Hiro Vs Sukuna

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the city as Hiro sat in a plush armchair, his fingers idly tapping against the leather armrest. The room, situated high in a nondescript office building, had been commandeered as a temporary headquarters for the jujutsu sorcerers. The air was thick with tension, a palpable sense of anticipation hanging over everyone present.

Hiro cut an impressive figure in his impeccably tailored black suit, the crisp white shirt beneath providing a stark contrast. His tie, a deep blue that matched his eyes, was knotted perfectly at his throat. He looked more like he was headed to a high-stakes business meeting than a battle that would determine the fate of the world.

Kokichi, never one to let silence linger for too long, piped up from his perch on the windowsill. "Why are you wearing a suit?" he asked, his tone a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "You're going to fight Sukuna, not walk down the aisle."

Hiro's lips quirked up in a small smile, his eyes meeting Kokichi's in the reflection of the window. "Every clan has its own official attire," he explained, his voice calm and steady. "Here in Japan, it's kimonos. For the Miller clan, it's formal suits."

Yuta, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, nodded in understanding. "Makes sense," he mused. "After all, you are American."

The room fell into silence once more, broken only by the soft click of Shoko's lighter as she lit a cigarette. The acrid smell of smoke filled the air, causing Hiro to wrinkle his nose slightly.

"I thought you'd quit," Hiro said, turning to look at Shoko with a raised eyebrow.

Shoko took a long drag before responding, her eyes meeting Hiro's with a mix of defiance and worry. "I only do it when I'm very tense," she admitted, her voice slightly rough from the smoke.

Hiro's expression softened, a reassuring smile spreading across his face. "Relax," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "I'm going to win. I've got an ace up my sleeve."

Shoko couldn't help but return his smile, though the worry never quite left her eyes. "That's good to hear," she said softly.

Yuta glanced at his watch, his expression growing serious. "It's almost time, Hiro," he said, pushing himself off the wall.

Hiro nodded, rising to his feet in one fluid motion. He buttoned his jacket, smoothing out any imaginary wrinkles. "Alright," he said, his voice filled with determination. "Let's go."

As they made their way down to the reception area, the tension seemed to grow with each step. The elevator ride was silent, each person lost in their own thoughts about the impending battle.

When the doors slid open, they were greeted by a crowd of familiar faces. Maki stood near the front desk, her usual stoic expression in place. Beside her were Panda, Inumaki, Hakari, Kirara, Itadori, and Kugisaki. The air was thick with unspoken words and nervous energy.

Hakari was the first to break the silence, his voice carrying a hint of awkwardness. "So, what are we supposed to say? Good luck?"

Kugisaki scoffed, rolling her eyes. "He's so full of himself, he'd probably be offended if that's all we said," she muttered. "He's probably expecting us to call him our savior and say we don't deserve him."

Panda nodded sagely. "Probably," he agreed, his mechanical voice somehow conveying amusement.

Kirara tilted her head, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Is he really still that arrogant? I thought he might have changed."

"Salmon," Inumaki contributed, his cursed speech as cryptic as ever.

Maki's lips twitched in what might have been a suppressed smile. "He's such an idiot," she said, her tone fond despite her words. "They're probably right."

Itadori, ever the optimist, stepped forward. "Come on, guys," he said, his voice earnest. "Give senpai the benefit of the doubt."

Choso, who had been standing with Kusakabe, Mei Mei, Utahime, Gakuganji, Kashimo, Miwa, and Kamo, approached the group. "What's wrong, brother?" he asked Itadori, concern evident in his voice. "Is everything okay?"

Kugisaki threw her hands up in exasperation. "Nothing's okay," she exclaimed. "We need to give Hiro-senpai a gift or something. He's liable to throw a tantrum otherwise."

As the group continued their good-natured bickering, the sound of footsteps on the stairs silenced them all. All eyes turned to watch as Hiro descended, flanked by Yuta and Kokichi, with Shoko following close behind.

The change in Hiro was immediately apparent. Gone was the cocky grin and relaxed posture. In its place was an expression of intense concentration, his blue eyes sharp and focused. The air around him seemed to crackle with barely contained energy.

As Hiro reached the bottom of the stairs, he noticed the sudden silence that had fallen over the room. His companions were staring at him, a mix of emotions playing across their faces. Uncertainty, worry, and a touch of awe were evident in their expressions.

"What's wrong?" Hiro asked, his voice cutting through the silence. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

For a moment, no one moved. Then, as if a spell had been broken, smiles began to spread across the faces of his friends and comrades.

Kugisaki was the first to step forward, her earlier complaints forgotten. "Kick Sukuna's ass, senpai!" she exclaimed, giving Hiro a solid pat on the back that would have staggered a lesser man.

Maki followed suit, her usual stoic expression softening slightly. "Don't do anything stupid out there," she said, her tone gruff but affectionate as she gave Hiro's shoulder a squeeze.

Itadori bounded up, his enthusiasm infectious. "You've got this, Hiro-senpai!" he cheered, his fist bumping against Hiro's arm. "Show Sukuna what you're made of!"

Hakari stepped forward, a cocky grin on his face. "Give him hell, Miller," he said, clapping Hiro on the back. "And try not to wreck the entire city, yeah?"

Panda's mechanical voice chimed in next. "Statistically speaking, your chances of victory are... actually, I'd rather not calculate that. Just win, okay?"

"Bonito," Inumaki added, which everyone took as a sign of encouragement.

Yuta and Kokichi, standing on either side of Hiro, shared a look before simultaneously ruffling Hiro's perfectly styled hair. "Don't let it go to your head," Yuta said with a smirk.

"Yeah, we still think you're an idiot," Kokichi added, his grin taking any sting out of the words.

Hiro endured the barrage of well-wishes and friendly jabs with grace, a warm smile spreading across his face. The tension in the room seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose.

As the noise died down, Hiro looked around at the gathered sorcerers, his expression growing serious once more. "I promise," he said, his voice ringing with conviction, "I'll come back. We'll all celebrate together when this is over."

With those words, Hiro turned and strode towards the exit, his steps sure and purposeful. As he pushed open the doors, the late afternoon sun bathed him in a golden glow, as if nature itself was acknowledging the momentous task that lay ahead.

Across the city, on the rooftop of a towering skyscraper, Sukuna sat perched on the edge, his legs dangling over the precipice. The wind whipped around him, but he remained perfectly still, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

Uraume stood a respectful distance behind him, her voice barely audible over the howling wind. "They never agreed on a specific time for the battle," she observed, a hint of concern in her tone.

Sukuna's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Don't worry," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "It won't be long now."

As if on cue, Sukuna's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he sensed a massive surge of power emanating from the city center. His smile widened, revealing sharp teeth that glinted in the fading sunlight.

Without a word, Sukuna stood, his form blurring as he moved with inhuman speed towards the source of the power. Uraume followed, her own movements graceful and swift, but unable to match the sheer speed of the King of Curses.

In the blink of an eye, Sukuna landed in the middle of a wide street, his feet barely making a sound as they touched the asphalt. Across from him, standing tall and resolute, was Hiro Miller.

The two figures faced each other, the air between them seeming to shimmer with the intensity of their auras. It was a sight straight out of legend - the strongest sorcerer of tomorrow facing off against the strongest sorcerer in history. They were about to battle not just for the peace of the world, but for the title of the strongest.

Hiro's lips curved into a confident smile, his blue eyes gleaming with determination. "Just so you know," he called out, his voice carrying clearly across the empty street, "you're the challenger here. The strongest is still Gojo-sensei, and in his absence, I'm his substitute."

Sukuna's eyes narrowed at Hiro's words, a mix of amusement and irritation flashing across his features. "Bold words from a brat who hasn't even lived a fraction of my lifetime," he sneered, his malevolent aura intensifying. "Let's see if you can back them up with action."

The two sorcerers stood motionless, sizing each other up. The air crackled with tension, the very atmosphere seeming to hold its breath in anticipation of the clash to come. In the distance, the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and red - a fitting backdrop for the battle that would determine the fate of the world.

Hiro's mind raced, going over his strategy one last time. He knew he couldn't match Sukuna in raw power or experience, but he had other advantages. His training, his unique techniques, and most importantly, the support and faith of his friends and comrades. He thought of Shoko's worried eyes, of Maki's gruff encouragement, of Yuta and Kokichi's unwavering friendship. He thought of Gojo-sensei, wherever he might be, and hoped he was watching.

Across from him, Sukuna's grin widened, his bloodlust palpable. The King of Curses had waited centuries for a worthy opponent, and now, finally, he had found one. Whether Hiro lived up to his boast or not, Sukuna was determined to enjoy every moment of this battle.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared, plunging the city into twilight, both sorcerers tensed, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The battle for the fate of the world, for the title of the strongest, was about to begin.

In that moment, as Hiro faced down the most fearsome opponent in jujutsu history, he felt a strange sense of calm wash over him. This was what he had trained for, what he had prepared for all these years. Win or lose, he would give everything he had in this fight.

With a deep breath, Hiro settled into a fighting stance, his body crackling with blue electricity. Across from him, Sukuna's form seemed to blur, dark energy swirling around him like a malevolent aura.

For a heartbeat, the world seemed to hold its breath. Then, as if responding to some unspoken signal, both sorcerers moved simultaneously, their forms blurring with speed as they charged towards each other.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the stillness shattered.

Hiro moved first, his body blurring with speed as he closed the distance between them. His fist, crackling with blue electricity, shot towards Sukuna's face with devastating force. But the King of Curses was ready, his own hand coming up to deflect the blow with inhuman precision.

The impact of their collision sent shockwaves rippling through the air, shattering nearby windows and sending debris flying. Neither combatant seemed to notice, already engaged in a flurry of strikes and counters that defied human perception.

Hiro's fighting style was a perfect blend of raw power and technical skill. Each punch was thrown with calculated precision, each kick aimed at vital points. His body moved with fluid grace, years of training evident in every motion.

Sukuna, for his part, seemed to revel in the exchange. His movements were almost lazy, yet each dodge and block was executed with perfect timing. A cruel smile played on his lips as he weathered Hiro's assault, occasionally throwing in a counterattack that forced the younger sorcerer on the defensive.

In the building where the other jujutsu sorcerers had gathered, all eyes were glued to the array of monitors displaying the battle. Thanks to Mei Mei's crows and Kokichi's technology, they had a bird's eye view of the titanic clash.

Kusakabe's jaw dropped as he watched the impossibly fast exchange of blows. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered, his voice a mixture of awe and disbelief. "Those two are ridiculously fast."

Back on the battlefield, the tide of the fight began to shift. Hiro, pushing himself to his limits, began to move even faster. His movements became a blur of blue light, his strikes carrying even more power than before.

Suddenly, he saw an opening. With lightning-fast reflexes, Hiro pivoted on his heel, channeling all his momentum into a single, devastating punch. His fist connected solidly with Sukuna's jaw, the impact resonating like a thunderclap.

Sukuna staggered back, momentarily stunned by the force of the blow. But his surprise quickly gave way to excitement, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light.

"Not bad, brat," he growled, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. "But let's see how you handle this!"

With a wave of his hand, Sukuna unleashed a barrage of slashing attacks, the air itself seeming to become razor-sharp. But Hiro was ready.

His eyes flashed with electric blue light as he activated his Divine Eyes. Instantly, a shimmering barrier of magnetic energy sprang into existence around him. Sukuna's slashes hit the barrier and dissipated, unable to penetrate Hiro's defense.

Sukuna clicked his tongue in annoyance, his eyes narrowing as he reassessed his opponent. Hiro, meanwhile, allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction.

'If I have any chance against Sukuna,' Hiro thought to himself, 'it's with my Divine Eyes. I spent this entire month refining this technique, making it more durable. Now I can maintain the barrier for days if necessary.'

Seeing that his usual attacks were ineffective, Sukuna's expression turned serious. He brought his hands together, a dark energy swirling around him. Hiro, recognizing the gesture, mirrored the action, his own energy crackling around his form.

"Domain Expansion," they both intoned simultaneously.

"Malevolent Shrine," Sukuna declared, his voice resonating with malevolent power.

"Gateway to Heaven," Hiro countered, his own voice filled with determination.

The air shimmered as both domains began to manifest, each sorcerer attempting to impose their will on reality itself. Sukuna's Malevolent Shrine emerged first, the familiar blood-red structures materializing around them. But Hiro's domain fought back, bolts of lightning arcing across the sky and ground, a massive ethereal gate materializing behind him.

For a moment, it seemed as if the two domains might reach a stalemate. But slowly, inexorably, Sukuna's domain began to overpower Hiro's. The young sorcerer gritted his teeth as he felt the Malevolent Shrine's influence wash over him.

Hundreds of invisible blades began to slice at Hiro's body, each cut precise and deadly. Blood sprayed as the attacks found their mark, but Hiro refused to fall. Instead, he activated his Reverse Curse Technique, his body beginning to heal even as it continued to sustain damage.

"You won't escape," Sukuna growled, closing the distance between them in an instant. His fist slammed into Hiro's stomach with bone-crushing force, driving the air from his lungs.

Hiro stumbled back, gasping for breath. But even as he struggled, his mind raced, formulating a new strategy. With a grunt of effort, he activated his Simple Domain, accelerating his healing process even further. It was a risky move, one that drained his cursed energy at an alarming rate, but it was his best chance at survival.

Back in the observation room, the gathered sorcerers watched the battle with bated breath.

"Hiro's going to have a hard time overpowering Sukuna's domain," Kusakabe observed, his brow furrowed with concern. "He trained all month for this, but he still needs time to build up his technique."

Kokichi nodded grimly. "And looking at Hiro's current state, it's going to be difficult for him to manage that."

Maki, however, remained stoic, her eyes never leaving the screen. "Hiro is a natural-born fighter," she said, her voice filled with quiet confidence. "No matter the opponent, he always fights on equal terms. And his eyes are special - the more he fights, the stronger he becomes."

On the battlefield, Hiro and Sukuna continued their deadly dance. Despite the constant barrage of attacks from the Malevolent Shrine, Hiro refused to back down. He pushed through the pain, his body moving on instinct honed by countless hours of training.

Suddenly, Hiro saw an opening. Gathering his remaining strength, he lunged forward, his fist connecting solidly with Sukuna's solar plexus. The King of Curses' eyes widened in surprise as the air was driven from his lungs.

Not wasting a moment, Hiro followed up his attack. He pointed his fingers at the stunned Sukuna, channeling his cursed energy into a concentrated beam. The red lightning shot forth, striking Sukuna square in the chest and sending him flying back into the structures of his own domain.

The impact was catastrophic. Sukuna crashed through several of the shrine's pillars before coming to a stop, his domain flickering and destabilizing from the damage inflicted on its caster.

For a moment, silence reigned on the battlefield. Hiro stood, panting heavily, his body battered but his spirit unbroken. Across from him, Sukuna slowly rose to his feet, his expression a mixture of pain and... excitement?

"Interesting," Sukuna mused, brushing debris from his shoulders. "You're full of surprises, aren't you, brat?"

Hiro didn't respond, conserving his energy for the next round. He knew that despite the damage he'd inflicted, Sukuna was far from defeated.

Sure enough, the King of Curses straightened up, his injuries already beginning to heal. "Let's see how you handle this," he growled, bringing his hands together once more.

Hiro's eyes widened as he realized what was coming. Despite his exhaustion, he mirrored Sukuna's gesture, gathering what remained of his cursed energy.

"Domain Expansion," they both called out once again.

In the observation room, Kusakabe's jaw dropped. "Again?" he exclaimed, disbelief evident in his voice. "He needs to change his strategy!"

The others watched in tense silence as the two domains began to manifest once more. Hiro's Gateway to Heaven seemed weaker this time, the ethereal structures flickering uncertainly. Sukuna's Malevolent Shrine, on the other hand, emerged stronger than ever, fueled by the King of Curses' excitement at facing a worthy opponent.

The battle between Hiro and Sukuna had reached a fever pitch, their clash shaking the very foundations of the city. As Sukuna's Malevolent Shrine began to crumble under the onslaught of Hiro's electric attacks, the young sorcerer saw an opening. With lightning-fast reflexes, he darted forward, his fist crackling with blue energy as he aimed a devastating punch at Sukuna's solar plexus.

The impact was thunderous, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. Sukuna's eyes widened in surprise as the air was driven from his lungs, his body flying backward through the collapsing structures of his own domain. For a moment, the battlefield fell silent, save for the sound of crumbling debris and Hiro's labored breathing.

Across the city, in the makeshift command center, the gathered sorcerers watched the battle unfold with a mixture of awe and trepidation. Kusakabe's jaw dropped as he witnessed Hiro's counter-attack. "Incredible," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "He actually managed to break through Sukuna's defenses."

But their momentary elation was short-lived. As the dust settled, Sukuna rose to his feet, brushing off the debris with an almost casual air. His eyes gleamed with a predatory light, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Interesting," he mused, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "You're full of surprises, aren't you, brat?"

Hiro didn't respond, conserving his energy and focusing on his next move. He knew that despite the damage he'd inflicted, Sukuna was far from defeated. The King of Curses straightened up, his injuries already beginning to heal at an alarming rate.

"Let's see how you handle this," Sukuna growled, bringing his hands together once more. Hiro's eyes widened as he realized what was coming. Despite his exhaustion, he mirrored Sukuna's gesture, gathering what remained of his cursed energy.

"Domain Expansion," they both called out simultaneously, their voices echoing across the devastated cityscape.

In the observation room, Kusakabe's disbelief was palpable. "Again?" he exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch. "He needs to change his strategy!"

The others watched in tense silence as the two domains began to manifest once more. Hiro's Gateway to Heaven seemed weaker this time, the ethereal structures flickering uncertainly. Sukuna's Malevolent Shrine, on the other hand, emerged stronger than ever, fueled by the King of Curses' excitement at facing a worthy opponent.

As the two domains clashed, it quickly became apparent that Hiro's was at a disadvantage. The young sorcerer gritted his teeth, pouring every ounce of his remaining energy into maintaining his domain. But it wasn't enough. Slowly but surely, Sukuna's Malevolent Shrine began to overpower Hiro's Gateway to Heaven.

In that moment of desperation, Hiro made a split-second decision. He sacrificed raw power for endurance, causing his domain to flicker and weaken even further. But as it did so, a network of electric currents began to spread throughout the structure, reinforcing it from within.

Sukuna, noticing the change, let out a mocking laugh. "Very clever," he sneered, "but ultimately futile."

The King of Curses unleashed a barrage of slashing attacks, each one precise and devastatingly powerful. They tore through the outer layers of Hiro's domain, causing it to crumble and fade. But as they did so, they encountered the electric network Hiro had woven throughout his domain.

The result was explosive. Sukuna's attacks, infused with Hiro's electricity, rebounded through the Malevolent Shrine, causing widespread destruction. Pillars cracked and crumbled, the very fabric of Sukuna's domain beginning to unravel.

Seizing the moment, Hiro activated his Simple Domain, a last-ditch effort to protect himself from the chaos unfolding around him. "It's too late," he declared, his voice filled with grim determination.

With a gesture that seemed to defy his exhaustion, Hiro extended his fingers towards Sukuna. "Blue Lightning," he intoned, his voice barely above a whisper.

A sphere of crackling blue energy formed in his palm, growing rapidly in size and intensity. Then, with a sound like a thunderclap, it shot towards Sukuna at blinding speed.

The King of Curses attempted to dodge, but the Blue Lightning attack seemed to have a mind of its own. It began to absorb the ambient electricity that had filled Sukuna's domain, growing larger and more powerful with each passing second.

Sukuna's eyes widened in genuine surprise as he realized the full extent of Hiro's strategy. The young sorcerer had turned Sukuna's own domain against him, using it as a conduit to amplify his attack.

The Blue Lightning struck Sukuna with devastating force, the impact resonating through what remained of the Malevolent Shrine. The resulting explosion was cataclysmic, a blinding flash of blue-white light that momentarily outshone the sun itself.

When the light faded and the dust settled, both domains had collapsed entirely. Hiro stood, swaying slightly on his feet, his breathing labored and his body covered in cuts and bruises. Across from him, Sukuna was down on one knee, his usually immaculate appearance marred by scorch marks and injuries that were slow to heal.

In the observation room, a stunned silence fell over the gathered sorcerers. Kusakabe was the first to find his voice. "He... he actually did it," he stammered, disbelief evident in his tone. "He managed to overpower Sukuna's domain."

Kokichi, his eyes glued to the monitors, nodded slowly. "But at what cost?" he mused, his voice tinged with worry. "Look at Hiro's condition. How much longer can he keep this up?"

Back on the battlefield, Sukuna slowly rose to his feet, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and... respect? "You continue to surprise me, brat," he growled, wiping a trickle of blood from his chin. "But don't think for a moment that this is over."

With a gesture that seemed to defy his injuries, Sukuna brought his hands together once more. "Domain Expansion," he declared, his voice resonating with malevolent power.

Hiro's eyes widened in disbelief. "Again?" he muttered, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. Despite the protests of his battered body, he mirrored Sukuna's gesture, gathering what little cursed energy he had left.

But this time, something was different. As Hiro began to manifest his domain, he felt a surge of power unlike anything he had experienced before. His Gateway to Heaven materialized faster than ever, its structures shimmering with an otherworldly light.

Before Sukuna's Malevolent Shrine could fully form, Hiro's domain lashed out, striking the King of Curses with a force that shook the very foundations of reality. Sukuna staggered, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected assault.

Seizing the opportunity, Hiro charged forward, ignoring the hundreds of cuts that appeared on his body as Sukuna's domain finally manifested. His fist, crackling with electric energy, connected solidly with Sukuna's liver in a devastating left hook.

The impact was catastrophic. Sukuna's eyes bulged as the air was driven from his lungs, his body doubling over from the force of the blow. Not wasting a moment, Hiro followed up with a powerful uppercut, his fist trailing red lightning as it connected with Sukuna's chin.

The Malevolent Shrine trembled and began to collapse, unable to maintain its integrity as its caster reeled from Hiro's assault. With a final, desperate effort, Hiro gathered his remaining energy into a concentrated beam of red lightning, unleashing it point-blank at Sukuna's chest.

The resulting explosion was deafening, a shockwave of pure energy that shattered windows for blocks around and sent debris flying in all directions. When the dust settled, Sukuna lay prone on the ground, his body smoking and his domain completely dissolved.

For a moment, silence reigned on the battlefield. Hiro stood, swaying on his feet, his body pushed far beyond its limits. Blood trickled from his nose and ears, a testament to the immense strain he had placed on his brain and body.

Slowly, agonizingly, Sukuna began to stir. He pushed himself up, his movements lacking their usual grace and fluidity. As he rose to his feet, a chuckle escaped his lips, growing into full-blown laughter.

"You're strong, brat," Sukuna admitted, his voice a mixture of pain and excitement. "I wouldn't be surprised if in a few years, you surpass even Gojo. But as you are now..." His eyes narrowed, a predatory gleam returning to them. "You're still light-years away from my level."

Hiro didn't respond, conserving what little energy he had left. He could feel the toll the battle had taken on his body and mind. His Divine Eyes, his Reverse Curse Technique, his Domain Expansion - each use had pushed him closer to his limits.

Sukuna, seeming to sense Hiro's predicament, grinned wickedly. "Your Divine Eyes, your Reverse Curse Technique, your Domain Expansion - they all place an enormous strain on your brain," he observed. "If you activate your domain or your Reverse Curse Technique even once more, you'll die."

As if to demonstrate his point, Sukuna brought his hands together once more. "Domain Expansion," he intoned, his voice filled with malicious glee.

But something was wrong. The Malevolent Shrine emerged only partially, its structures flickering and unstable. Blood began to trickle from Sukuna's nose and eyes, his face contorting in a mixture of pain and surprise.

Hiro, despite his exhaustion, couldn't help but smile. "The attack from my domain," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper. "It struck directly at your brain. We're on equal footing now."

For a moment, the two sorcerers stood facing each other, both battered and pushed to their limits. Then, as if responding to some unspoken signal, they both moved.

Sukuna lashed out with a flurry of strikes, each one precise and lethal. But Hiro's magnetic barrier, powered by his Divine Eyes, deflected each attack. The young sorcerer's eyes glowed with an ethereal light as he read Sukuna's movements, anticipating each strike before it could land.

With a grace that belied his exhaustion, Hiro began to counterattack. His movements were fluid and economical, each strike carefully calculated to maximize damage while conserving energy. He ducked under a wild swing from Sukuna, retaliating with a sharp jab to the King of Curses' solar plexus.

Sukuna staggered back, his usual composure slipping as he found himself unable to land a single blow on his opponent. Hiro pressed his advantage, his fists a blur as he unleashed a barrage of strikes. Each punch was accompanied by a crackle of electricity, adding an extra layer of devastation to his attacks.

In a stunning display of skill and power, Hiro managed to sweep Sukuna's legs out from under him, sending the King of Curses crashing to the ground. Without missing a beat, Hiro grabbed Sukuna by the collar, dragging him across the ruined street before hurling him into a nearby building.

The impact was devastating, the structure crumbling under the force of Sukuna's body. But Hiro wasn't done. He pointed his fingers at the debris, unleashing a beam of red lightning that struck with pinpoint accuracy.

The resulting explosion shook the entire block, sending a plume of dust and debris high into the air. For a moment, silence fell over the battlefield, broken only by Hiro's labored breathing.

But then, from within the rubble, came a sound that chilled Hiro to his core. Laughter. Cold, cruel laughter that seemed to echo from everywhere at once.

Sukuna emerged from the wreckage, his body battered but his eyes burning with an otherworldly light. "Impressive," he growled, his voice filled with a mixture of pain and excitement. "But let's see how you handle this."

With a gesture, Sukuna summoned forth a being that Hiro had hoped never to see again. Mahoraga, the Divine General of Eight Horizons, materialized beside Sukuna, its imposing form casting a shadow over the battlefield.

Hiro's eyes widened in disbelief. "I was wondering when you'd bring him out," he muttered, his mind racing to formulate a new strategy.

As he stared at the spinning wheel above Sukuna's head, a chilling realization struck him. 'Mahoraga adapted to my Divine Eyes during the Shibuya incident,' he thought. 'And now, it's possible that someone like Sukuna might be able to adapt as well. It's like facing my damned cousin all over again.'

Hiro gritted his teeth, knowing that his options were rapidly dwindling. 'I have to destroy Mahoraga in a single attack,' he concluded. 'It's the only way.'

Deep beneath the streets, in the basement of a nondescript building, Miko huddled with her mother. The constant shaking had them both on edge, and Miko, her voice filled with uncertainty, asked, "Mom, what's happening outside?"

Her mother, already weakened by an illness that had plagued her for weeks, looked at her daughter with concern. "It could be... a curse," she whispered, trying to steady her trembling voice.

But as she spoke, a sudden fit of coughing overtook her. Her body shook with the effort, and Miko watched, eyes wide with fear, as her mother's condition seemed to worsen with each passing second. The shaking outside was terrifying, but seeing her mother struggle for breath was far more frightening.

"Mom, are you okay?" Miko asked, her voice trembling.

Her mother tried to nod, but the coughing wouldn't stop, leaving Miko with a growing sense of dread that something much worse was happening, something that had nothing to do with the tremors above.

As Hiro faced off against Sukuna and Mahoraga, the air crackled with tension. The young sorcerer's eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, his Divine Eyes scanning every movement of his opponents. Sukuna, despite his injuries, still emanated an aura of malevolent power, while Mahoraga loomed beside him, its imposing form a testament to its terrifying abilities.

"Two against one?" Hiro quipped, his voice betraying a mix of exhaustion and determination. "I thought you were supposed to be the King of Curses, Sukuna. Can't handle me on your own?"

Sukuna's eyes narrowed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Don't get cocky, brat. I'm merely giving you a taste of true despair before I end you."

Without warning, Mahoraga lunged forward, its blade whistling through the air. Hiro's magnetic barrier deflected most of the attack, but the sheer force behind the blow sent him skidding backward. As he regained his footing, a thin line of blood appeared on his cheek where Mahoraga's divine blade had managed to penetrate his defenses.

"First blood," Sukuna chuckled, his voice dripping with malice. "How does it feel, Hiro? To know that your vaunted barrier isn't infallible?"

Hiro wiped the blood from his cheek, his eyes never leaving his opponents. "It'll take more than a scratch to bring me down," he retorted, his fists clenching as he prepared for the next assault.

Sukuna and Mahoraga attacked in tandem, their movements perfectly synchronized. Hiro's Divine Eyes worked overtime, allowing him to anticipate and dodge their strikes with inhuman precision. He weaved between Sukuna's razor-sharp fingers and Mahoraga's sweeping blade, his body moving on instinct.

As Hiro ducked under a particularly vicious swipe from Mahoraga, Sukuna's voice rang out, filled with a perverse glee. "You're doing well, brat. But how about we make things a bit more interesting?"

With a gesture, Sukuna summoned forth another terrifying entity - the Merged Beast Agito. The monstrous creature materialized beside its master, its multiple eyes fixed hungrily on Hiro.

"Three against one?" Hiro couldn't help but laugh, despite the dire situation. "Can't you fight your own battles, Sukuna?"

The King of Curses merely smirked in response, his eyes glittering with cruel amusement.

The battlefield erupted into chaos as all three opponents converged on Hiro. The young sorcerer's movements became a blur, his body twisting and turning to avoid the onslaught of attacks. Mahoraga's blade sang through the air, leaving shallow cuts on Hiro's arms and legs where it managed to breach his barrier. Sukuna's strikes, while unable to penetrate Hiro's defenses, still carried enough force to push him back.

The Merged Beast Agito added a new level of unpredictability to the fight. Its multiple limbs lashed out from unexpected angles, forcing Hiro to constantly adjust his strategy. Despite the odds stacked against him, Hiro refused to back down.

"Is this all you've got?" he taunted, his voice strained but defiant. "I expected more from the great Sukuna and his pet monsters!"

Enraged by Hiro's words, Sukuna launched a furious assault. But in his anger, he left himself open. Seizing the opportunity, Hiro unleashed a devastating counterattack. His fist, crackling with electric energy, connected solidly with Sukuna's jaw. The impact was thunderous, sending the King of Curses flying backward and crashing into a nearby building.

For a moment, silence fell over the battlefield. Then, from within the rubble, came the sound of slow, mocking applause.

"Impressive," Sukuna's voice rang out as he emerged from the debris, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "But don't think for a moment that this changes anything."

Before Hiro could respond, Mahoraga struck. The divine general's blade sliced through the air, catching Hiro off guard. The young sorcerer managed to dodge at the last second, but not before the blade left a deep gash across his chest.

Hiro staggered back, his hand pressed against the wound. Blood seeped between his fingers, but his eyes remained focused and determined. "Lucky shot," he grunted, forcing himself to stand straight despite the pain.

As Hiro squared off against Mahoraga, the Merged Beast Agito saw an opening. It lunged forward, its multiple limbs reaching for Hiro's unprotected back. But Hiro was ready. Without turning, he unleashed a beam of crimson lightning that struck the beast head-on.

The Merged Beast Agito let out an inhuman shriek as the energy tore through its body. For a moment, it seemed to implode, its form collapsing in on itself before exploding outward in a shower of cursed energy.

"One down," Hiro muttered, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Two to go."

Seizing the momentum, Hiro charged at Mahoraga. The divine general met his assault head-on, its blade clashing against Hiro's lightning-infused fists. The air crackled with energy as they exchanged blows, each strike powerful enough to level buildings.

Sukuna watched from the sidelines, his eyes narrowed in calculation. He had underestimated the boy, a mistake he didn't intend to repeat. As Hiro and Mahoraga continued their brutal exchange, Sukuna prepared to rejoin the fray.

But Hiro was faster. With a burst of speed that surprised even Sukuna, Hiro broke through Mahoraga's guard. His fist connected with the divine general's midsection, the impact sending shockwaves through the air. Mahoraga stumbled back, momentarily stunned by the ferocity of the attack.

Not wasting a second, Hiro spun around and unleashed a devastating kick that caught Sukuna square in the chest. The King of Curses, caught off guard by Hiro's sudden shift in focus, was sent flying. He crashed into Mahoraga, the force of the impact sending both of them hurtling through the wall of a nearby building.

"How's that for a combo?" Hiro called out, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and triumph.

But his victory was short-lived. From within the ruins of the building, Sukuna's voice rang out, filled with desperation and rage. "Mahoraga! Cover me!"

Hiro's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. He began to gather his energy, preparing for one final, devastating attack. Red lightning crackled around his body as he focused all of his remaining power into a single point.

Just as Mahoraga emerged from the rubble, shielding Sukuna with its massive form, Hiro unleashed his attack. A beam of pure crimson energy, more powerful than anything he had ever produced before, shot forth from his outstretched hands.

The resulting explosion was cataclysmic. The ground shook violently, buildings crumbled, and a mushroom cloud of dust and debris rose high into the sky. For a moment, it seemed as if the very fabric of reality had been torn asunder by the force of Hiro's attack.

But Hiro wasn't done. Even as the dust began to settle, he was already preparing his final move. Purple energy swirled around him, coalescing into a sphere of pure destructive power between his palms.

"This ends now," Hiro declared, his voice carrying across the ravaged battlefield.

With a cry that seemed to shake the heavens themselves, Hiro released the purple energy. It streaked across the battlefield like a comet, leaving a trail of crackling electricity in its wake. The beam struck its target dead center, resulting in an explosion that dwarfed even the previous one.

The force of the blast sent Hiro flying backward, his body slamming into a half-destroyed wall. As he struggled to his feet, his eyes scanned the devastation before him. Where Sukuna and Mahoraga had been, there was now only a massive crater, its edges still glowing with residual energy.

For a long moment, silence reigned. Then, from within the depths of the crater, a figure emerged. It was Sukuna, but he was barely recognizable. His body was a mess of burns and wounds, one arm completely missing, and his face a mask of charred flesh. He stumbled forward, each step seeming to cause him immense pain.

Back in the observation room, the gathered sorcerers watched in stunned silence. Kusakabe was the first to find his voice. "Hiro... Did he really...?" he stammered, unable to complete the thought.

Kokichi nodded, his eyes wide with amazement. "With Mahoraga gone, Sukuna can't penetrate Hiro's barrier," he explained, his voice filled with excitement. "And look at Sukuna's condition compared to Hiro's. This can only mean one thing."

Yuta chimed in, his usually calm demeanor replaced by barely contained excitement. "Hiro still has a significant amount of cursed energy left, while Sukuna is clearly at his limit."

Maki, her eyes fixed on the monitors, voiced the question they were all thinking. "So, does that mean...?"

Kusakabe nodded solemnly, a smile spreading across his face. "Yes," he confirmed. "Hiro has won."

On the battlefield, Hiro stood tall despite his injuries. His eyes, still glowing with the power of his Divine technique, were fixed on Sukuna's battered form. A triumphant smile played on his lips as he watched the once-mighty King of Curses struggle to remain standing.

"It's over, Sukuna," Hiro declared, his voice carrying across the devastated landscape. "You've lost."