MHA; Gojo Vs Sukuna

Chapter 6: The Awakening of a King

Sweat dripped from Sukuna's forehead as he stared at the glowing red screen of the system. His breath was steady but heavy, his body still burning from the intense workout.

[TASKS COMPLETED]

5KM Run: ✔

50 Sit-ups: ✔

100 Push-ups: ✔

Sukuna exhaled, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Looks like I'm done." His voice was a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.

Suddenly, the screen changed, displaying new text:

[TASK COMPLETE – Follow the marked location to claim your reward.]

A map unfolded before his eyes, a red dot blinking on the screen, guiding him toward a destination. Sukuna raised an eyebrow. "A reward for completing the tasks? I wonder what it is."

With curiosity outweighing fatigue, he set off, navigating through the city's bustling streets. The further he walked, the more he noticed the stark contrast between this area and the filthy slum he had awakened in just the day before. Clean roads, neatly arranged buildings, and an absence of the suffocating stench of alcohol and decay.

He smirked. "At least this place doesn't smell like a dumpster fire."

As he approached a narrow alleyway, the system chimed again.

[Proceed forward.]

Sukuna narrowed his eyes. The alley was dimly lit, the golden hues of the afternoon sun barely reaching inside. "What kind of reward is waiting for me in a place like this?"

Stepping forward, he suddenly noticed two figures huddled near the alley's end, clad in ragged, dark clothing. Their faces were sharp with hunger and greed, and between them lay sacks filled with stolen goods—jewelry, cash, and other valuables glinting faintly in the weak light.

One of them let out a breathy chuckle. "Man, that last haul was good. We barely had to do anything, and look at this!"

The other snorted. "Tch, those idiots had no clue what hit 'em. The city's getting softer, I swear."

Then, they noticed him. Their conversation halted, their gazes locking onto Sukuna. The air grew tense.

One of them gripped a knife, pointing it at him. "Oi, kid. You lost or something?"

His partner followed suit, his expression darkening. "What are you doing here? Speak up before we carve you open."

Sukuna's lips curled into a playful smirk. "Relax, no need to get worked up. I've got no interest in fighting you." He raised a hand casually. "Just let me take a look at what's in those bags, and I'll be on my way."

The thieves bristled at his words, their expressions twisting with anger.

"You think you can just walk in here and demand things?" one of them growled. "You got guts, brat, but you're dead meat."

With a furious yell, they lunged at him, knives gleaming under the dim alley light.

Sukuna sidestepped smoothly, the cold edge of a blade barely missing his cheek. He could feel the wind of the attack brushing past him. Too slow. Yet, as he moved, he noticed something—his reflexes weren't fast enough.

I'm still sluggish. He analyzed as he ducked under another slash. I can't overpower them yet. I need to grab the reward and leave.

Weaving between their attacks, his eyes flickered toward one of the sacks. In a swift motion, he reached inside. His fingers brushed against something smooth, encased in glass. He pulled it out—a small jar, with something curled inside like a preserved relic.

His breath hitched. Inside the jar was a severed finger, wrapped in silk at its base like an eerie pearl ring.

Sukuna's eyes widened. This...

A strange chill crawled up his spine, but his lips stretched into an eager grin. Without hesitation, he clenched the glass in his hand and shattered it. The thieves flinched, watching in disgust as he plucked the preserved finger and, in one fluid motion, tossed it into his mouth.

The taste was unnatural—metallic, bitter, yet strangely electrifying. As he swallowed, a surge of power burst through his body. His vision sharpened, his heartbeat pounded like a war drum, and black markings slithered across his face. His crimson eyes glowed with newfound hunger.

The system's screen flashed brightly.

[REWARD CLAIMED.]

[USER RECOGNIZED – WELCOME, RYOMEN SUKUNA.]

His profile appeared, detailing his current stats, including one particularly interesting line:

[Fingers Consumed: 1/20]

Sukuna let out a breathless chuckle, his entire body buzzing with raw energy. The thieves took a step back, their confidence crumbling.

One of them gulped. "T-this guy… he's a freak."

The other gritted his teeth. "Screw it! Kill him before he does something worse!"

The thief lunged, aiming straight for Sukuna's throat. But before the blade could even touch him—he was gone.

A sharp gasp came from the second thief, who had been watching from the back. He turned, but before he could even react, Sukuna appeared behind him. A split second later—BAM.

Sukuna's fist connected with his chest, sending him hurtling into the alley wall. Dust erupted from the impact, bricks cracking under the force. The first thief trembled, watching his partner slump unconscious.

Sukuna turned to him, his grin widening. "You were trying to kill me just a moment ago, weren't you?"

The sky above the alley shifted. A piercing scream echoed through the city as Sukuna launched the last thief into the air, his body vanishing into the golden hues of the sunset.

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the metropolis. The city, unaware of the chaos in the alleyways, continued its elegant rhythm.

Meanwhile, in a grand estate, an entirely different kind of tension filled the air.

Inside a lavish hallway, the Gojo family stood in perfect formation. Satoru, his mother, his father, and his older sister, all clad in elegant, high-class attire. Across from them, another prestigious family stood—Yaoyorozu's parents, their posture poised yet subtly stiff.

Between them stood Yaoyorozu Momo, eyes lowered, her hands resting neatly in front of her. Her hair was styled immaculately, her black dress accentuating the refined grace expected of her lineage. She had the air of a noble, yet her unease was evident.

Gojo's father smiled warmly, extending a hand. "We've been expecting you. Please, come in."

As the adults exchanged pleasantries, two pairs of eyes met—Gojo Satoru and Yaoyorozu Momo. A single, fleeting glance, before both immediately looked away.

This guy… is my fiancé? Momo thought, slightly flustered.

This girl… is my fiancée? Satoru thought, resisting the urge to sigh.

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