Shadow monarch vs King of curse {87}

As the life force of the three fallen monarchs merged with the shadowy essence that surrounded Kenzo, the battlefield became an ethereal tableau of triumph and transformation. The shadows, now infused with the formidable power of defeated rulers, whispered secrets of a newfound dominion.

Kenzo, the Shadow Monarch, cast a commanding gaze upon the amalgamated shadows that constituted his army. The once-mighty monarchs, now subservient shades within his domain, awaited their master's next decree.

"It's about time we leave this dungeon," Kenzo declared with an air of authority. His words resonated through the shadowy expanse, signaling a shift in the currents of power. The army of shadows, united under the banner of the Shadow Monarch, prepared to depart the battlefield.

Meanwhile back at Shibuya.

Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, felt the stirring of his consciousness as he was once again awakened. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the deep crimson orbs piercing through the darkness that surrounded him. The aura of malevolence radiated from his being, announcing his return to the waking world.

As his vision focused, he beheld the figure that had summoned him from his dormant state. Urahume, bowing before him, acknowledged the awakening of the cursed king. Her presence resonated with a mixture of reverence and apprehension, as if aware of the immense power she had unleashed.

Sukuna's gaze, cold and calculating, fell upon Urahume. The air thickened with the weight of his malevolence, and a sinister smile curved upon his lips. He observed her with a sense of curiosity, silently questioning the motive behind his resurrection and the one responsible for it.

"Urahume," Sukuna's voice rumbled, a low and ominous tone that echoed through the space. The atmosphere seemed to bend to his will as he addressed the one who had disturbed his slumber. The King of Curses, fully awakened, awaited an explanation from the one who dared to summon the harbinger of calamity.

Sukuna's malevolent gaze softened slightly as it fell upon Urahume, one of the few individuals granted the rare privilege of closeness to the King of Curses. The familiarity between them spoke of a history, an understanding that transcended the typical master-servant dynamic. Urahume, knowing the intricacies of Sukuna's preferences, held a unique position in the cursed king's world.

A faint smirk played on Sukuna's lips as he acknowledged Urahume's presence. "Urahume," he greeted with a tone that, while retaining its underlying intensity, carried a hint of familiarity. It was a greeting reserved for someone who held a certain significance in the enigmatic existence of the King of Curses.

The atmosphere shifted, the weight of malevolence momentarily tempered by the acknowledgment of a companion who knew the art of preparing Sukuna's favored dish—humans. The twisted bond they shared, built on understanding and utility, allowed for a peculiar camaraderie that set Urahume apart from the rest.

Sukuna, fully awakened and standing in the presence of the one who knew how to cater to his preferences, awaited not only an explanation but also the assurance that the disturbance that led to his awakening was well justified. The dynamics between them, veiled in the darkness of curses, hinted at a connection that went beyond the surface, an alliance forged through the macabre dance of shared interests and mutual benefit.

Urahume's respectful acknowledgment as she addressed him as "Master Sukuna" garnered a subtle nod from the King of Curses. Sukuna's eyes, gleaming with crimson malevolence, then shifted towards the presence of another figure in the room—Kenjaku.

Kenjaku's inquiry about whether Sukuna had fully taken over Yuji's body was met with a dismissive acknowledgment. "This brat's body is like a prison. I need another vessel," Sukuna declared, his tone carrying a sense of detachment as he considered his options.

The mention of Kenzo as a potential vessel lingered in the air, prompting Kenjaku to probe further. "Are you by any chance thinking of taking over Kenzo?" he inquired, seeking insight into Sukuna's intentions.

Sukuna's response revealed a thoughtful consideration. "I thought of it, but I wouldn't want to jump from one prison to another. It's a gamble with him, as his body can definitely handle and cage me better than this brat," Sukuna explained, showcasing a strategic mindset that went beyond mere impulsivity.

Kenjaku, seemingly accepting Sukuna's reasoning, stepped aside, revealing Shibuya in its entirety. Sukuna's gaze swept over the bustling streets, observing the unsuspecting crowds. The looming threat of a massacre hung in the air, a palpable tension that hinted at the chaos about to unfold.

"I wouldn't want to stop you from what you wish to do," Kenjaku conceded, paving the way for Sukuna's malevolence to be unleashed upon Shibuya—an ominous prelude to a calamity that awaited the unsuspecting city.

Sukuna's commanding voice cut through the atmosphere as he addressed Urahume. "Urahume, prepare the bath," he ordered. Urahume, still in a respectful bow, acknowledged with a simple "Yes" before gracefully leaving the presence of the King of Curses to carry out the assigned task.

As Urahume departed, Kenjaku, following suit, turned to leave the room. However, an unexpected interruption occurred as Igris materialized in front of them, his shadowy form unfolding to reveal Kenzo stepping out.

The sudden appearance of Kenzo marked a shift in the dynamics of the room. Sukuna's crimson gaze flickered from Igris to Kenzo, assessing the situation with an air of curiosity. Kenjaku, halted in his exit, turned to acknowledge the emergence of Kenzo.

A tense silence settled in the room, pregnant with unspoken intentions. The presence of these formidable entities, each with their own motives and allegiances, created an atmosphere charged with anticipation. The unfolding events hinted at an impending convergence of powers and a complex interplay of interests within the shadowed realms.

Kenzo's unleashed power reverberated through the heart of Shibuya, an ominous force that cast a dark shadow over the bustling city. The people in its vicinity couldn't help but feel the weight of an indomitable presence, a sensation that sent shivers down their spines.

Among those who sensed the unfolding power, Kenjaku felt a chill down his spine, a realization that what he was witnessing might transcend the formidable might of even Satoru Gojo. The magnitude of Kenzo's strength struck a chord of apprehension within him, painting a picture of a force that could rival or perhaps surpass the greatest sorcerer known.

On the other hand, Sukuna, the King of Curses, reveled in the chaos that was about to unfold. His malevolent grin widened, reflecting an eagerness to witness the impending spectacle. To Sukuna, the prospect of Kenzo's unleashed power promised entertainment of the highest order, a captivating display of carnage and destruction that aligned with his own chaotic nature.

"Oh you came toward your death"Sukuna said looking at Kenzo to which he just reply

"I would say the same to you"

"Such arrongance coming from you,do you think you can beat me brat"Sukuna said to which Kenzo reply

"Not think...i can beat you...you are no threat to me king of curse and i shall show you that"Kenzo said and before Sukuna could react Kenzo hands was on his face as he dragged Sukuna toward somewhere with no one around before he could react.

The battle between the Shadow monarch and the king of curse was about to start