Akagetsu . 赤月

"I'll bring Sukuna out."

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The battlefield was drenched in the stench of death and decay, the ruined detention center standing as a crumbling monument to their desperation. Yuji and Megumi stood amidst the destruction, bodies tense, breaths ragged. The Special Grade loomed before them, its grotesque form pulsating with unnatural energy, its jagged mouth stretching into a grotesque grin. It knew they were at their limit.

Yuji clenched his fists, his body screaming in exhaustion, but his mind was clear. There was only one way out of this. He turned to Megumi, his expression serious. "Go to Naomi and Nobara and get out of here," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos. "I'll bring Sukuna out."

Megumi's eyes widened, his body stiffening. "No," he said immediately, shaking his head. "You have no control over him. You don't know what he'll do."

Yuji exhaled sharply, frustration flickering in his gaze. "And if we both stay here, we die. You saw how strong that thing is. We're barely keeping up. If Sukuna comes out, we have a chance." He grabbed Megumi's sleeve, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Please. Get Naomi and Nobara out of here. That's more important than anything right now."

Megumi's jaw tightened. His instincts screamed against it, every nerve in his body resisting the idea of leaving Yuji alone. But Naomi and Nobara—he had to get them to safety. He knew the dangerous situation Naomi is in. Could she even handle it?

A long silence stretched between them, only broken by the sickening sounds of the curse shifting, preparing to attack. Megumi closed his eyes for half a second before finally stepping back. "You better come back alive," he muttered, turning sharply on his heel and running toward the exit.

Yuji watched him go, exhaling heavily before turning back to the Special Grade. His fingers curled into a fist, his entire body tensing. "Alright, you bastard," he muttered under his breath, lifting his hand to his chest, gripping his own beating heart.

And then—

Everything shifted.

A wicked grin stretched across his face as his posture straightened, his aura twisting into something dark, something regal. Sukuna had arrived.

The Special Grade let out a guttural growl, sensing the shift, its previous amusement now tainted with unease. Sukuna tilted his head, a chuckle escaping his lips as he cracked his knuckles. "Oh? Not so cocky anymore, are we?" he mused, his voice dripping with mockery. In an instant, he moved—faster than sight, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye. His claws slashed through the air, tearing into the curse with merciless precision.

The Special Grade screamed.

It retaliated, lashing out wildly, but Sukuna dodged effortlessly, weaving through its attacks like a predator toying with its prey. His smirk deepened as he drove his knee into its chest, sending it crashing through the remains of the walls.

But just as he was about to finish it, he paused.

Something flickered in his crimson eyes—an odd realization, a twisted amusement. His gaze drifted downward, as if sensing something beyond the battlefield, something far more interesting.

His grin widened.

"Ohhh," he mused, tapping his chin with a sharp claw. "I see now." His gaze returned to the Special Grade, a cruel chuckle escaping his lips. "Your death..." he murmured, voice slow, deliberate, taunting. "Shouldn't come from me."

The curse stilled.

Sukuna tilted his head, his grin widening. "No, your death belongs to someone else, and she will be back."

His words dripped with amusement, but his eyes burned with something deeper—anticipation. As if he were waiting, watching, knowing something that no one else did. And then, with an exaggerated sigh, he let go.

Yuji's body slumped.

The dark energy that had filled the air vanished, and just like that—Sukuna was gone.

Yuji collapsed.

Megumi arrived after seeing Naomi taking Nobara out just in time to see Yuji hit the ground, unmoving. His stomach dropped.

"Yuji—!" He ran forward, dropping to his knees beside him. Yuji's body was still warm, but his breathing was weak, his face pale. Megumi's fists clenched as he fought the rising panic in his chest.

And Now, as if the situation wasn't bad enough, he felt it. After Naomi came in and fighting the curse and both knocked out he felt something.

A presence.

Something shifting.

Something awakening.

His head snapped up, his breath caught in his throat.

It was Naomi.

And what he saw—

Was impossible.

The air crackled with heat. The battlefield, already in ruins, became suffocatingly still—unnaturally so. The Special Grade, looming over Naomi with its twisted, grotesque grin, suddenly paused. Its many eyes flickered with uncertainty, sensing the change before it even began.

Naomi's body trembled, her breath shallow as she knelt beside Yuji's unconscious form. The weight of exhaustion pressed on her chest, her limbs screaming in protest, but then—something called to her.

A voice, deep and ancient, rumbled through her very soul.

"You are ready."

And then—

Fire.

A crimson moon burned in the sky above them, its eerie glow casting shadows across the battlefield. The moment stretched, slowed, the heat intensifying as the air around Naomi crackled. And then—

Fire erupted from her body.

Naomi's attire had transformed along with her—her once ordinary clothes were now replaced by a black and crimson battle robe, the fabric resembling molten embers, flickering as if woven from fire itself. Golden accents traced the edges, glowing faintly, and around her wrists, charred gauntlets pulsed with residual heat, as though forged in the heart of a volcano.

Her white hair burned away, strands shifting into a deep, blood-red hue. Her once-familiar eyes blazed with molten gold, an unnatural glow that sent the Special Grade stumbling back in hesitation.

A shape began to form in her hands, its presence imposing, overwhelming, absolute. A weapon, forged from the very flames coursing through her veins, materialized with a roar of searing heat.

Hinokiba – The Fang of the Sun. 

A massive black and crimson greatsword, its obsidian blade pulsating with pure destruction, settled into her grip. Naomi held it effortlessly, despite its size—despite the way it radiated raw power.

The curse shrieked and lunged.

Naomi charged.

The moment their bodies clashed, the battlefield erupted.

The Special Grade swiped at her with its massive claws, but Naomi's instincts—sharpened beyond human comprehension—guided her. She dodged in a flash, her movements impossibly fast, leaving afterimages of golden embers in her wake.

With a single swing, she slashed through the curse's arm, severing it cleanly. The dismembered limb didn't hit the ground—it disintegrated into ashes the moment Hinokiba's blade cut through it.

The curse howled in agony, but Naomi didn't stop.

Blackened flames erupted from Naomi's body, swallowing the ground beneath her feet, devouring the air itself. The once-frigid air turned scorching, waves of heat rippling outward in an unforgiving storm.

The Special Grade recoiled, screeching, its grotesque body writhing in sudden distress. It recognized this power—it had felt something like it before, long ago, when it was still nothing.

Naomi rose to her feet, her body wreathed in swirling embers, the fire coursing through her veins like living energy. Her once-soft blue eyes burned a deep crimson, reflecting the rising flames. Her breathing evened, the pain fading into something distant, something insignificant.

She had no words—only instinct.

The Special Grade lunged at her, its claws stretching unnaturally, sharp enough to carve through steel. But the moment it touched her flames—

S̵C̵R̵E̵E̵C̵H̵!

Its another arm disintegrated. Not burned. Erased.

The creature howled, staggering back, its body convulsing in agony as the blackened flames ate through its very existence. Naomi stepped forward, her hands curling into fists. The flames around her pulsed, responding to her will, twisting and writhing like a living entity, like something far older than her own being.

And then she whispered:

"Scorched Offering."

Her voice echoed through the battlefield, commanding.

The very ground beneath them ignited, black flames bursting forth and swallowing everything in a sea of death. The fire didn't just burn—it consumed. The walls, the ceiling, even the air itself crackled and melted under the sheer intensity of her cursed energy.

The Special Grade thrashed violently, its grotesque form withering under the infernal heat. But Naomi didn't give it a chance to recover.

She moved like fire itself—unpredictable, wild, untouchable.

A flash of crimson. A downward swing. The curse barely dodged in time, but the pressure of the blade alone split the earth open beneath them.

It tried to retaliate, launching cursed energy blasts at her, but Naomi did not waver. She twisted her body, slicing through the attacks mid-air, her molten gaze locked onto her target.

The flames around them grew hungrier.

Naomi raised Hinokiba high above her head, her entire body glowing like a dying star. The heat became unbearable, the air itself warping under the intensity of her power.

"Burn." 

She swung.

The world erupted.

A colossal pillar of black and crimson flames consumed the Special Grade whole. Naomi stood amidst the wreckage, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. The infernal glow around her began to flicker, dimming. Her grip on Hinokiba loosened, and as her body trembled, the greatsword shattered into embers.

A deafening roar echoed through the ruins as a firestorm erupted from her outstretched hands. The ground split apart, molten cracks racing toward the Special Grade, engulfing it in a spiraling inferno. The flames did not stop. They wrapped around the curse, dragging it into a burning abyss.

The Special Grade thrashed, its monstrous shrieks filling the night air. It tried to escape—tried to claw its way out—but there was nowhere to run.

The flames wanted it.

Naomi lifted her gaze, and for the briefest moment, the crimson moon seemed to reflect in her burning eyes. The cursed flames rose higher, twisting into a massive vortex, consuming everything in its path.

The curse let out one final, desperate scream—

And then, it was gone.

Not a trace remained. Not even ashes.

The only thing left was the smoldering battlefield, scorched beyond recognition. The air was thick with heat, flickering embers swirling around Naomi's form. Her shoulders heaved with heavy breaths, her vision swimming.

The flames flickered.

And then—just as suddenly as they appeared—they vanished.

 The unbearable heat disappeared, leaving only silence.

She blinked blearily, her body shaking. It was over. The curse was gone.

But deep within her—Akagetsu had awakened.

And it was only the beginning.

Her strength was leaving her.

Her knees buckled.

And before she collapsed completely, her blurred gaze landed on Megumi—watching her with wide, disbelieving eyes. For a second, he said nothing.

Then, with quiet horror, he asked— "This isn't the Naomi I know..Just who the hell are you?"

Naomi's lips parted, but the answer didn't come from her. A voice not of this world rumbled from within her soul.

"Akagetsu."

The very name sent a ripple through the air, heavy and ancient, pressing against Megumi's chest like an unseen force. His heartbeat pounded in his ears.

And then—Naomi collapsed. Megumi lunged forward, catching her just as she fell.

Her body was burning, her breath shallow, her pulse weak. The fire had left her, but its aftermath still clung to her like an echo of something far greater than she could control.

As Megumi held her close, he felt something cold twist in his gut. This power—this thing inside Naomi—was beyond them. Beyond anything they had ever faced.

And the worst part?

It had just awakened.

Megumi won't say anything, but he's silently judging you for not voting. You can feel it, can't you? 

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