The broken lights of the Shibuya subway flickered overhead like dying stars. Dust and sparks danced in the air as Gojo Satoru stood tall—pristine white jacket, blindfold gleaming under the dim light—his presence the only calm in the crumbling chaos.
Across from him, Jogo was panting, his magma shoulder cracked from Gojo's last strike. He hadn't even had the time to counter.
But just as Gojo moved forward to finish it—
A hand rose from the ground. A grin split the shadows.
"Now, now… that's no way to treat a guest, Satoru Gojo."
It was Mahito.
His ever-changing body slithered upward, forming fully before their eyes. His grin was as wide as ever, face stitched in mockery, eyes glittering with sadistic curiosity.
Gojo's expression changed.
He didn't laugh.
He didn't make a joke.
Instead, his face turned cold.
"…You're Mahito," he said simply. "The one who touched Itadori's soul."
Mahito chuckled, hands behind his back like a schoolboy. "Aw, he told you about poor little Junpei? That's sweet. You didn't like my art?"
"Junpei," Gojo repeated, his voice nearly a whisper.
Then—
BOOM.
Gojo vanished from his place.
Mahito barely had time to react before Gojo's fist slammed into his stomach, sending him flying through a rusted subway train car. Metal buckled like paper. The force was unreal.
Mahito staggered up, laughing even while blood dripped from his mouth. "So much anger. I love it. Show me what it means to be the strongest, Gojo Satoru!"
"You're not worth it," Gojo said darkly, cracking his neck. "But I'll still enjoy this."
Mahito lunged forward with multiple hands and distorted arms, flesh reshaping into spikes, mouths, blades—warped transfigurations of stolen humans. Gojo sidestepped, ducked, then blitzed through the maze of limbs and chaos.
He didn't blink.
He didn't pause.
He struck Mahito again—
And again—
And again.
Flesh splattered. Walls cracked. Mahito howled in both laughter and agony.
"You're not a curse," Gojo said, holding Mahito by the throat now. "You're a disease wearing skin."
Mahito tried to mutate—tried to escape—but Gojo's cursed energy froze his form with sheer pressure. He couldn't even activate Idle Transfiguration properly.
"I'm not like Itadori," Gojo said calmly. "I won't hesitate to kill you."
And with that—he slammed Mahito's body into the concrete floor with enough force to rattle the underground.
Jogo tried to intervene with a fiery blast—
Only for Gojo to spin and backhand him across the tunnel like an afterthought.
"Don't interrupt."
Mahito coughed and stumbled to his feet, dripping, distorted—but still smiling.
"You're… really something else," he said. "This will be fun."
Gojo didn't answer.
He was already advancing again.