Dark clouds rippled across the sky above Kenjaku's hidden sanctuary—an abandoned shrine at the edge of the cursed plains.
Within, Kenjaku sat with folded arms, a lazy smile stretching across his stolen face. Uraume stood nearby, head lowered in servitude, as a new presence emerged.
Sukuna—wearing Megumi's body—stepped out of the shadows.
"You've done well," Kenjaku said, voice smooth and filled with a twisted satisfaction. "Megumi's body suits you better than expected."
Sukuna smirked. "His cursed energy is… refined. I like it."
Kenjaku rose, pacing slowly. "It's time, then. The plan proceeds as discussed."
Uraume spoke next. "We'll move to the northern quadrant. That's where the strongest clusters of sorcerers are still holding out."
Sukuna narrowed his eyes. "Let me handle them. I want to play."
Kenjaku grinned. "Go ahead. The chaos you bring will only serve me. But remember—our end goal remains: Gojo's cage must remain sealed until I say otherwise."
Sukuna chuckled. "I'll leave him untouched… until I get bored."
With that, Sukuna turned on his heel, Uraume following close behind as the cursed winds parted to let them through.
Kenjaku was alone now, the shrine dead silent but for the hum of tension in the air.
And then…
Footsteps.
Measured. Graceful. Determined.
From the open corridor, two familiar figures emerged—calm, composed, and deadly.
Mei Mei, clad in black, her axe strapped tight to her back, and Ui Ui beside her, silent but ready.
Kenjaku smiled faintly, mock surprise in his tone.
"Well… I was wondering when the executioner would arrive."
Mei Mei stopped a few paces from him, her eyes cold.
"You talk too much."
Ui Ui nodded slowly. "We'll finish this quickly."
Kenjaku's grin only widened.
"Good. I was hoping for entertainment."
And with that—battle loomed once more.