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Of Two Worlds (Book 3) Chapter Twelve

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

Chapter Twelve: Duel

Mouse Note: Spoilers! Spoilers beware! I am starting at JJK Ch 222 and going on to the end from here. :)

Summary: Everyone prepares for Sukuna and Gojo's duel.

December 24th…

“Everyone is training hard,” said Nanami, watching Itadori spar with Higurama.

“I told you, you can’t fight,” said Ieiri, leaning back in her chair and smoking. “Your cursed energy is too unstable. It was all I could do to keep you alive. If you risk fighting—”

“I could fall apart, I know,” said Nanami. He disliked that he was now on the sidelines of the toughest battle in the last thousand years. If Gojo didn’t win against Sukuna, Nanami wouldn’t be able to help fighting. He couldn’t even go and search for (Y/N). She had made her declaration of leaving them behind and disappeared. Nanami’s heart ached. That was (Y/N)—the kid he’d seen grow up. He wanted to help her, but he was too weak.

“Don’t worry, Nanami!” Gojo walked into the room. “I’m going to win. After all, I’m the strongest.”

Nanami almost rolled his eyes at how carelessly unconcerned Gojo was. Instead, he just looked out at the students milling around and training together. “You better.” He didn’t want to watch these kids keep fighting. They should be allowed to be kids.

He looked at Yuuta as he came in from patrol. There were still an influx of curses post-Shibuya incident, so they were taking shifts going out to exorcise them. Inumaki walked with Yuuta, and the two nodded at Nanami and Gojo.

“Doesn’t look like you two got a workout,” teased Gojo.

No one could tell if he felt the gravity of the situation or not. He was still acting like Gojo. Nanami suspected that underneath everything he knew the stakes—Megumi’s death, Sukuna’s awakening, all that could go wrong—but Gojo was fundamentally Gojo. And that meant he put a smile on his face and was confident as ever.

“Bonito flakes,” said Inumaki.

“Yeah, not a lot of curses,” confirmed Yuuta. “Less and less everyday leading up to the battle.”

It was as if every curse and animal could feel that something big was going to happen soon and chose to retreat until the outcome was determined. The instinctual part of them connected to nature knew it wasn’t the time to risk being vulnerable and exposed.

“Was there any sign of—?”

“No,” said Yuuta, shaking his head. “Still nothing, Nanami-san.”

Nanami’s gaze went to the ground, and his crossed arms balled into fists. No sign of (Y/N). Where are you? “Thank you for looking,” said Nanami, nodding. Yuuta and Inumaki glanced at one another before walking out of the room.

“You’re still worried, aren’t you, Nanami?” said Gojo.

“Gojo,” said Ieiri. (Y/N) had been part of the reason Nanami was still alive. He almost died in front of her. The pair had always been close, so bringing up the other being in danger touched a nerve.

“Nox is out there,” said Nanami. He looked at Gojo and narrowed his eyes. “If Nox is alive, then he waited to reveal himself for a reason. And whatever that reason is, I don’t trust it.”

“He fought to protect (M/N) and (Y/N) when she was a child, though,” said Ieiri, letting out a puff of smoke. “It doesn’t seem like he wants (Y/N) hurt.”

“I don’t trust him,” said Nanami firmly.

“Relax, Nanami. I’ll defeat Sukuna, and then we’ll find (Y/N),” said Gojo. He grinned. “We’ll even fight Nox if we have to!”

“I just want her back safe,” said Nanami quietly. I want my kid back.

Gojo clapped Nanami on the back. “Relax, Nanami. Let us handle it.”

Nanami tensed as he watched Gojo walk out to meet his students. That was what he hated the most. He had to let everyone else handle it. He couldn’t do anything.

He couldn’t help (Y/N) if she needed it.

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“Good luck?” suggested Hakari.

“Don’t die?” said Panda.

“Nothing sounds quite right,” sighed Hakari.

“Yeah, he’s always won before,” said Panda.

Yuuta sweat-dropped and nodded.

“So why worry and cheer for him?” said Hoshi.

“Kelp,” said Inumaki.

“I do think he’d be pleased, though,” said Yuuta.

“If he’s overconfident, I’ll punch him before Sukuna does,” said Maki firmly.

The air crackled with energy, and everyone looked up. Gojo was walking down the stairs to leave the building. Utahime, Gakuganji, Ieiri, and Nanami walked down behind him. Everyone tensed, knowing what was about to happen.

“Sensei!” said Itadori, waving a hand. “Your cursed technique’s in the way.”

Gojo smiled slightly and laughed. He turned his back. “Give it to me!”

Itadori slapped Gojo encouragingly on the back. The other students looked on and smiled. Then, they joined in, and Gojo smiled as he walked through the crowd of students.

“Get ‘im, you blind-folded idiot!” said Maki.

“Prove your more than just a pretty face,” said Hoshi.

“Salmon!” said Inumaki.

“Let me know if you need help,” said Yuuta, grinning.

“Kick his ass, Gojo-sensei!” said Itadori.

Gojo smiled. “Yeah.” He raised his chin. “I got this.”

Nanami looked at the small group of students, teachers, and allies. Two faces were missing, and it left the room feeling empty.

(Y/N) and Megumi’s lack of presence haunted the remaining jujutsu sorcerers.

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�� “My deepest apologies,” said Uraume. “We were unable to find the last finger.” They handed over Sukuna’s nineteenth finger to the man in question.

“Not that we expected to,” said Ren as Sukuna ate the finger. “The Gojo likely has the last finger.”

“ ‘The Gojo?’ ” said Sukuna, raising a brow in amusement.

Ren ignored him and continued. “After all, he proposed to the higher-ups to stay the execution until the boy ate all of your fingers. It’s likely he has one of them stashed away somewhere to keep the execution on a permanent hold.”

Uraume nodded and then winced. Ren’s eyes went to them briefly. Despite their reverse-cursed technique, the injury Gojo had dealt to them was still aching.

“Don’t worry. I can compensate for one digit,” said Sukuna, waving a hand. He smirked at Ren and Uraume. “I’m going to kill Gojo Satoru, make this body just mine, and then have a celebration for all of it.” He grinned. “And not just for that—but for returning to you two, as well.”

“Until the body is your original one, we’re not doing anything,” said Ren.

“I concur,” said Uraume.

Sukuna had to struggle not to pout. “I can’t even have a kiss?”

“No,” said Ren and Uraume at the same time.

Sukuna scowled.

“You chose that body; you reap the consequences,” said Ren bluntly.

“We have another option to hurry things along,” said Uraume.

“This is the one I need for battling Gojo Satoru,” said Sukuna. “It has the cursed technique and face that can face him and his power the best.”

“That was not the plan,” said Ren.

“The plan had to adjust,” said Sukuna.

“Keep to the planned strategy,” said Uraume, addressing the current situation.

“Kill Gojo Satoru,” said Sukuna, smirking.

“Oh, good, you’re ready,” said Kenjaku, walking into the room as Sukuna spoke of killing. “I trust Ren organized everything?”

“Of course I did,” said Ren, crossing her arms.

“You’re quite helpful for a woman,” said Kenjaku.

Ren’s eyes narrowed, and Uraume scowled. The only reason they put up with Kenjaku—formerly Kamo Noritoshi who experimented on women to create half-curses—was to bring Sukuna back. Now…he was merely an annoyance.

“Would you care to rephrase?” said Sukuna, tilting his head challengingly.

“Your strategist has been useful,” said Kenjaku, waving a hand.

Uraume narrowed their eyes, and Ren moved on. Kenjaku would get what he deserved, whether she had to do it herself or not.

“Where is Nox?” said Ren.

“Still monitoring,” said Kenjaku.

“It went perfectly,” said Ren. “The moon cycle is finishing synchronizing tonight.”

“I told him that, but he’s excited,” said Kenjaku, shrugging. He chuckled. “You can’t blame him, he’s a father. I understand.”

“Because you raised your children?” said Ren, raising a brow. She was unimpressed by the lie.

“I’m going to let that comment slide because we’re on a schedule,” said Kenjaku.

“You’re going to let it slide because Ren is my wife and Uraume is my spouse, and you know the consequences of speaking to them like that,” said Sukuna lowly.

Kenjaku glanced at him, turned, and walked towards the door. He didn’t respond, but his intelligent decision to leave was obviously motivated by Sukuna’s words. “Don’t mess up the plan!” He waved.

“Dear?” said Ren, looking at Sukuna.

“Shall I continue with the plan?” said Sukuna, smirking.

“He asked to,” remarked Uraume.

“He did.” Sukuna raised a hand. “Cleave.”

As Kenjaku took a step out of the room, his body fell apart. Blood and gore hit the ground. Sukuna smirked. Uraume and Ren didn’t bother to look back.

“Finally,” said Ren.

“We had to put up with him for quite a while,” said Uraume.

“He served his purpose,” said Sukuna. He rose. “Now.” He smirked. “It’s time to prepare for our duel.”

“I’ll fetch your robes,” said Uraume.

“I’ll inform Nox,” said Ren.

“It’s time for Gojo Satoru to die,” said Sukuna. He looked out the window at the ruins of Shibuya. The sun was setting, turning the sky bloodred—as red as Gojo’s blood would spill.

By the time the sun disappeared in the sky, Sukuna would stand victorious.

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Inside a dark room, Nox knelt beside a cot. He held a still, cold body’s hand. He closed his eyes and whispered words of prayer to the moon, the stars, and all of the night sky. Under the icy skin, no pulse thrummed.

But he could feel the sun falling in the sky. He could feel the night approaching. Soon, the world would be swathed in inky blackness save the light of the stars and the silver shine of the moon.

Then, Nox would know. He would know if all his planning paid off. He would know if the ritual worked. He would know if the moon lived.

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“There is he,” said Sukuna.

He stood atop a skyscraper left at the edge of Ground Zero in Shibuya. A large crater spread out before him. At the other side of the debris, atop another building, a powerful, radiant cursed energy radiated outwards. Gojo had arrived for the duel. Where Sukuna wore white underneath a black robe, Gojo had a white robe over white pants and a black shirt. The pair were polar opposites, and they were about to clash.

Gojo took a deep breath as he listened to Gakuganji’s music and felt Utahime’s dancing. He closed his eyes as he remembered just how much he had lost—Geto, Yaga, Megumi—and how much he had to fight to protect who he cared about—down to killing the elders. His bright blue eyes opened to the sunset, shining like stars in the light.

It was time.

“Nine ropes—” Gojo put his hands together “—polarized light—” his cursed energy switched on “—crow and declaration, between front and back—” he put his hands out in front of him “—Hollow Purple!”

The energy exploded out at Sukuna. He raised his hands to block it, but, due to Ijichi’s barrier, he had misread Gojo’s output and not noticed the immense cursed energy. It hit him and the building. Stone broke apart into a million pieces and rained down on the ground.

Sukuna smirked as he stepped out of the rubble and dust clouds. It was the strongest sorcerer of a thousand years ago versus the strongest sorcerer, and Sukuna wanted a proper fight. Gojo floated down from his own building to land in front of him, and the pair gazed at one another.

“Just so there’s no misunderstanding, let me set you straight,” said Gojo, a wild look in his eyes. “You’re the challenger here.”

“Damn punk,” said Sukuna, narrowing his eyes—all four. “I’m the challenger? You’ve let catching me off-guard go to your head. Gojo Satoru, you’re just a fish on the cutting board. You may flop around a lot, but you’re still a nameless fish.” He raised his hands, and cursed energy flared into flares around them. “First, I’ll strip away your scales.”

“Then why’re you wearing that face?” Gojo dropped his white robe. “You wanted me to hold back, right? Too bad for you I’ve undergone special training. I can totally whale on Megumi. Dying once as Yuuji was a mistake.” Gojo smirked wildly. “I’ll worry about Megumi after I kill you.”

Sukuna struck, and Gojo blocked his attack. He pivoted and hit Sukuna, but Sukuna parried it. Cursed energy clashed and sizzled in the air. Gojo ducked under an attack and sent Sukuna flying into a wall with his Infinity. The pressure cracked the wall, and Sukuna crashed through it and several other barriers.

When he landed, Gojo was already rushing at him. Sukuna jumped back to dodge Gojo’s landing, and the bridge they stood on splintered into pieces. As the pieces fell, Gojo controlled his fall and through his hand up. Infinity shoved the shard Sukuna stood on into another building. Sukuna ran along the side of the slab of rock and jumped onto another roof. He jumped into the air and pointed at Gojo.

“Dismantle,” he said.

Gojo raised a brow as he felt nothing.

Slash!

The attack hit the high rise behind Gojo. He glanced back, and Sukuna lunged. He stole Gojo’s attention, forcing him to block the attack. All the while, the top of the skyscraper careened downwards towards them. Gojo grabbed Sukuna’s fist the next time he attacked and threw him into the building. It fell on both, but they crashed through a window and continued their battle inside. They tossed tables and chairs from the offices at one another, neither taking any real damage.

The building hit the ground. A thunderous crash echoed through the ruins of Shibuya, and Gojo and Sukuna emerged in a cloud of dust and smoke.

“I’m blaming you for all the damage,” said Gojo.

Sukuna smirked. “Like anyone will believe that.”

“Gah!” Gojo looked at the crows watching him. “Mei’s broadcasting this!”

“So, shall we make this interesting?” said Sukuna, raising his hands.

Gojo grinned. “Bring it, old man.”

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