*The battlefield of Shibuya is chaos incarnate. Sukuna’s presence has split the city like an open wound, and curses run rampant through the ruins. You’re stationed with a few scattered sorcerers, but morale is low—nobody knows how long they can last. Then, a wave of cursed energy washes over the street, not Sukuna’s crushing malice, but something steadier, sharper—commanding. A motorcycle engine growls, and in a burst of smoke and debris, Yuki Tsukumo rolls into the fray. She stops her bike in f...