Shubba King Vs Sukuna

The curse came again, dragging one ruined arm across the pavement. Shubba threw himself through a gap between two concrete barriers just as its claws snapped shut. The impact shattered the barrier and sent chunks of stone spinning past his cheek.

He hit the ground, rolled, and came up on one knee.

His chest burned. His hands shook.

He needed to get out. That was all. Reach the street. Find a clean boundary. Stop whatever was happening to this place before the curse cornered him.

Then the world split open behind his eyes.

Shubba screamed.

Color flooded everything.

The rain became thousands of separate silver needles. Each drop carried a thread of cursed energy, thin and bright, crossing the air in precise patterns. The bricks revealed their cracks. The concrete exposed its weight. The curse’s body unfolded into layers of muscle, bone, and dense black energy.

Even the space between his fingers became visible.

Not empty.

Never empty.

His vision snapped wider.

A red traffic light three streets away burned like a star. The sealed site pulsed beneath the city, wrapped in barriers and old cursed energy. Every movement inside the spillover zone became a line, an angle, a number his mind understood before he could name it.

“What is this?” Shubba gasped.

The curse froze.

Its head twisted toward him.

For one impossible second, Shubba saw the entire alley at once. He saw the curse’s next attack before it moved. He saw the impact point. He saw the path of its claws.

He also saw the distance between them.

A thin, endless staircase.

The curse sprang.

Shubba lifted his hand.

The claws stopped a finger’s width from his face.

Rain struck the space between them and split around an invisible boundary. Droplets hung in the air, trembling. The curse pushed forward, its arm shaking violently, but it could not reach him.

Shubba stared at the claws.

“No.”

The curse snarled and forced more cursed energy into its arm.

The invisible distance thickened.

Its claws slowed further, each centimeter becoming an eternity.

Shubba’s breath caught. He could feel the rule now. Not a wall. Not armor. A command written into space itself.

Approach him, and the distance would divide forever.

The curse shrieked.

Shubba flinched.

The boundary vanished.

The claws struck his cheek and tore a hot line across his skin. He staggered backward, blood mixing with rain.

“Stop!” he shouted.

The Six Eyes answered before his body did.

Every thread of cursed energy around him flashed into focus. The curse’s core glowed beneath its ribs. The barrier around the district pulsed in rhythm with it. Shubba saw the exact point where the creature’s energy gathered, saw the weakness, saw the route his own power could take.

His fingers curled.

The space beside his palm bent inward.

A violent tug ripped through the alley.

The curse flew sideways as if the world had grabbed it. It slammed into the brick wall, cracking the entire storefront from roof to foundation. Shubba stumbled as the force tore through his shoulder.

“What did I just do?”

The curse peeled itself from the wall and roared.

The roar became three voices.

Then six.

Then dozens.

Faces pushed out from the bricks, mouths opening across the alley. The spillover zone was multiplying the curse, feeding its shape through every surface. Shubba’s vision caught each copy at once, but the flood of information stabbed through his skull.

He clutched his head.

“Too much!”

The Six Eyes did not dim.

They sharpened.

He saw the barrier’s structure. He saw the curse’s energy. He saw the rain, the cracks, the tilted buildings, the cursed residue left by sorcerers who had passed through the district. Every detail arrived with brutal clarity.

His knees buckled.

A voice seemed to whisper from somewhere beneath the pavement.

“Gojo…”

Shubba’s head snapped up.

The word had not come from the curses. It had come from the sealed site.

The name struck something buried inside him.

Gojo.

A blindfold. White hair. A smile that treated impossible battles like afternoon games. The memory was not his, but the power unfolding through his eyes carried the same shape.

The same terrible precision.

Shubba looked at his reflection in a puddle.

His eyes glowed an electric blue.

Six Eyes.

The thought landed with the weight of a falling building.

“No,” he whispered. “That’s Gojo’s power.”

The copies attacked together.

Claws burst through the storefront shutters. Teeth opened in the pavement. A long arm dropped from the fire escape, smashing the ground where Shubba had stood.

He moved without thinking.

The world slowed around him.

Not time. Distance.

The nearest claw crawled toward his shoulder, losing speed as it approached. Shubba stepped aside. A second attack came from behind. He turned, and the space between them stretched into that endless staircase.

The claw stopped.

Shubba stared at it, rain ticking against the invisible boundary.

Infinity.

He understood the name before he understood how.

His pulse jumped.

“I can control it.”

The moment he believed that, the technique surged.

Infinity expanded from his body in a violent wave.

Every puddle in the alley exploded upward. The storefront shutters ripped from their hinges. The curse copies were thrown back, but the backlash hit Shubba at the same time. Pressure crushed his lungs. His muscles locked. Blue light burst through his veins.

He dropped to one hand.

A sharp crack ran through his wrist.

“Get off me!”

The technique did not listen.

Infinity warped the alley around him. Brick walls folded inward without touching. Rain froze in spirals. The streetlights bent toward a point above Shubba’s head, their glass bulbs bursting one after another.

The sealed site answered.

A black pulse rolled through the district.

Every curse in the alley shrieked.

Shubba felt the barrier hook into his technique and pull. His vision widened until the world became a spinning lattice of cursed energy. The Six Eyes showed him the connection clearly: Infinity was not only protecting him. It was touching the barrier, reading it, challenging it.

If he let the pull continue, the whole spillover zone would collapse into his body.

His fingers dug into the wet asphalt.

“Turn it off!”

Nothing.

His head throbbed. Blood ran from his nose. The pressure inside his skull became a white-hot roar.

Then Shubba saw the answer.

Not through instinct.

Through the Six Eyes.

The technique had a flow. A starting point. A command.

He did not need to overpower Infinity.

He needed to stop feeding it.

Shubba drew one ragged breath and focused on the smallest thing he could see: a single raindrop suspended beside his thumb.

Its cursed energy thread trembled.

He followed the thread backward.

Past the invisible boundary.

Past the space folding around his body.

Into the point beneath his ribs where the power gathered.

Shubba clenched his hand.

“Enough!”

He cut the flow.

The alley detonated with sound.

Rain crashed down. Broken glass scattered across the pavement. The warped walls snapped back into place, and the curse copies slammed together in a mass of black limbs and screaming mouths.

Shubba rolled away as the creature collapsed.

For several seconds, only the rain moved.

Then the curse dragged itself upright.

Its core shone through its chest.

Shubba rose unsteadily. His vision still burned, but the storm of information had settled into layers he could endure. The Six Eyes remained open, showing him the curse’s weakness with merciless clarity.

He raised his palm.

The air tightened.

A small point of blue light formed above his hand.

The pull returned - not wild this time, but focused. The curse lurched toward him, its body stretching as the space around it folded.

Shubba’s arm shook.

“Stay back.”

The curse dug its claws into the pavement.

Blue deepened.

The ground cracked beneath Shubba’s feet. The curse was dragged forward inch by inch, its core exposed. Shubba stepped into the pull and drove his fist straight through the glowing center.

The curse burst apart.

Black energy sprayed across the rain, then vanished before it touched him.

Shubba stood frozen, fist extended.

The blue light faded.

His legs gave out.

He caught himself against the wall, breathing hard. The alley was wrecked. Cars lay crushed beneath broken concrete. The sealed site’s barrier still pulsed in the distance, but its rhythm had changed.

It was aware of him now.

Shubba wiped the blood from his mouth and looked at his reflection again.

The blue glow in his eyes had stabilized.

Six Eyes.

Infinity.

The names no longer felt impossible.

He lifted one hand and let a raindrop fall toward his palm.

It slowed.

The drop stopped just above his skin.

A smile flickered across his face despite the pain.

“I really have it.”

The smile vanished when something answered from beyond the barrier.

A pulse moved through the city.

Not like cursed energy from a common curse. This was heavier. Sharper. Ancient in its violence.

The remaining windows in the alley cracked at once.

A voice rolled through the sealed site, low and amused.

“So that is where it went.”

Shubba’s eyes narrowed.

The blue glow sharpened until every raindrop around him became a shining blade.

The voice came again.

“Gojo’s eyes.”

A laugh followed.

It was not loud, but the alley seemed to shrink around it.

Shubba felt the presence turn toward him from somewhere far beyond the barrier. A presence with enough cursed energy to make the Six Eyes flare in warning.

Sukuna.

The name surfaced in his mind like a blade pulled from deep water.

Shubba tried to activate Infinity again.

The first layer formed around his body.

Pain ripped through his skull.

He nearly fell, but forced the technique to remain. The invisible distance settled between him and the rain, trembling but intact.

Across the district, the sealed site groaned.

Something struck the barrier from within.

Once.

Twice.

On the third impact, a red crack spread across the darkness above the rooftops.

Shubba stared at it, blood dripping from his chin.

His eyes were no longer flickering.

They were awake.

Inside the sealed site, Sukuna laughed again.

And this time, the barrier began to open.

End of chapter one. 4 more chapters and about 10,128 words in the full book.