The air crackled with tension as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the desolate landscape that had become an arena of fate. Jagged cliffs loomed around them, a contrast to the barren ground that was stained with the remnants of battles long forgotten. It was here that two legends of sorcery would clash, each representing a distinct era’s might. As Heian era Sukuna stepped forward, his intense presence commanded respect. Clad in traditional garments, he exuded an aura of ancient power, every inch of him resonating with the strength of a thousand battles. His eyes burned like flames, eager for conflict. “I’ve heard whispers of the strongest sorcerer of today. Are you truly worthy of the title?” From across the wasteland, Satoru Gojo smirked, adjusting his shinjuku battle clothing with an air of casual arrogance. “You’ll find out soon enough. It’s amusing that you cling to the past, Sukuna. Times have changed.” Sukuna’s lips curled in a sardonic smile. “You speak as if your strength makes you invincible. Let’s see how well you fare against my World Cutting Slash.” With those words, he unleashed an aura that ignited the ground beneath his feet, flames swirling around him like an uncontainable tempest. Gojo narrowed his eyes, observing the ancient sorcerer with the keen insight granted by his Six Eyes. “I can manipulate space, you know. Come at me with all you have.” Without hesitation, Sukuna raised his hand, chanting ancient incantations. The air thickened with anticipation as he called forth his domain: Malevolent Shrine. A sinister glow enveloped the arena, and without warning, thousands of slicing curses erupted all around them, their shimmering blades ready to tear through anything within the 200-meter range. “Impressive,” Gojo acknowledged, his tone still casual as he activated his Limitless technique. “But I’m not as easy to cut down as you think,” he said before warping the space around him, creating an invisible barrier that bent and twisted the incoming onslaught. Blades of cursed energy rained down, each one aimed with deadly precision. But they halted mid-air, suspended by Gojo’s manipulation of reality. “Your show of strength is commendable, but I’ll need more than that to break through,” he taunted, eyes radiating confidence as he watched with calm curiosity. “Arrogant fool!” Sukuna shouted, fueled by anger. He released his World Cutting Slash in a sweeping motion, an ethereal blade cleaving through reality itself, aimed directly at Gojo. The energy shimmered as it tore through the air, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. But Gojo remained unfazed. “Hollow Purple,” he declared, combining forces of red and blue, and soon a massive orb of purple energy formed in his outstretched hand. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it hurtling towards Sukuna. The collision of magic resonated through the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath them. The explosion sent shockwaves through the area, debris flying and the terrain morphing with the sheer force of their powers. Sukuna sidestepped with agility that belied his stature, the explosion narrowly missing him. “Is that all you’ve got, sorcerer?” He retorted, frustration lacing his voice as he worked to regain his footing among the rubble. “You’ll need to keep up!” Gojo shot back, determined to keep the momentum in his favor. He took a moment to reflect, recognizing the strength of his opponent but unwilling to back down. “Let’s see if you can handle more!” Gojo engaged with a rapid series of red and blue orbs, utilizing his abilities to pull Sukuna in while launching explosive attacks. The battlefield erupted into chaos as Sukuna fought back, deftly weaving between the blasts and returning fire. Mahoraga, the divine general he had tamed, materialized beside him, roaring fiercely. It adapted to the chaotic field of battle, ready to counter Gojo’s movements with its formidable presence. “Weakness lies in repetition,” Sukuna warned, smirking as he melded his attacks with Mahoraga’s. “And you’re becoming predictable.” With precise strikes, he unleashed a torrent of flames that danced around Mahoraga, engulfing the space with searing heat. Gojo narrowed his eyes, feeling the intensity of the flames as they danced dangerously close. “I think you misjudge me,” he said calmly as he activated his Reverse Cursed Technique. The damage done to his body began to heal as the flames retreated from his form, leaving him unscathed. “Too confident,” Sukuna remarked, launching himself forward with blistering speed, attempting to close the distance. He swung a hand, cutting through the air with tremendous force, leaving a fiery path in its wake. Gojo countered with a wave of energy, casting an explosive red orb that disrupted Sukuna’s approach. They clashed again and again, the sound of magic and might reverberating like thunder as the two sorcerers pushed each other to their limits. “You dance around the battlefield like a spark, but sparks can be snuffed out,” Sukuna declared, eyes blazing as he gathered his magic power into an overwhelming surge. “Let’s end this charade!” Gojo felt the energy shift, and for the first time, a flicker of uncertainty crossed his features. “What are you planning?” His curiosity piqued as he recognized the gathering intensity. “You’ve underestimated my adaptability.” “I don’t need to adapt. I just need to eliminate,” Sukuna declared as he steeled himself, calling upon the full power of his domain. “Prepare for oblivion!” In a flash, a wave of slicing curses surged through the air, swarming towards Gojo like a wild torrent ready to claim its victim. Gojo reacted instinctively, activating his Domain expansion. “Ryōiki Tenkai - Muryo Kusho!” he shouted as the field around him warped, paralyzing Sukuna momentarily with an overwhelming flood of information. But Sukuna fought back with everything he had. The power within him surged to combat the internal chaos of Gojo’s domain, and he summoned Mahoraga once more. “Adapt!” he shouted, the divine general leaping forward, absorbing the surge of informational energy and redirecting it outward in a destructive burst. The world around them trembled as both fighters began to tire, yet neither was willing to concede. The air was thick with despair as they engaged in one final clash, the flames of Sukuna’s ancient magic clashing against Gojo’s Limitless technique, creating a cataclysmic eruption of raw energy that lit up the night sky. As the dust settled, the remnants of their mighty battle lingering like an echo, Sukuna stood taller, the flames flickering out but his resolve unwavering. Gojo, staggering and breathing heavily, struggled to maintain his footing. “You underestimated me,” Sukuna stated, a victorious grin stretching across his face. “Once again, history repeats itself.” Gojo fell to one knee, breathless but with a glint of defiance in his eyes. “Not yet. I can still...” “Enough,” Sukuna interrupted, raising his hand. With a final strike, he unleashed a torrent of flames, extinguishing the remnants of Gojo's ability. In the face of overwhelming strength, Gojo succumbed to fatigue, unable to rise against the advancing power of the Heian era sorcerer. WINNER: Heian era Sukuna (The Strongest Sorcerer of History)