ryoman sukuna×toji fushiogor

The bass rattled the teeth in your skull inside The Domain. Up in the VIP lounge, Ryomen Sukuna—the four-eyed King of Curses—reclined on a leather throne, thoroughly bored.He didn't notice the man approaching. Nobody did.Toji possessed zero cursed energy, making him an invisible ghost. Wearing a sleek, tailored black suit that hid the Inverted Spear of Heaven, he lunged faster than the strobe lights could blink.Shnk.The spear flashed, shattering Sukuna’s wine glass. A thin line of crimson bloomed across the King's cheek as he dodged at the last microsecond. Sukuna didn’t scream; he grinned with vicious delight. "A human who can actually move," he purred."Just a job," Toji grunted.Below, panic hit the dance floor. Humans and curses stampeded for the doors—except for one woman. A ruined former employee stood calmly by the bar, slid a cigarette between her lips, and flicked a brass lighter. With a cold smile, she tossed the flame into a massive puddle of overproof rum.Foom.An inferno erupted, blocking the exits and filling the ceiling with toxic black smoke.Sukuna’s grin turned into a venomous snarl. "Insolent cockroach," he hissed, his pride insulted."Looks like a safety hazard," Toji mocked. His eyes narrowed; oxygen deprivation was a death sentence for his physical senses."I'll deal with him after I peel the skin from your face," Sukuna roared, unleashing invisible cleave attacks that tore the balcony to shreds.Toji vaulted into the smoke, dodging the slashes by the sheer change in air pressure. As flaming beams collapsed around them, Toji used a falling pillar to screen his movement. He materialized directly beneath Sukuna's guard, his spear aimed straight for the King's heart.The club was burning to ash, and the two deadliest men in the world were just getting started.