The mission should've been over. After all, he had completed all of his objectives. The peak of the Jujutsu world, that Gojo brat? Dead. Ponytail boy, clearly full of himself? Dropped like crap on the ground. And the Star Plasma Vessel? Stone-cold dead.
Everything was perfect. The payment was already hitting his bank account, with a generous bonus to top it off. He could almost smell the money.
So why? Why, in the name of all the Jujutsu world's crap, was Toji seeing him standing there? "Is this for real?"
"Yo. Long time, huh?"
Satoru Gojo was there, standing, wearing that irritating smile that made anyone want to punch him. The top half of his uniform was open, revealing a white button-up shirt soaked in dried blood.
His white hair was stained dark red on the left side — exactly where Toji had driven the blade in. But what really caught the bounty hunter's eye were the Six Eyes. They glowed with a supernatural brilliance, like the very sky had descended to stare down the world.
'Something's changed,' Toji thought, noticing the obvious shift in the brat's gaze.
"Amanai Riko," Satoru said calmly, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. "Did she suffer?"
Toji narrowed his eyes, instinct screaming to stay alert. With a swift motion, he reached over his shoulder, pulling the Inverted Spear of Heaven from the mouth of the cursed spirit. "You talking about the girl? Put a bullet through her brain."
"A quick death, then." Gojo tilted his head, the smile never wavering. "Ah! Before anything else—" He bowed in an exaggerated, mocking gesture that was almost an insult in itself. "I want to thank you. When you so kindly stabbed me, that was the little push I needed to finally understand. The core of cursed energy."
Toji clenched his teeth, his hand tightening around the hilt of the blade hard enough to whiten his knuckles. "You're talkin' a lot for someone who was bleeding out on the floor just minutes ago, brat."
"Maybe I am. It's just... I've never felt so alive before," Gojo replied, lifting his head. "Now, I hope you're ready, because I'll only kill you once I'm... satisfied."
'I already killed you once.' Toji planted his feet firmly on the ground as he adjusted his grip on the Inverted Spear of Heaven. "This will be a separate job."
With those words, Toji launched himself forward, the force of his movement shattering the pavement in a cloud of dust and debris.
The world around him became a blur, pure speed making the air scream in his ears. He was a predator in motion, and the Inverted Spear carved through the space ahead with deadly precision, aimed straight at Gojo's heart.
Satoru tilted his body to the side at the very last millisecond. The blade passed inches from his chest, close enough to tear a few threads from his clothing.
Toji didn't stop. He spun his body in a fluid motion, the Spear tracing an upward arc toward Gojo's neck. The attack was so fast it looked more like a silver blur than a physical weapon.
The bounty hunter felt the blood pounding in his veins, instinct honed sharp guiding every strike. He didn't need cursed energy — his body was the weapon, trained to the limits of human perfection. Every blow was calculated, yet feral, like a tiger ripping into its prey.
Satoru, however, moved as if he were dancing. He ducked his head, the blade passing so close it sliced the tip of a strand of hair. With a sidestep, he dodged another strike, his body flowing like water, always one step ahead.
'How did he get so fast!' Toji roared in his mind, frustration mounting as he unleashed an unforgiving flurry of blows. The Spear traced deadly arcs, each attack faster and more precise than the last — yet all found only empty space. 'Change of plans.'
Seeing his strikes failing, Toji stomped down with brutal force, shattering the asphalt beneath him, the ground erupting in a spray of jagged fragments.
Spinning his body hard, Toji swept the air with his leg, hurling the debris toward Gojo like a concrete machine gun. 'While you activate the Infinity and think I'll come at you head-on again, I—'
Moving at high speed, Toji slipped around the debris, the Inverted Spear ready to pierce Gojo's flank. But when he reached the boy's blind spot, he froze. Gojo wasn't there.
"This time, my eyes are fixed on you," a cold, sharp voice spoke behind him.
Toji reacted purely on instinct, swinging the Spear in a strike, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp hiss. But once again, it met only nothing.
"Black Flash."
Before he could process it, a tremendous impact struck his right rib, the force pushing him back a few centimeters. 'Ugh!' The pain came right after, but it was nothing Toji couldn't endure. What truly unsettled him was the laughter that followed.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Gojo's laugh was pure ecstasy — a mix of triumph and something almost manic.
The dopamine spike, the overwhelming sensation of finally grasping the world around him, fused with the rush of unleashing a Black Flash.
For Satoru Gojo, that moment was more than a fight — it was transcendence. He felt every fiber of his being vibrate, as if he had broken the chains that bound him and touched the divine.
'I want more!' Satoru thought as he charged at Toji. 'Black Flash!'
BAM!
Satoru's fist struck Toji's chest, followed by an explosion of black energy.
Toji was hurled backward, his feet scraping against the shattered ground as he dug in his heels to resist. Pain radiated through his torso, muscles tightening against the force of the blow. 'That little shit thinks he can take me on in hand-to-hand combat?!'
With a roar, the bounty hunter closed the distance in the blink of an eye, his right fist shooting forward like a missile. The punch landed on Gojo's face with a dry crack that echoed through the air.
Satoru's head snapped to the side, a tooth flying off alongside a spray of blood. But the boy didn't waver. His Six Eyes burned with insane intensity as a maniacal smile stretched across his bloodied lips. 'MORE! MORE! MORE!'
The two clashed in a storm of blows, their movements so fast that only elite sorcerers could make out the silhouettes amidst the blurs.
The air cracked with each impact as blood splattered across the fractured ground. Toji's Inverted Spear traced cuts along Satoru's arms, chest, and ribs, the flesh splitting open only to be sealed moments later by his Reverse Cursed Technique.
Satoru, in turn, wounded the hunter far less—leaving only a deep gash on the man's forehead, from which blood trickled down, mixing with sweat and dust.
'How does he already have this much control?!' Toji thought, dodging a flurry of Gojo's punches. 'But that won't be a problem—'
The hunter cut off his own thoughts when he had to dodge on pure instinct from Gojo's curse-charged fist aimed at his chin.
The blow missed by mere inches, and Toji felt the air ripple past. 'Is he getting stronger or am I getting slower?!' Toji gritted his teeth, realizing just how dangerous this was becoming.
Gojo Satoru wasn't just a prodigy — he was a monster in the making, turning every second of the fight into a lesson for his growth. Every brutal blow from Toji, every slash of the Inverted Spear, seemed to be absorbed by Satoru as learning, making the next hits increasingly harder to land.
The boy's blue eyes gleamed with insatiable hunger, deciphering the hunter's movements and refining his own technique with each exchange. Toji could feel it in his flesh, in the growing weight of Satoru's counterattacks.
'He's using me to evolve!' As much as it hurt his pride to admit, Toji knew that if he didn't end the fight now, he'd be in serious trouble.
"You were more fearless when I was exhausted!" Satoru shouted, laughing loudly, the sound merging with the chaos.
'I need to drive the Inverted Spear into him — that way, he won't be able to use any technique—' Toji's thoughts were cut off as Satoru, in a burst of speed, struck with a spinning kick cloaked in cursed energy, landing hard against the side of Toji's face.
The blow made the hunter's world spin for a moment, but it was enough time for Satoru to advance with his fist raised, eyes glowing with pure madness.
BAM!
Toji's head snapped back as he felt blood pool in his mouth. 'Strong— I'm stronger!' Regaining his footing quickly, he dodged another punch and spat blood into the boy's eyes. 'Now!'
Taking advantage of Gojo's momentary blindness, Toji spun the Inverted Spear, its sharp tip slicing through the air toward the sorcerer's neck. 'I won!'
But the spear struck only air.
!
A chill crawled up Toji's spine. Feeling danger behind him, he turned, instincts screaming. There was Satoru, floating upside down, smiling like a demon.
His right hand, shaped like a pistol, pointed straight at Toji.
"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red."
The words had barely left Satoru's lips when a crimson sphere condensed at the tip of his index finger, pulsing like a miniature star. The air around it trembled, as if reality itself were being distorted.
Toji's eyes widened, instinct screaming danger. He tried to hurl himself to the side, but the movement was useless. Satoru unleashed Red, which shot through the air too fast to dodge.
'Shit!' Red struck Toji square in the chest, the overwhelming force flinging him like a ragdoll, his body spinning uncontrollably before crashing into a concrete wall that collapsed in a cloud of dust and debris.
For a moment, silence took over the place—then the hunter emerged from the rubble. "He's really a monster." Taking a few steps, Toji felt his legs give out and fell to his knees, the Inverted Spear driven into the ground to support him.
He was gasping, his chest burning as if it had been plunged into fire. Slowly, Toji lowered his gaze to his torso, assessing the damage.
His shirt, around the chest area, had simply evaporated—disintegrated by Red. The skin beneath was raw, a patch of scorched and torn flesh, with thick streams of blood dripping onto the floor and staining the concrete. 'Damn it!'
***
Floating in the air, Satoru opened his arms as if embracing the sky itself. The warmth of the sun bathed his skin, golden rays reflecting off his white hair. His Six Eyes, glowing with an intensity that seemed to rival the daylight, watched the endless blue of the sky blending with the orange-tinged clouds.
'I'm sorry, Amanai. I'm not angry about what just happened to you.'
All the emotion, adrenaline, and excitement from just a second ago had vanished, giving way to peace. In that moment, Satoru felt the world in a way he never had before — every particle of cursed energy, every vibration in the air, every heartbeat around him. It was as if he had become part of the universe itself.
'I don't feel remorse, hatred, or sadness.'
The wind blew gently, brushing against his face and making the torn fabric of his uniform flutter. All the problems, the worries, and responsibilities felt distant — insignificant.
'It's just that in this very moment—'
Satoru closed his eyes for a second, letting the sensation envelop him. It was like being submerged in an ocean, every ounce of cursed energy amplifying his perception, his strength, his very essence.
'—I feel like a god.'
Then, Satoru opened his eyes and straightened mid-air, a slow smile curving his lips as he spoke, his voice echoing around him, "Throughout Heaven and Earth, I Alone Am The Honored One."
Below, Toji forced himself to stand and pulled a chain from the mouth of the cursed spirit clinging to his shoulder. 'Should I run?... As if. And even if I tried, that thing wouldn't let me get far'. With a grunt, he connected the chain to the handle of the Inverted Spear. 'I'm ending this now.'
With a sharp motion, Toji spun the chain above his head, the spear whirling in a deadly arc. 'Now!' He hurled the weapon with lethal precision, the tip aimed straight at Satoru's head.
Satoru tilted his head slightly, the Six Eyes tracking every inch of the incoming strike with an almost omniscient clarity. 'This fight has already run its course.' He raised his right hand, the gesture calm as the spear closed in.
'The fusion of Blue's attraction and Red's repulsion. A convergence of forces that, when combined, generate an imaginary mass—' Satoru could feel both energies, spiraling like yin and yang, ready to be shaped into something that hadn't appeared in the world for ages.
The spear was mere inches from his face when Satoru moved his hand, pointing toward Toji. The air around his fingers began to warp, a sphere of purple energy forming—pulsing in a way that seemed to devour the very light around it.
"Hollow Purple"
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