The sun hung low in the sky, casting an ominous glow over the deserted urban landscape. The streets lay in ruins, crumbling under the weight of countless battles fought in the shadows of cursed spirits and sorcerers. In the center of this chaos stood Yuta Okkotsu, his eyes trained on a figure that loomed before him, a presence undeniably powerful—the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. Sukuna smirked, his four eyes gleaming with a mix of malice and excitement. He relished the fact that he stood poised to engage in a battle that would echo through the annals of history. Yuta felt the weight of expectations on his shoulders; with Rika at his side, their connection stronger than ever, he wouldn't falter in the face of the legendary curse. "You're going to regret stepping into my domain, Sorcerer," Sukuna taunted, his voice laced with a menacing undertone. With a swift gesture, he began to conjure his Domain Expansion, and as the world around him warped into the grotesque form of the Malevolent Shrine, Yuta felt his heart race—a warning of the danger ahead. "Rika, you know what to do," Yuta commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos unfolding around him. From behind him, Rika manifested partially, her form glowing with cursed energy. Her presence added a reassuring layer of power, a reminder that like the cursed spirit, they were ready to defy fate together. As Sukuna unleashed a barrage of invisible slashes, Yuta dodged with extraordinary reflexes, the ground beneath him eruptions as the slashes tore through pavement as if it were paper. He summoned his copied cursed techniques, weaving them together in a dance of destruction and defense. Rika's protective aura flared around him, absorbing a portion of the lethal attack. "Is that all you've got?" Yuta retorted, thrusting his sword forward as he invoked his own Domain Expansion, Authentic Mutual Love. The arena shifted, resonating with their intertwined fates as Yuta's techniques flowed seamlessly into his attacks, empowering him with each encounter he had faced. "Impressive, but still insufficient," Sukuna replied, narrowing his eyes. He channeled immense cursed energy into his strikes, and with a swift motion, he unleashed his hellfire arrows. The blazing projectiles sped towards Yuta, a trail of fire in their wake. Rika instinctively flared her presence, intercepting the arrows with a wall of cursed energy that crackled and surged. Though the arrows were deflected, the aftershock of the impact dispersed deadly energy, forcing Yuta to pivot and press the attack. "Now!" Yuta shouted, targeting Sukuna with a flurry of rapid strikes, drawing on the combination of techniques he had copied over his journey. In a divine dance of martial proficiency, he wove through Sukuna’s defenses, slashing and thrusting, pushing the King of Curses on the backfoot for a fleeting moment. Sukuna's grin widened, amusement in his eyes. "You're quite adept, I’ll give you that. But how long can you keep this up?" He pivoted, his body a blur as he countered Yuta's advances, the cursed sorcerer's movements barely perceptible. With a sudden surge of cursed energy, he retaliated with an overwhelming series of slashes aimed at Yuta's midsection. Yuta barely managed to evade, feeling the vicious wind rush past him as Rika unleashed a flurry of energy blasts, covering him. Each attack was crafted with precision, targeting Sukuna’s weak points as the King of Curses retaliated with lethal intent. The air was charged with tension, each moment threatening to unravel into chaos. "You really thought you could play at being a king?" Sukuna snarled, launching himself toward Yuta with blistering speed. Energies clashed as Yuta loaded his weapons with cursed techniques, meeting Sukuna head-on. Every impact reverberated through the air, sending shockwaves that rattled the remaining buildings around them. The ground cracked underfoot, testaments to the titanic struggle taking shape. In a moment of desperation, Yuta activated a newly copied technique—a hybrid of all the skills he had accumulated. "Cursed Technique Reversal!" he shouted, unleashing a wave of energy that rebounded against Sukuna. For just a heartbeat, the cocky smirk dropped from Sukuna’s face as the attack caught him off-guard, the surprise allowing Yuta to press the offensive with newfound momentum. Sukuna stumbled back, rage and confusion flashing in his eyes. "You… you think you've won?!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the ruins. The curse calmed himself, letting his innate powers swell within him like a tempest. With an explosive roar, he activated his own ultimate move—a burning hellfire arrow aimed directly at Yuta’s heart. In an act of desperation, Yuta called upon Rika fully, merging their strength as he met the burning arrow with all of his cursed techniques combined. The clash between their powers sent shockwaves across the battlefield, an experience akin to a moment of silence in an ongoing storm. The light illuminated the ruins, and for a moment, it seemed as if the world paused—until it erupted with brutal force. As the dust settled, both combatants revealed their forms, battered yet unyielding. Yuta stood tall, though fatigue washed over him; Sukuna, too, seemed to exude a volatile energy as he clutched a wound upon his body. Their eyes locked, a testament to battle-honed respect even amidst utter enmity. And though their energies seemed equally matched, there was a feeling of indefinite conclusion in the air—a shared understanding that neither could afford to relent. It was a match of titans, caught in a game of cunning, power, and fate unfurling. In the end, it remained uncertain who would achieve victory in the ongoing clash—an endless battle between the vengeful King of Curses and the resilient sorcerer burdened with the soul of his past. Each round bore no clear winner but echoed with the potential for legends to be born anew.