🌕 Jujutsu Kaisen: Moon of the Fallen King
Chapter 29 – "The Price of Revival"
The battlefield lay in utter ruin—an ocean of scorched stone, cracked heavens, and echoes of cursed screams. Mahoraga's fragmented remains steamed in silence, and the stench of burning reality still clung to the wind.
In the center of it all stood Sukuna—his body glowing with jagged cursed markings, his smirk unreadable. Before him, in graceful defiance, was Yamata no Orochi in its human form. Calm, ancient, and composed.
The two monsters stood still for a moment. The world dared not breathe.
"The fabric of this world," the narration whispered like a ghost, "groaned beneath the weight of ambition old and ambition reborn."
Orochi's gaze was steady—its luminous eyes glowing with intelligence deeper than time.
"Indeed, King of Curses," it spoke, voice smooth and ageless. "Your power is… substantial. But to rule all, one must first understand what lies beneath."
Sukuna raised a brow. The smirk widened, lazy but sharp as a dagger.
"Hmph," he muttered, almost amused. "Eloquent… for a snake. Show me then. Or are you merely the last echo of another legend already forgotten?"
The air cracked.
Orochi moved with terrifying grace—fire spiraling from its hands, acid lacing its strikes like a dance of death. Its movements were fluid, almost artistic.
But Sukuna… he was chaos incarnate. He leaned just enough to avoid every strike, fingers flashing in deadly signs. "Dismantle," he whispered.
A surge of cursed energy ripped through the air like thunder.
"This isn't just strength," the narration pulsed, "but will against will. Ancient wisdom clashing against boundless cruelty."
Their voices cut through the chaos.
"You fight like a hammer," Orochi commented as he ducked and spun. "Brute, loud, and blind. You mistake recklessness for courage."
Sukuna laughed, even as cursed lightning scorched the ruins.
"Complexity," he spat, "is the language of those too weak to speak clearly. True power… is simple."
Their fists collided.
And the sky wept cursed fire.
The battle escalated.
Orochi began blending martial strikes with raw elemental fury. Fire punched through stone. Wind curved like blades. Acid hissed from the cracks in reality.
But Sukuna adjusted—slowly, savagely. His every counter became smarter, every strike more precise. This was not just a brawl now. It was a game of attrition. One built to exhaust.
Narration: "The serpent sought to wear him down—to find the flaw in the devil's rhythm. But the rhythm never broke."
Then Sukuna vanished—appearing behind Orochi, blade already mid-swing.
"Cleave," he said coldly.
The impact shattered the cursed beast's core.
Orochi staggered, smiled faintly… and dissolved into cursed smoke.
"Pathetic," Sukuna whispered, almost to himself.
But somewhere, in that crimson gaze, a flicker of respect briefly sparked… only to be buried under cruelty once more.
Deep within, a different storm brewed.
Lucius screamed—though no sound left his mouth. Inside the soul-cage, cursed markings pulsed and constricted. He was drowning. Fading. Becoming less.
Then—
A voice.
"Lucius!" it shouted. "Fight it!"
Out of the swirling dark, a projection appeared—his master's old companion, eyes burning with grief and hope.
"I've searched for you," the figure said firmly. "He made me promise. That if he fell… I would find you."
Lucius blinked through the pain, chest heaving.
"He believed in you," the voice continued, stepping closer. "Even when you didn't. He knew you were the heir… the one who could still save something in this world."
Light bloomed. Warm, strange. Not cursed… but something else.
Lucius gasped. His body pulsed. His fingers clenched.
The markings dimmed.
Outside, Sukuna staggered. Just a step.
His smirk twitched.
"Wha—?"
Lucius's voice echoed quietly through the now-shared body.
"Enough."
His eyes opened—his eyes—clear, human. For the first time in chapters, Sukuna's grip loosened.
Narration: "And so, in the smallest of moments… Lucius took control."
Far from this battlefield—through smoke, through dimensions—
A realm of ancient stone and timeless darkness awaited.
Here, within a silent obsidian throne, the Demon King sat. His face was hidden, his crown half-shadow, half flame. Before him, standing at the edge of that void, was another figure—the Devil King.
No words were exchanged at first. Just a long, still silence.
Then the Demon King spoke, voice dripping with old rage.
"You were not meant to act yet."
The Devil King didn't answer.
He simply smiled.
A slow, malevolent, knowing smile.
🩸 Their eyes met. And in that glance, the war began again.
Narration:
"The game was no longer on the battlefield. It was everywhere.
The players were no longer kings… they were forces."
🌀 End of Chapter 29
🔜 Next: Chapter 30 – "Blood from the Crown