🌕 Jujutsu Kaisen: Moon of the Fallen King
Chapter 27 — Shadow Over the Throne
The battlefield was no longer a place — it was a curse made real. Twisted spires of bone pierced the broken skies, and ash swirled in the air like snow. Blood soaked the land beneath Ryomen Sukuna's feet, but he stood untouched, his four cursed eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
The throne had not fallen…
It had been shattered.
His voice was calm, almost playful, but behind it lay enough malice to sink a kingdom.
"Three left," Sukuna muttered, wiping blood from his fingers. "And they're still hiding?"
Across the smoldering ruin, the Demon King emerged through the smoke — broken but not bowed. His armor cracked, his cloak torn, yet his aura pulsed with fury that reached the edges of the cursed realm.
"You've crossed the line, Sukuna," the king growled, voice roughened by old wars.
"I won't let you reach this throne."
But even as he spoke, something shifted.
The shadows… changed.
A cold ripple spread beneath the battlefield — black and silent. It devoured the light, silenced sound, and darkened the very clouds above. Sukuna raised a brow, intrigued. The Demon King's eyes widened — not in rage, but in fear. Something far older than him had stirred.
"That shadow… why is it here?" the King whispered.
And then — he vanished.
Swallowed by the black mist, not out of cowardice, but because he knew: whatever was arriving was something even he could not face.
The cursed winds howled louder.
And then — a boom.
Cracks split across the field like veins in glass, and a figure erupted through the mist — bloodied, but unbroken. Retsu Zenin had arrived. The last warrior of a ruined name. His breathing was shallow, his muscles trembling, but his eyes — they were sharper than ever.
Memories burned behind them — abandonment, humiliation, training until his fists bled under waterfalls. He was not here to fight for Sukuna. He was here for his clan's redemption.
"I won't give up," he hissed. "The Zenin name is mine to reclaim!"
He slammed his hands together, cursed seals forming in the air like ancient script. The sky cracked open like thunder breaking the heavens.
"COME FORTH… MAHORAGA!!"
The beast landed like an earthquake.
A spinning wheel of adaptation above its head, a monstrous body wrapped in cursed armor. Mahoraga had returned — and its roar echoed across the continents.
Sukuna turned, smiling.
"So this is your last card?" he said softly. "Good. I was getting bored."
And the clash began.
Mahoraga charged first, its wheel spinning faster than lightning. Sukuna answered with Cleave and Dismantle — his body became a blur, every move aimed to destroy, every strike meant to test. The shockwaves flattened the hills, shattered the sky.
But Mahoraga was adapting — evolving. Every second, its stance shifted, countering Sukuna's patterns with terrifying precision.
This wasn't just strength.
This was chess.
Deadly, final, irreversible.
Then, Sukuna moved.
One faint feint — one flicker of illusion.
He vanished.
And reappeared behind the beast, blade already deep in its cursed heart.
The sound was not of flesh being pierced — it was the air itself screaming.
BOOOOOOOM!!!
A dome of cursed energy exploded from the impact. Mountains in the distance cracked. Forests were incinerated. Everything for a mile… gone.
"BREAK THEM!!" Sukuna roared.
When the light faded, Mahoraga lay shattered, wheel spinning slower… slower… until it stopped altogether.
Sukuna stood above it, injured but victorious — his breath steady, his smile cruel.
Behind him, Retsu Zenin collapsed to his knees.
"No…" he whispered. "This was my last hope…"
Sukuna didn't even turn.
"Your hope was never enough."
"You're too weak to lead even your own curse."
And so it ended — not with mercy… but with silence.
The throne had not been taken.
It had been emptied — so that only one curse might stand before it.
> "Some monsters are born. Others are remembered. But Sukuna… Sukuna is a curse the world begged to forget."
And today, once again, he reminded them.
🔜 Next Chapter:
Chapter 28 – "Legacy of the Cursed Heir"
> As the Demon King regroups… someone else steps forward from Lucius's bloodline.