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The wheel shattered.

Each cut was different. Each cut was new. The wheel began to smoke. It was turning so fast it blurred—adapting, adapting, adapting to an infinite series of unique, never-repeated slashing attacks.

“But you forgot something, Divine General,” Sukuna said, and for the first time, he spoke the name of his true technique—not a chant, but a pronouncement .

Adaptation: Slashing attacks.

“Within my domain,” Sukuna said, stepping forward as Mahoraga froze mid-swing, “all techniques are guaranteed to hit. But more importantly…” He raised a single finger. “…I can choose not to kill you instantly.”

He had two minutes, maybe less, before Mahoraga became immune to everything he had shown. The wheel had turned four times. The fifth turn would grant it complete immunity to slashing, blunt, and thermal damage. The sixth would make it invulnerable to cursed energy itself.

The wheel fell, silent and broken. Mahoraga’s body dissolved into black motes, and Sukuna stood alone in the empty shrine, blood on his hands, a new understanding gleaming in his four eyes. He had not just killed Mahoraga. He had learned from it. The blueprint for how to bypass any defense. The seed of an attack that would, ten years later, become the World Cutting Slash. mahoraga vs sukuna blu ray

“If I use Fuga now,” Sukuna thought, “it will adapt before the ash settles. And then… nothing will work.”

The air in Shibuya had become a tomb of concrete and cursed residue. But within the station’s B5F, a different kind of physics reigned. To the naked eye, it was chaos; to a sorcerer, it was a theorem of annihilation being written in real-time.

Sukuna looked down at Yuji’s hands, still trembling from the borrowed power. The wheel shattered

He flicked his finger. A microscopic Cleave—barely a thought—sliced through Mahoraga’s ankle. The wheel turned. It adapted. Then Sukuna sliced the other ankle. The wheel turned. It adapted. Then his shoulder. Then his wrist. Then a hair-thin line across its throat.

He lunged. Not with a technique—with pure, malicious speed. His fist cratered Mahoraga’s sternum. The beast staggered, then swung its Sword of Extermination—a blade wreathed in positive energy, death to any cursed being. Sukuna twisted at the last possible frame. The blade grazed his cheek, and for the first time in a millennium, he felt a clean, sterile burn .

Sukuna began weaving through its attacks, but his arsenal was shrinking. Cleave was now useless. Dismantle was a breeze. Fire? He hadn’t used it yet, but Mahoraga’s body had already taken on a faint, heat-shimmering quality. Adaptation in progress: Thermal energy. The wheel began to smoke

“Yes,” Sukuna replied.

“Thank you for the lesson,” he said to the fading shadow of the Divine General. “Now I know how to kill anything .”