. “But you underestimate my adaptability!” Sukuna snarled, forcing his way through the paralysis by sheer willpower. He focused, channeling energy to Mahoraga, the divine beast he had tamed, manifesting a colossal shape behind him—scales shimmering with an otherworldly glow, ready to defend him. Gojo’s eyes widened slightly as he adapted. “So you have a guard dog, how quaint.” He redirected his focus, summoning Blue in a bid to manipulate space and draw Mahoraga closer. “Let’s see if your beast can withstand my attacks.” The mighty beast lunged forward, but Gojo was ready. With a deft flick, he retracted Mahoraga’s momentum, sending it crashing into nearby ruins instead. The structure crumbled under the unimaginable force, dust and debris exploding outward. “Such destruction," Sukuna said, his voice booming with fury. “You think you can toy with me? I will cut down everything you hold dear, even your precious domain.” “Talk is cheap, Sukuna,” Gojo replied, fire igniting in his gaze. He unleashed another orb of Hollow Purple, inflating it until it became a sphere large enough to consume the entire area. It shot toward Sukuna with lethal intent. With a primal scream, Sukuna summoned all his magic power, channeling it into a final, desperate offensive maneuver. “‘World-Cutting Slash’!” he cried out, his voice reverberating through the shattered city. He slashed violently, meeting the impending orb with a strike fueled by centuries of sorcerous power. The explosion that followed left nothing but a cataclysmic sound, an echoed boom resonating across the horizon, the very ground beneath them cracking. As the dust began to settle, the remnants of their fight left deep scars on the battlefield. Sukuna stood with his katana poised, panting, blood trickling from numerous small cuts that marred his body. Gojo, who had shielded himself with Limitless, was also breathing heavily, but his grin remained firm. “This,” Gojo said, wiping the sweat from his brow, “is where you end, Sukuna.” Sukuna's eyes narrowed, bleeding energy radiating from his form. “I will not fall to a mere child of the present!” With that, the final clash began—a duel marked by sheer power. Gojo redirected space with precision while Sukuna's sword struck with searing intent. Each blow clashed against the other like titans at war, the remnants of the city's architecture crumbling further as the force of their battle wrought destruction. But as fatigue began to build, Gojo knew this could be the final moment. Timing his actions with deft precision, he unleashed the full scope of his energy into one final attack—the Blinding Light of Limitless imbued with the terrifying force of Hollow Purple. Sukuna charged forward, sword glowing ominously, his final cry reverberating throughout the scarred city. But it was too late. In an instant, the world around them shimmered, and all that remained was a blinding flash of light—Gojo’s attack completely overwhelmed Sukuna. When the light faded, Sukuna lay encased in a shimmering field of energy, his body suspended in defeat. WINNER: Satoru Gojo