Keitaro and Satoru stood in front of a massive, intricate seal—one of Keitaro's most complex creations. The layered inscriptions pulsed faintly, forming an interconnected web of energy that mapped the entirety of Jujutsu society's barriers.
Which, to be fair, was Keitaro's greatest creation. We're talking about the peak of everything he had ever built—it sat at the top, untouchable by anything else, as this seal basically ran the full length of Japan.
Yes, every square inch of Japan. All of it.
Satoru whistled. "Damn. I knew you were a genius, but this? You really outdid yourself." Which, to be fair, was the unbiased truth—this was, in fact, his biggest seal ever made.
"Obviously," Keitaro said, crossing his arms. "I was there when Tengen almost turned into a curse. Gained access to her barriers and used my cursed energy and natural energy to stabilize them."
Shit took him a whole year, but oh well, he did it. No reason to bitch and moan about it any longer.
As for how he could afford to, you know, power all of this?
Keitaro looked at the Sukuna finger in the middle. Yes... he was using the King of Curses' remnant for this. Bite him. It was hella useful.
Satoru tilted his head. "And let me guess... that's when you got this bright idea?"
Keitaro nodded. "Natural energy and cursed energy don't mix. They're like water and oil. By infusing natural energy into the barriers, whenever a curse spawns within them, a disturbance appears." He gestured to the massive seal, where multiple dots flickered in different locations, marking curses. "The size of the disturbance tells us how strong the curse is. No more guessing, no more 'maybe it's a grade two' when it's actually a special grade freak of nature."
Satoru crouched down, his Six Eyes flashing as he examined the map in detail. His vision sharpened, analyzing every flicker, every pulse of energy.
"Not bad," Satoru admitted. "With my best Six Eyes, I can tell what kind of curse it is, what ability it might have, and exactly how strong it is. This system of yours is gonna prevent a lot of sorcerers from dying just because some pencil-pusher misreported a curse's strength."
Keitaro smirked. "That's the idea."
Yes, he implemented his friend's eye ability into it. He didn't want to leave any stone unturned. He wanted this to be done with.
They both stood there for a moment, letting the weight of what they'd just accomplished sink in.
Then—
Satoru clapped his hands together. "Okay! We prevented mass sorcerer deaths. Now, time for our next mission—convincing Geto to not be an idiot."
Yes, that was the goal. Keitaro knew why Geto defected and had basically worked to fix all of his friend's complaints. Sorcerers dying to curses stronger than reported? Fixed. Jujutsu High now knew exactly how strong a curse was.
The corrupt Jujutsu High system? Well, shit was like 95% fixed.
And sorcerers now received better education than ever before. The higher-ups barely had a say in Jujutsu society anymore.
Keitaro groaned. "Yeah... that's gonna be way harder than this."
"Which is why we should warm up first," Satoru said, grinning.
Keitaro raised an eyebrow. "Warm up?"
Satoru kicked a soccer ball at him out of nowhere. "Soccer time!"
Keitaro barely managed to block it with his foot before smirking. "Oh, you want to lose today, huh?"
Satoru grinned. "I never lose."
"Lie detected," Keitaro muttered as he kicked the ball back.
And with that, the two strongest sorcerers in the world proceeded to spend the next hour playing soccer like two overgrown children.
Maybe Satoru infused his kicks with Red to boost the ball's power. Maybe Keitaro teleported the ball around a bit. You would never know. It's not like you could prove they were using Jujutsu.
You are not a Jujutsu sorcerer.
You will not be able to see what they are doing.
The soccer game started off normal enough. Two of the strongest Jujutsu sorcerers in the world, casually kicking a ball back and forth on sacred ground, surrounded by the most advanced anti-curse detection system in history.
They could never cheat. This was...
Totally normal.
And then Satoru kicked the ball.
No, scratch that. He blasted it—infusing it with Red, sending it screaming across the field like a damn meteor.
Keitaro, unfazed, flicked his wrist. The ball vanished mid-air and reappeared right in front of Gojo's face.
"Oh shi—!"
The ball smacked him straight in the forehead, sending him stumbling back.
Why the heck did he not turn Infinity on at that moment? Well, guess we will never know. Rest in peace to the second strongest sorcerer alive.
Keitaro grinned. "Oops. My bad."
Satoru rubbed his head, looking genuinely impressed. "Okay. So we're cheating now? That's how we're playing?"
Keitaro shrugged. "What, you weren't using Jujutsu?"
"What's your proof?" Satoru said with a questioning gaze.
"I saw it. I saw the Red," Keitaro responded, to which Satoru simply replied—
"Well, I didn't, so you must be lying. My eyes are better, after all."
"You dick."
"I know."
Well, soccer could never get that serious.
Time skip: Five minutes later
Satoru levitated in the air, preparing for a bicycle kick. The man looked in the zone.
Infusing Blue into his foot, pulling the ball close, then switching to Red as he kicked the ball.
"Hollow..."
"You've got to be kidding me," Keitaro muttered, looking at the Purple beam coming toward him.
His goalkeeper gloves were not surviving this.
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