After one month of the lease the renter drove 5400 miles after just 9 days he reached 10000 miles.
Also the renter returned the car after 3 years with only a scratch on the front bumper.
Prologue — Before the Loss
Nanako and Mimiko were already dead.
Their phone lay cracked on the ground, screen still glowing. Sukuna picked it up out of boredom, scrolling with mild curiosity—until he saw Reddit.
Power-scaling threads. Tier lists. Confident conclusions.
“Sukuna is city-level.” “Overhyped.” “Doesn’t pass universal.”
Silence followed.
Then sukuna said. “Interesting.”
For the first time in his life, Sukuna didn’t want domination.
He wanted correction.
Not as a curse. Not as a god.
As a king--
The Loss That Opened the Door
Later, Yuji Itadori defeated him.
Not through greater power—through resolve. Sukuna accepted the loss with something close to respect.
But death didn’t end him.
Because Sukuna had already decided something before dying.
If this universe limits me… I’ll leave it.
When consciousness faded, it didn’t dissolve.
It migrated to the god of war verse so he could get the perfect ce output for his vessel
Sukuna steps into the realm of the Sisters of Fate. Threads of time stretch before him, each glowing filament a possible moment in reality.
Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos sense his presence and immediately move to manipulate the timeline against him.
CE surges through Sukuna, now fused with full temporal manipulation. Dismantle, Cleave, and Malevolent Shrine hum in unison.
Individual Named Character Fights
Attempts to erase Sukuna from existence, twisting threads of probability.
Sukuna integrates temporal energy into CE, pre-resolving all threads.
Cleave strikes across causality, severing her connection to the timelines.
Tries to trap Sukuna in endless loops of potential failure.
Sukuna absorbs temporal distortions into CE, amplifying Malevolent Shrine.
Dismantle disassembles Lachesis internally before she can react.
Attempts the final strike to decide Sukuna’s fate.
Sukuna integrates time perception with CE.
Cleave slices her body; Malevolent Shrine disassembles her from the inside.
Narrator: “Even the threads of fate themselves snapped before Sukuna. Causality now flowed through him like water.”
Timeline Manipulation: Kenjaku’s Perfect Vessel
With temporal mastery in hand, Sukuna targets the timeline where Kenjaku is positioned for backshots from Jin Itadori.
He enters the timeline personally, stepping into the exact moment.
Jin Itadori is pushed aside by Sukuna’s hand.
Sukuna delivers the backshots himself, ensuring perfect output and synchronization for his vessel in the future.
The ritual succeeds flawlessly; the vessel for Sukuna’s future power is perfected.
Narrator: “Sukuna did not leave causality to chance. He entered it, acted directly, and perfected the sequence himself. The future had been rewritten to his will.”
Temporal energy now permanently flows with CE, amplifying all subsequent Dismantle, Cleave, and Malevolent Shrine attacks.
Portal opens to the One Piece Universe, ready for the next sequence of battles.
System Acquired Immediately: Haki, Devil Fruit Awareness, Physical Enhancement
Wait for part 2
By the old Shibuya Station, lookin’ lazy at the street, There’s a demon inside lurkin’, and I know we’re meant to meet;
For the sparks are in the alley, and the Shinto bells they say: "Come you back, you pink-haired vessel; come you back to Shibuya!"
Come you back to Shibuya,
Where the kings’ power lay: Can’t you hear the red and Crimson hummin’ ‘round the Shibuya Bay?
On the road to Shibuya,
Where the Shikigami play, An’ the Domain comes up like thunder outer shadows ‘crost the day!
I was just a kid from heian with a heavy, cursed meal, But I swallowed down the brother and I signed a deadly deal; An’ I seed ’im first a-laughin’ in the garden of the mind, A-plannin’ for the slaughter of the rest of human-kind: Bloomin’ King made out o’ spite— In the middle of the night— Plucky lot he cared for mercy when he showed me how to fight! On the road to Shibuya . . .
When the veil was on the city an’ the sun was droppin’ slow, He’d flash a crooked finger an’ I’d let the King out—low! With the marks upon my forehead an’ the malice in his eye, I’d wake to find the rubble where he let the city die. Malevolent Shrine in a pile With a dark and deadly smile, Where the guilt it ’ung so ’eavy you could feel it for a mile! On the road to Shibuya . . .
But that’s all shove be’ind me—long ago an’ fur away, An’ there ain’t no trains a-runnin’ through the wreckage of the fray;
An’ I’m learnin’ ’ere in Kyoto what the hiean soldier tells: "If you’ve ’eard the sparks a-callin’, you won’t never ’eed naught else."
No! you won’t ’eed nothin’ else But them rotten, cursed smells, An’ the Cleave an’ Dismantle an’ the tinkly temple-bells;
On the road to Shibuya . . .
I am sick o’ wastin’ dismantles on gritty pavin’-stones, An’ the blasted winter hunger wakes the Sukuna in my bones; Tho’ I walk with Todo’s spirit from the Zenin to the Strand, An’ they talks a lot o’ duty, lot I ought to feel for land, Black Flash in an empty ’and— Law! wot do they understand? I’ve a neater, stronger technique in a cleaner, greener land!
On the road to Shibuya . . .
Ship me somewheres east of Tokyo, where the best is like the worst,
Where there aren’t no Higher-Ups an’ a king can raise a thirst; For the temple-bells are callin’, an’ it’s there that I would be— By the old Shibuya Station, lookin’ lazy at the sea; On the road to Shibuya,
Where the kings’ power lay, With our wounded in the shadows when we went to Shibuya! On the road to Shibuya,
Where the Shikigami play, An’ the Domain comes up like thunder outer shadows ‘crost the day!
Dear people of Sudan,
I do not intend to be rude, but rather to address a reality that I have observed. I have spent ages studying every nation, their histories, their cultures, and specifically the nature of your people. It is clear to me that the Sudanese soul suffers from a fragmented loyalty; one tends to be unfaithful to one’s own kind. For any nation to rise, the people must first learn the art of staying—to toil for the glory of the land rather than the selfish enrichment of one’s own pockets.
Let us speak of the obsession with democracy. It is a path to ruin. It breeds more corruption than good because it grants the same voice to the uneducated as it does to the wise. It becomes nothing more than a popularity contest—a hollow game of speeches where the loudest person wins the crowd.
Consider, then, the Monarch. One may call it unfair, but it is a far more stable order than the frantic looting of a President. A President is a temporary tenant; he knows his time is short, so he steals as much as he can before his term expires. A King, however, knows he stays. Unless he is possessed by pure greed, he is incentivized to do good to ensure the people love him and his son inherits a strong kingdom.
Look to the GCC countries. They have a Royal family, but they are guided by experts—ministers who have studied hard to be chosen. Sudan should start here: a King ruling over ministers of agriculture, education, technology, and the military. These leaders should not emerge from the blunt ranks of the military; there should be a dedicated college for the education of ministers. The top students would then be presented by the incumbent Minister to the King, who chooses who shall be the new leader.
But where would this King come from? One cannot vote for a King; that is a contradiction. A King only appears by forcing his will and changing the government himself—and I know that in this land, that simply heralds another war.
I wish to know your take on my opinion and what you envision as the ideal way of governing. This is a discussion, and I intend only to add the knowledge of your perspective to my existing knowledge of all other nations and peoples.