I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

Unbound by the myriad things, free and unrestrained, coming and going at will.

With a single, graceful glint of sword light, it leaped up gently, separating the area that was encroaching on reality.

It was as easy as Moses parting the sea, as easy as cutting open a canvas, leaving no trace.

Along with the cut-opened structure was the magnificent white bone throne, and the two Sunu statues on the throne.

A thin line of blood stretched from his crotch to his brow, splitting in two.

"..."

He stared blankly at that carefree and elegant figure, detached from that captivating ease and nonchalance, and looked down at the blood lines on his body.

One sword?

A single sword strike cleaved through his invincible domain? A triple killing move that delivered the final blow? Even the original owner of the body's boundless nature was cleaved apart?

This is clearly an open field; he's turning reality into an execution ground.

This is reality, not an illusion; can you really cut through it?

"Nothing's strange. Everyone's just one sword strike. Do they have any killer moves? Use them quickly, I feel like I'm about to die."

Gojo Satoru roared in his mind.

You call this the King of Curses? How is he any different from me?

Go for it, Ryomensuke Nuo-kun!

Others were also loudly encouraging and cheering.

But what's the point of Ryoumen Sukuna?

His greatest strength lies in his domain expansion, which allows him to amplify his ultimate killing technique to its limit.

The attack has become truly instantaneous, infinite, and guaranteed to hit.

It can instantly destroy everything within a 140-meter radius in an extremely short time.

Moreover, it is reality itself, so it cannot be broken.

Seriously speaking, unless it's a technique like Gojo Satoru's that has no bottom line, everyone would die.

Countless memories flashed through Ryomen Sukuna's mind, all of them memories of his exhilarating killings.

I felt my consciousness gradually sinking, and my perspective splitting from both sides.

right.

He seemed to have been split in two.

Moreover, it's not the kind of injury that can be healed with a reversal technique, but rather it gives you a sense of ease.

Because there were no injuries, the cut surface was intact, as if it had always been that way.

His two halves of his body became whole, both free and at ease.

Conceptually, they have become two independent entities.

more than.

As the sword struck, the severed and fragmented eyes and blades, which should have been mere illusions, came to life, and then simultaneously raised their middle fingers at him: "I'm free!"

It miraculously grew short legs from the blade and its eyes, and then it took off running.

Even though they gained self-awareness because of that swordsman's sword, they were still terrified.

"Too compassionate..."

The flower spirit murmured.

This was far more compassionate than the previous sword strike that brought liberation.

But it soon slapped itself in the face, wondering if its worldview had been warped by that swordsman.

Isn't that even more terrifying?

One sword strike and you have two versions of yourself. What if you were cut hundreds of times? Hundreds of thousands of tiny versions of yourself?

If someone is dissatisfied with their own overeating and drinking and then comes out to accuse them, who is responsible?

hiss~

Just thinking about it makes me feel hopeless.

Ruthless, so incredibly ruthless.

I would call it the most ruthless sword strike. Should this sword strike be called the Despair Demon Sword or the Great Freedom Demon Sword?

The cursed spirit had no idea that there was something wrong with its thinking.

"Still the strongest? Het...ui!!"

"What kind of 'King of the Thousand-Year Curse' is he? He's just a show-off, utterly useless. He's not even as resilient as us!"

"That's right, that's right!"

Those who were giving up started to mock loudly.

The two Sukuna, who were so angry they were almost dead, suddenly perked up, and then he felt that his other self had lost contact with him.

The curse marks on that half of his body faded, and the extra eyes and mouth disappeared, restoring Gojo Satoru's original appearance.

She glanced at him sideways and spat in disgust.

"King of Curses" my foot! He didn't even last three minutes, damn it!

The other half of the body is also gone. Even though only half is left, it's still more than before!

Think about it this way.

Earn blood.

The two-faced Su Nuo's eyes were bloodshot and filled with rage. That was my body, mine!

But Tata...

The swordsman walked in, his carefree face slightly tilted to the side.

It seems to be saying, "That's it?"

Ryoumen Sukuna was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Um... is it possible to reconcile?"

Obviously that's not possible.

This unknown human before him was even less human than he was, completely devoid of any emotion.

"Sorry to bother you, but I'm not really that familiar with them."

After getting closer.

The two-faced Su Nuo paused for a moment.

He vaguely sensed an emptiness, nothingness, and a great will that seemed to devour everything in its path. Even as a being who was an aggregate of the concepts of "evil" and "killing," he felt despair and powerlessness.

Spicy balls.

They shouldn't have come out!

...

Get a body for free, oh, half a body.

Gojo hopped happily on one leg, leaped up, crossed a hundred meters, and crashed into the sea.

"Is that enough?"

he yelled.

"That's enough, that's enough already! Everyone, pay attention!!"

Seeing the swordsman raise his hand again, Kazuma scrambled forward, dragging the immobile Ayanokouji by one leg as they ran: "Everyone, listen up! Back up! See that exposed black cavity? Jump into that dark hole!"

In the middle of the coast.

A black cavity that had absorbed countless spatial rifts torn and cleaved has gradually expanded to a diameter of over seventy meters.

Originally, it was more than ten meters underwater. The seawater in that area was very deep and not very conspicuous. Only Kato Megumi on the mountain could see it.

The coastline has now been blasted back a large section, barely revealing itself, with only one or two meters remaining above the sea surface.

Especially after the two-faced Su Nuo appeared, various spatial fluctuations and effects increased dramatically, and its growth was extremely fast.

Yes.

From beginning to end, whether it was the nuclear bomb or the two Sukuna, Kazuma and his team never expected to win against their superior.

Once they figured out that the spells originated from emotions, they gave up hope.

Actually, it's quite strong.

But it's quite different from magic imprinted with the laws.

Any magician of the same level could probably gang up on and kill him, and even a few freaks like Gojo Satoru could potentially take down a magician single-handedly.

But sir?

Go to sleep.

A demoted Saint Magician is not the same as a proper Saint Magician.

so......

"Everyone back off. If you die at this crucial moment, all that suffering will have been for nothing."

Hikigaya also yelled.

There's no need for him to elaborate.

The others had already scrambled to their feet and darted away as fast as they could.

If one's leg is broken, one walks on one's hands; if both legs are broken, one bites the trouser leg of the person in front of them; if all else fails, one wriggles frantically on the ground like a caterpillar while mentally spewing out profanities.

Damn, why didn't you say so earlier? We'd already given up and given up, okay?

(Kazuma: Are you sure you weren't going to run away? Who's going to tank the boss?)

Almost instantly.

One moment a group of people and a bunch of evil spirits were on the verge of death, and the next moment they had darted into the dark cavity in the sea.

Faced with the terrifying unknown, they didn't hesitate for a moment and jumped immediately. That was so decisive, and so heartbreaking.

"Gulu~"

As the sword lights crisscrossed and were swallowed by the black cavity, it only helped the cavity grow larger, rapidly approaching a hundred meters.

Hikigaya swallowed hard.

Hold on! Don't let it transform into the Killing Sword form! After all, he dared not gamble on whether the Killing Sword could kill the Black Hole in one strike.

Finally, everyone retreated...

Only when the two-faced Sukuna realized something was wrong did she find a way out of her predicament, and she hopped over on one leg in ecstasy.

At that moment, he surpassed his limits.

He dodged two sword lights and rushed to the front of the black cavity.

Great.

Plan passes.

Hikigaya, standing on the other side of the black cavity, clenched his fist tightly.

Because the swordsman also came, and they were only a few dozen meters away from the location of the black cavity.

A swordsman's attack range is limited, only about a hundred meters.

Of course, if it's a single entity, even if it's 500 meters in diameter, it can be cut down with a single sword strike.

This distance refers to the conceptual distance between the whole and the swordsman.

"We're saved!"

Tears welled up in the eyes of the two-faced Su Nuo.

This is so hopeless.