" Cursed technique: Royal Transformation "
As soon as the cursed spirit says this the black barrier surrounding him and Mute vanishes. The crown dangling off his left antler remains, meaning the cursed spirit hasn't closed his domain.
A freezing breeze goes through Mute's hair as the spirit in front of him extends his hand forward before squeezing his hand into a tight fist. The spirit stares at his fist before a grin appears on his face and he talks.
" Do you know this was my original body before I lost to him. I mean, of course, you don't remember me, but I think you deserve a history lesson before I kill you. "
Mute stares at the spirit before he points his fist at Mute. Mute glares at his fist until it flickers from his vision and reappears mere millimeters away from his nose. The punch slams into Mute's nose busting it open and sending him flipping through the air. Blood gushes out Mute's nose as his eyes were wide in pure shock. Mute couldn't see the spirit's movements at all.
The spirit watches Mute flip through the air as he slowly pulls back his fist and begins to talk.
" Around 1000 years ago, I was born. A child of royalty... "
Mute's feet are about to touch the ground when the spirit vanishes appearing under him. The spirit throws an upward kick that slams into Mute's spine sending him soaring into the sky as a powerful shockwave ripples out. Mute's body flies through birch branches until he floats 100 feet high in the air.
Mute's cloak blows wildly in the wind as he starts to fall back to the ground but before he can reach the ground. A massive ice pillar forms next to him. The spirit stands on the pillar with his arms crossed watching Mute fall through the air before he starts talking again.
" As a child, my father was assassinated, and I was sworn into the position of king at the mere age of six. My ability was ice but as a child, I had quite a warm heart. Seeing weakness my father's friends started to manipulate my actions... "
Mute flips in the air before shrinking the distance between him and the spirit. Mute lands on the ice pillar before throwing a powerful right hand that slams into the jaw of the spirit. A shockwave ripples out but to Mute's surprise, the spirit's face doesn't budge.
Mute pulls back his fist before crossing his arms, blocking a powerful kick that launches off the ice pillar. If Mute had six eyes like Gojo. He would have noticed something odd about the cursed spirit. His cursed energy wasn't coming from his body instead coming from the air around him. The spirit's body was absorbing the energy like a plant would sunlight.
" Before I could realize the terrible deeds I had committed, I had slaughtered the remaining portions of my family. I out of pure rage, I made a bounding vow with mother nature itself..."
As Mute fell out of the sky, he glanced back and noticed that his body was hurling toward a small town with less than 300 people. Mute stared at the town before he heard the sound of moving ice. Mute looked forward and watched as skyscraper-sized waves of ice were shot towards his body.
The waves of ice covered the sky blocking out the sun. Mute quickly moved his arm to the side sending slashes of strings at the ice slicing it into cubic pieces. Mute landed on one of the pieces before a kick slammed into his neck launching him off it. While Mute tumbles toward the town below him, two massive ice hands form in front of him.
The ice hands form fists before slowly punching towards the tumbling Mute. Mute narrowly lands on the ground coming to a sliding stop in the middle of a dirt path. The ice hands slam into houses destroying them as yells of agony roar out from the ruined homes. The giant ice hands disappear before the spirit gently lands on the ground twenty feet away from Mute.
" The vow with Mother Nature gave me endless cursed energy. Usually, this wouldn't be a problem, however, my body is now a shell of its former self. My body will probably destroy itself in five minutes. But when I made the vow with newfound strength. I killed my father's closest friends and became a true king who ruled for over thirty years. However... "
The sound of hurried footsteps enters Mute's and the spirit's ears as they both glance over towards the noise and see a crowd of people gathered together staring at Mute unable to see the spirit. Seeing this, Mute quickly reached into his cloak and pulled out a black mask, putting it on.
The crowd is about to yell something until a blast of freezing cold engulfs them. Turning their bodies into ice statues, freezing them to death. The spirit stares at the crowd before looking back at Mute and talking.
" However eventually the people of my kingdom grew tired of being ruled by one man. Casting me out to the very mountain I had just formed on. I lived on the mountain with no purpose in life until he showed up... "
The spirit took a single step forward before he appeared next to Mute throwing a kick into his side, launching him through the rubble of destroyed houses. Mute slammed his hand on a fallen support beam increasing its size and propelling it towards the spirit. But the spirit leaned its head to the left casually dodging it before talking.
" A legend or more of a myth appeared on the mountain I was living on. While I lived on this mountain rumors spread about me, claiming that I was one of, if not the strongest sorcerer alive. Which caught the attention of a man named Ryomen Sukuna... "
Mute gingerly stood tall as sweat rolled down his forehead. He breathed heavily. Mute's only objective now was to survive five minutes until the spirit's body destroyed itself. The spirit took a single step forward until massive shards of ice shot toward Mute. Mute raised his hand freezing the ice shards until the spirit's body flickered. Before Mute could react a punch slammed into his chin.
The mute body rolled on the ground crashing through pieces of rubble. He slid his leg on the ground, kicking a rock and creating a massive rock wall. The cursed spirit stared at the wall before scoffing and waving his hand. A narrow spear of ice shot towards the wall, destroying it completely.
As the shattered pieces of the wall loudly fell onto the ground, the spirit spoke once again.
" Sukuna and I battled for hours until his mastery of jujutsu was too much and I perished. "
The spirit started to slowly walk towards the Mute. His feet brushed past the collapsed wooden beams until his body flickered and appeared directly in front of Mute, throwing a powerful punch. While throwing the punch. The spirit spoke.
" My name is Mō Fubuki, the king of ice. "...