In a deserted urban battlefield, shadows danced under the dim glow of flickering streetlights, debris strewn across the cracked pavement, remnants of a city long forgotten. The air crackled with a palpable tension as two figures faced each other, anticipation hanging thick like the smoke from a distant fire. With a flick of his wrist, Heian era Sukuna summoned flames that flickered and twisted in rhythm with his powerful aura. Clad in traditional garments that billowed in the wind, he exuded an ancient nobility mixed with overwhelming strength. Across from him, Satoru Gojo stood confidently in his Shinjuku battle attire, eyes obscured by dark lenses, but nonetheless radiating an unshakeable self-assuredness. “This is it, then? The strongest sorcerer of history against the strongest sorcerer of today?” Gojo smirked, his voice laced with a mixture of mockery and enthusiasm. “I must say, I expected something more… historic.” Sukuna’s fierce gaze narrowed, the flames swirling around him like living creatures, crackling in anticipation of the might he was ready to unleash. “You jest, but do not take me lightly, boy. The age of fire has not been forgotten; neither have the skills of those who wield it!” With a smirk unphased by Sukuna's warning, Gojo took a step forward. “I’m not one to shy away from a challenge. Show me what you’ve got, ancient sorcerer.” Suddenly, without warning, Sukuna raised a hand, an intricate chant beginning to form on his lips. The air thickened, the temperature rising as a power unseen began to gather. He focused, channeling energy into his signature attack—the World Cutting Slash. “You’ve made your choice! WCS!” A fierce arc of energy erupted from his hand, cutting through the space between them with terrifying precision. It moved like a blade of wind, its intent to slice through all and anything in its path. Gojo’s confidence flickered for a mere moment, but he quickly activated his Limitless ability, warping the space around him. The slashing energy dragged through the air, meeting an invisible wall. “Nice try, but you’ll have to do better than that!” Sukuna narrowed his eyes, the blaze around him intensifying. “You’re fast, but are you invincible?” Another chant, and from him erupted the domain expansion—Malevolent Shrine. The world shifted as dark blades appeared, slicing through the bitter air, their deadly intent marking the battlefield. The ground quivered, and a chilling wind swept by as the world was rended by invisible cuts. Gojo checked his stance, the six eyes of his unique ability flaring to life, allowing him to see the intricate flow of energy within the space. This was a tactic to overwhelm—yet his mind raced, strategizing on the move. “Incredible!” he shouted over the wind, his tone both amazed and exhilarated. “But I won’t allow you to just cut me down!” With a gesture, he unleashed his Blue technique, an attraction that sought to pull the very blades of Sukuna’s domain towards him. The dark blades bent and twisted violently, colliding before becoming a chaotic gathering of energy. Sensing the shift, Sukuna clenched his fists, fury flaring in his eyes. “That won’t save you! Ryōiki Tenkai - Muryo Kusho!” Gojo declared, and a surge of power erupted from him, invoking a domain that enveloped Sukuna in an overwhelming torrent of information, paralyzing him momentarily. “You think information will keep me still?” Sukuna channeled his untamed magic power, flaring his own energy and pushing through the domain’s oppressive confines. He gritted his teeth, fire erupting around him as he countered the paralysis, breaking free with an explosive burst of energy. “I won’t be stopped!” With a roar, he swung his arm wide, cleaving the air as if separating the very fabric of reality. The ground trembled, retaliating against Gojo’s earlier advance. The urban battlefield shook with their confrontation. Crumbling buildings bore witness to their power, windows shattering under the intensity of their clash. Gojo, feeling the weight of Sukuna's attack, recalibrated his focus. “You think you can take me down that easily?” His counters became strategic, summoning the explosive force of his Hollow Purple. A deep, ominous sphere formed between them—imperceptibly small at first, but swelling larger by the moment. “All things come to an end!” Gojo shouted, launching the orb towards Sukuna, the air vibrating with its concentrated destructive power. Sukuna's eyes widened at the sight as the orb raced towards him. Yet he was no stranger to overwhelming pressure; he called upon his inherent strength and surged forward as the massive sphere grew closer, slicing through the remnants of debris. With precision born of experience, he unleashed another World Cutting Slash in response, creating a counterattack that collided with Gojo's devastation. The resulting explosion released a shockwave that swept across the battlefield, debris and energy flooding into the air, an overwhelming not just of sight and sound but deeply felt in the bones. As the dust subsided, both sorcerers found themselves momentarily winded. For an instant, they regarded each other, equal parts thrill and respect mingling with the scent of smoke and ash. “Impressive,” Gojo remarked, leaning against a broken pillar, adjusting his glasses. “But let’s see how you handle this!” With a sudden shift, Gojo summoned another boundless force, his Red technique generating small explosive orbs. They whirred toward Sukuna, a barrage of destructive potential. Each explosion cast shadows, and the ground splintered beneath the intensity of the unleashed energy. Sukuna, quickly gathering his resolve, deflected the blasts with his fire manipulation, the flames dancing around his arms as he twisted unpredictably to evade the worst of the detonations. But Gojo was agile, following him with tactical prowess. “Nothing can escape the true power of fire!” Sukuna proclaimed fiercely, realizing he had to step it up. “Know now the breadth of my strength!” He gathered his fire anew, intent on showcasing every ounce of his might. As he unleashed a demonic roar, flames shot forth, spiraling out toward Gojo like a fiery serpent. Gojo responded with swift calculations; he activated his Limitless ability again, warping the space around the attack and narrowing it down to protect himself. “Looks like we’re both just getting started!” Gojo’s voice echoed through the destruction. Yet, in the chaos, Sukuna saw an opening. Capitalizing on the distraction of shifting attacks, he prepared for a final move. The enchantment grew on his lips once more, the air around him sharp and humming with raw power. “One last strike! Witness the might of the strongest!” With a monumental effort, he called upon the ultimate incantation, his concentration burning within him. The glowing silhouette of the World Cutting Slash manifested in his palm. “You will see how history remembers me!” In one sweeping motion, the attack tore through the ground, creating a fissure of energy that lanced toward Gojo. It bore down with a fervor unmatched, a predatory advance that brooked no possibility of evasion. “Not today!” Gojo retaliated, his eyes wide open with focus. But the sheer ferocity of Sukuna’s attack was relentless, the ground beneath him cracking as the cut blazed towards him, cutting through intentions and defenses alike. With one final, desperate push, Gojo expanded his Hollow Purple to increase its size, direct and formidable to erase what confronted him. The two mightiest of sorcerers collided once more, their powers intertwining in fateful destruction. A flash engulfed the battlefield as Sukuna’s strike met Gojo’s erasure. But as the blinding light dimmed, one figure remained standing amidst the fallout. Sukuna staggered slightly, yet his fierce determination held strong, visibly strained but alive. Gojo, on the other hand, fell to one knee, his body battered and the energy of his own techniques dissipated. A flicker of disbelief crossed his features as he succumbed to the overwhelming fatigue of battle, surrendering to the ground. Sukuna stood victoriously, flames flickering around him as the remnants of energy settled, echoing through the silence that followed the storm of their showdown. WINNER: Heian era Sukuna (The Strongest Sorcerer of History)