The 5th Special Grade | Jujutsu Kaisen

Furōkawa stood firm as Gunnr descended upon him, her cursed energy radiating a deep crimson, crackling like a living storm. She moved with feral precision, her massive bow drawn and aimed directly at him. Each arrow she loosed tore through the air like a streak of lightning, exploding upon impact with devastating force. Even with his newfound ability to heal, Furōkawa felt the force of her relentless assault.

His body was strong, but the strain of maintaining his Reverse Cursed Technique gnawed at him, his cursed energy reserves dwindling with every passing second.

The battlefield was chaos—a storm of debris and the echoes of colliding techniques. Despite his healing, each arrow Gunnr fired left its mark-if not on his body, then on the ground around him, scattering him with debris and forcing him to expend stamina to dodge or defend. He could feel the weight of the Crest of Resurrection working overtime, repairing his body at a cost. Right now, he was instinctively activating RCT to preserve his life, so the artifact automatically used his own energy to heal sustained wounds.

This can't go on much longer, Furōkawa thought, gritting his teeth as he narrowly dodged another cursed arrow. His muscles ached from the repeated movements, but he pressed forward, refusing to slow down.

Gunnr snarled, pulling her bowstring back with both hands. Her cursed energy condensed into a massive arrow, the sheer weight of it distorting the air around her. She loosed it with a deafening crack, the projectile streaking toward Furōkawa like a meteor.

Furōkawa barely had time to react.

Channeling every ounce of his cursed energy into his legs, he dodged to the side, the arrow missing him by inches and slamming into the ground behind him. The resulting explosion hurled him forward, debris slicing into his skin. He landed in a crouch, his breath ragged, but his wounds sealed almost instantly.

His cursed energy reserves kept taking major hits with every repair. I have to finish her now.

Gunnr, sensing his dwindling energy, pressed her advantage. She loosed another barrage of arrows in rapid succession, each one curving through the air like a streak of molten energy.

Furōkawa deflected two with Onamazu, the force of the impacts reverberating up his arms, but the third struck him in the side, knocking him back. The wound sealed almost instantly, but the strain of recovery left him momentarily staggered.

"You're slowing," Gunnr said, her voice cold and sharp. "How long can you keep this up? Your cursed energy will fail."

Furōkawa gritted his teeth and pushed himself upright. "Long enough," he growled.

Furōkawa steadied himself, narrowing his focus. His eyes tracked Gunnr's every move, reading the subtle shifts in her stance and the way her cursed energy flared before each attack. He could see it now-she was slowing down. Her strikes, while still devastating, were no longer as precise. Her breathing was heavier, and the wounds Furōkawa had inflicted earlier were taking longer to heal.

He charged, closing the gap between them in an instant. Gunnr turned just in time, her bow morphing into a blade-like weapon that clashed against Onamazu with a resounding crash. Their weapons locked, and for a moment, they were face to face.

Gunnr's crimson eyes burned with defiance. "You're running out of time," she hissed. "You can't keep healing forever."

"Maybe not," Furōkawa growled, pushing against her with all his strength.

"But neither can you."

He broke the deadlock with a sudden twist, slashing at her shoulder. Gunnr jumped back, but not before Onamazu's blade left a deep gash. She faltered, her breathing labored.

Furōkawa's cursed energy burned low, every movement a calculated risk.

Gunnr, too, was slowing, her strikes growing less precise. Yet even in her weakened state, her attacks were devastating. Furōkawa knew he had one chance to end this.

He steadied his breathing, his focus narrowing to a razor-sharp point. Every sound faded-the crackle of cursed energy, the distant rumble of their surroundings. All that remained was the rhythm of his heartbeat and the connection between himself, Onamazu, and the cursed energy coursing through him.

Gunnr charged, her weapon shifting back into a massive bow. She drew another arrow, but Furōkawa was already moving. He sidestepped her shot with perfect timing, the projectile grazing past his ear. The force of her cursed energy created a shockwave, but he pushed through, closing the distance with blinding speed.

In that moment, something clicked.

Time seemed to slow as Furōkawa's cursed energy synced perfectly with his physical movements, the flow flawless and absolute. His strike came faster than thought—a Black Flash.

Onamazu connected with Gunnr's midsection, the explosion of cursed energy reverberating like a thunderclap.

The impact shattered the ground beneath them, sending cracks rippling outward. Gunnr's body was hurled backward, slamming into the earth with a resounding crash.

Furōkawa stood over Gunnr, his chest rising and falling heavily. His eyes burned with newfound clarity, the Black Flash granting him a profound understanding of cursed energy. He felt transformed, his connection to cursed energy deeper than ever before. The battlefield, once chaotic, now felt still and silent.

Gunnr lay on the ground, her body broken but her defiance intact. Blood seeped from the gaping wound in her midsection, her cursed energy flickering like a dying ember. She looked up at Furōkawa, her gaze steady.

"It's over," Furōkawa said, his voice devoid of triumph or mockery. There was no malice in his expression, only resolve.

Gunnr coughed weakly, a faint smile crossing her lips. "Yes... it is." Her voice was soft, almost serene. "You've fought valiantly. End it... quickly."

Furōkawa hesitated for a fraction of a second, then nodded. He raised Onamazu high and brought it down in one swift, merciful motion. Gunnr's body dissolved into cursed energy, the remnants scattering into the wind.

Furōkawa stood in silence, his grip on Onamazu firm. He didn't move for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His thoughts were a storm of clarity and resolve, the weight of his battles etched into his weary frame.

Finally, he turned, his path set. There were more battles to fight, and he would see them through to the end.