Swish
The Hero Association's futuristic aircraft cut through the clouds at a steady speed.
Inside the cabin, a warm light bathed the cushioned seats.
Damian sat in silence, arms crossed and eyes closed, his breathing calm and deep.
At the other end of the aisle.
Satoru, completely relaxed, was sunk into his seat with a curious smile.
He couldn't sit still.
Suddenly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, he looked enthusiastically at the man in the dark suit across from him.
"Don't make such a serious face! Come on, loosen up a bit. Tell me something. Among the S-Class heroes, aside from that mysterious Blast, who's the strongest? Atomic Samurai? I heard his sword can cut down to the molecular level, right? Or Tornado? Or maybe that muscular guy, Superalloy Darkshine? His biceps looked solid."
Sekingar didn't even blink. His expression remained unmoved, though a small twitch on his temple betrayed his discomfort.
Faced with the barrage of questions from the "external reinforcement," his professionalism forced him to maintain composure.
Without answering directly, he raised his wrist and activated his watch. A holographic screen unfolded, projecting portraits of the S-Class heroes along with their statistics.
"Mr. Gojo," he began in a meticulous tone, "the power ranking structure among heroes isn't that simple. Each has a set of abilities that differ completely from one another, so comparing their 'strength' directly lacks precision."
He pointed to the image of Atomic Samurai. "For example, his swordsmanship operates at the molecular level. His speed and precision are unmatched among humans. However…" He lowered his gaze slightly toward Satoru. "Against someone like you, with absolute spatial defense, the effectiveness of his attacks would be… questionable."
The image shifted, displaying a female figure floating in the air, surrounded by a green glow. "Tatsumaki. Her psychic power can lift entire cities, but her mental control and physical strength operate within an energy range. Your spatial technique would likely act as a natural barrier against that, although if her power reached its absolute limit, the outcome would be unpredictable."
Then appeared the imposing silhouette of Superalloy Darkshine. "The pinnacle of raw strength and physical defense. But against your isolation technique, his blows would be meaningless."
Sekingar continued cycling through the portraits one by one: Drive Knight, with his technological arsenal; Flashy Flash, with his lightning-fast speed. In each case, the analysis was the same. Their advantages vanished before a defense that ignored the laws of physics.
Against a defense on the level of Satoru Gojo's "Infinity," most of the attacks that S-Class heroes relied on—especially those based on physical strength or energy—would have their effectiveness drastically reduced or completely nullified.
"In summary," he concluded, closing the projection and removing his data glasses, "excluding Blast, whose information is still incomplete, only a few among the S-Class heroes could pose a real challenge to someone with your abilities. Those with powers that distort the laws of the universe or possess techniques that transcend conventional matter and energy."
Sekingar hesitated for a moment, as if about to mention a name, but chose to remain silent.
"Ha! I knew it!" Satoru slapped his leg loudly. "In your 'world' there are plenty of strong types, but most sound like muscle-headed idiots. How boring."
He leaned back with a relaxed smile. "Well, I won't complain. If most of them aren't worth it, at least that Blast guy might be interesting…"
His voice faded just as the entire aircraft—
BOOOOM
The sound didn't come from the engines. It was a deafening roar that tore through the fuselage and reverberated through everyone's bones.
The plane tilted sharply to one side, throwing loose objects into the air. The lights flickered, and an alarm began to blare with a sharp, continuous beep.
"Ugh—ah!"
Sekingar was violently slammed against the metallic wall of the cabin. The impact echoed with a dull thud, and a thin line of blood trickled down from a cut on his forehead, running along the bridge of his nose.
"Whoa!" exclaimed Satoru, completely surprised as his body was thrown upward, but a moment later, his technique flickered faintly around him, stabilizing him in midair.
The emergency lights flashed, the piercing alert blared, and the fuselage shook as if it were about to tear apart. The engines roared weakly, struggling to keep the aircraft aloft.
Amid that chaos, only Damian remained motionless.
He was still seated, arms crossed, eyes closed, his body relaxed—as if the violent spin were nothing more than mild turbulence.
Still floating, Satoru turned toward the window, and for the first time, his usual carefree expression was gone. His smile vanished, replaced by a look of absolute seriousness.
Sekingar staggered to his feet, breathing heavily. When he finally raised his head and looked out the window, the color drained completely from his face.
"..."
Outside… the sky was gone.
There were no clouds, no sun.
Only a dark void, filled with glowing debris that looked like the dying embers of shattered stars.
And in the middle of that nothingness, a colossal shadow loomed over everything—a ship of inconceivable proportions, so vast that its mere presence made the entire world seem small.
The black surface reflected a cold glimmer, and along its underside, thousands of cannons ignited simultaneously, charging energy with an intensity that seemed to consume the very fabric of space.
The white light grew, pulsing as if the sky itself were about to explode.
"T-that… that's…" Sekingar stammered, his voice breaking under the weight of fear.
Beneath that massive ship, where City A once stood, nothing remained.
No buildings, no streets, no rubble.
Only a silent, burning void—a massive crater that still emitted a faint white glow, like the dying reflection of a sun.
"..."
Satoru stared at the scene without looking away. His serious expression slowly shifted into something completely different.
A wide smile spread across his face.
"What an incredible welcome ceremony, huh?"
The interior of the plane was a complete wreck.
Maki clung tightly to a metal bar. Yuji stood firm on the ground, Megumi had his back against the wall, and the ghostly silhouettes of his divine dogs manifested around him. Kusakabe, his expression hardened, channeled cursed energy to anchor himself to the floor, while Yuta was shielded beneath a massive claw that held him in place.
In contrast, the men from the Association looked like toys thrown around—they were a complete mess.
"Alert deactivated. Position stabilized." The pilot's rough voice crackled through the speakers. "It has been detected that City A…" An electrical crack interrupted the transmission. "…has completely disappeared."
"..."
The agents in black looked at one another, pale, unable to utter a single word.
Sekingar collapsed, trembling, his eyes empty.
"H… how can that be…?"
!
Then a sound broke the silence—the echo of boots striking the floor.
Damian stood up.
His presence filled the space instantly, and with a blue flash in his hand, Yamato appeared.
"Let's go."
With those simple words, his figure vanished from the cabin.
"Just what I wanted~" Satoru tore off his blindfold, revealing his special eyes, which gleamed with terrifying intensity.
He formed a hand sign, and immediately, a sphere of blue energy began spinning violently at his fingertips, warping the air around it under the pull of gravity.
Buzz
In an instant, his body was consumed by that very energy, compressing into a single point before disappearing completely.
"T-that…" Sekingar stammered, his voice caught in his throat.
The other jujutsu sorcerers had already rushed toward the window, trying to see what was happening.
…
Below, the Hero Association's building stood alone among the ruins, dark and silent like a black tombstone in the middle of a wasteland.
Not far away, a winged monster with brown skin and five heads, Melzargard, laughed with wild madness as it swung its arms.
Nearby, the A-Class hero Iaian lay on the ground, one arm severed, his eyes fixed on the sky.
Four figures moved around him, forming a perimeter against the beast: Atomic Samurai, Silver Fang, Puri-Puri Prisoner, and Metal Bat.
Their attacks were brutal and precise, each strike powerful enough to pulverize anything—yet the wounds they inflicted on Melzargard's body healed instantly, as if pain itself didn't exist.
"Jahahahaha! Futile!" the winged monster roared, all its voices echoing at once. "The bombardment is about to begin! YOU WILL ALL DIE!"
And as if the heavens themselves heard him, the colossal ship floating above the city reactivated its cannons, lighting up the clouds with a deadly glow.
"Damn it!" shouted Atomic Samurai, raising his gaze. "ABOVE US!!"
He didn't even finish speaking when—
BOOM
A rain of white light fell like a divine storm over the ruins, engulfing EVERYONE.
Within seconds, the desolate place was submerged in a blinding cascade of fire.
But then, suddenly, an intense green light cut across the area, and the gigantic projectiles, the size of whole houses, hung suspended in the air, motionless, as if time had stopped.
"..."
There, floating, Tatsumaki had one hand extended.
Her curly green hair whipped in an impossible motion, even though not a breeze blew. A look of disdain curved her small, arrogant face as she watched her exhausted fellow heroes below.
"You really are useless without me! You cannot even deal with a simple potato... Maybe you should all start in class C!"
With a slight movement of that same hand, the projectiles spun on their axes, pointing again toward the ship that had launched them.
"Keep your toys."
However, before her words faded into the air, something changed.
!
A series of fleeting flashes cut the sky like strokes of pure light, so fast they left only a silver trail behind them.
The missiles that seconds before had floated inert were pierced one after another by almost invisible lines.
Swish Swish Swish
The sound was barely audible, but in the next instant the projectiles shattered in unison.
Thousands of fragments disintegrated into a rain of dust that drifted down slowly, glittering in the light from the ship.
"..."
Tatsumaki remained frozen, arms outstretched, green eyes fixed on the cloud of metallic dust before her.
Who? Who stole my moment?
Below, everything stopped. Atomic Samurai's blade hung suspended in the air, Silver Fang's fist froze mid strike, Puri Puri Prisoner's muscles ceased trembling, and even Metal Bat was left speechless.
No one understood how it had happened so fast.
"Me~!"
A male voice broke the stunned silence from atop a nearby rock.
There, a white haired man sat cross legged, chin propped on a hand, his Six Eyes sweeping the astonished heroes below with amusement before landing on Tatsumaki, whose flushed face seethed with fury.
His smile widened provocatively.
"Hero Association? First time we meet... but it looks like you are having a rough time, huh?"
"Who is this white haired guy?" growled Metal Bat, resting the bat on his shoulder.
"From the jujutsu world... just without the blindfold," Bang murmured, eyes narrowed.
"How handsome!" Puri Puri Prisoner exclaimed, pressing his hands to his cheeks, his biceps trembling with excitement.
That face! That waist! Those legs! PERFECT!
Satoru, not paying them any heed, turned his face toward the five headed monster rising out of the dust.
"Well then, why don't I lend you a hand?"
Swish
No one even saw him move.
It was as if space itself had torn for an instant. One second he was on the rock; the next, he was already beside one of Melzargard's heads.
BOOM
The blast shook the ruins.
In a single instant, Melzargard's central head caved inward, deforming like a fruit crushed from within, and the force didn't disperse—it concentrated entirely at that point.
Swish
The impact sent his body flying through the air like a projectile, smashing violently into a mountain of debris over a hundred meters away.
Amid the dust of the impact, Satoru's figure reappeared at the point of collision, slowly pointing a finger toward the crater as if everything that had just happened were nothing more than a snap of his fingers.
From a distance, Puri-Puri Prisoner watched with gleaming eyes, on the verge of ecstasy. Satoru, noticing the stare, gave him a playful wink before turning his attention back to the crater.
"Blue."
Immediately, the air began to hum.
A deep sound echoed through the ruins, and space itself started to bend around the point where Melzargard had fallen.
It wasn't just an explosion of energy—it was gravity distorting, as though the world were compressing around a single invisible core.
Tons of steel, concrete, and earth began to screech as they were dragged toward the center.
Beams twisted, rubble was pulverized before reaching the core, and in the middle of it all, Melzargard's body thrashed helplessly, trapped within that abyss of pure force.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!"
His roar was filled with pain and despair.
The muscles that had withstood Class S blows began to splinter like rotten wood, his bones cracked, twisting in on themselves before being crushed by the overwhelming pressure.
The five heads, struggling to regenerate amid spasms, were crushed one after another, folded inward as if the very air itself were flattening them.
And his regeneration speed couldn't keep up with the destruction of the collapsing space.
"Regeneration?" Satoru raised an eyebrow. "Let's see which is faster—your flesh, or my gravity grinding your core into quantum dust."
He floated at the edge of the gravitational field, hands in his pockets. His Six Eyes analyzed every fragment of the monster still writhing among the debris, and his smile reflected unshakable confidence.
The mass of flesh that had once been Melzargard convulsed again. In one violent spasm, its remains began to knit back together with savage fury. Satoru narrowed his eyes.
"Persistent… huh?"
"Boy!" Bang's voice reached his ears. "That thing won't die! No matter how much you tear it apart, it keeps regenerating!"
Satoru turned his head and gave Bang a carefree smile. "Thanks for the heads-up, old man."
With a lazy gesture, he tapped his temple with a finger. "But I already found a little secret."
Through his Six Eyes, his vision pierced beyond the flesh. Deep within the monster, five spheres pulsed, absorbing matter, devouring fragments of their own body to rebuild themselves.
They were the hearts of its regeneration.
"Blue."
Space responded to his command. Melzargard's body was dragged toward the center of attraction, crushed, twisted, reduced to a compact mass of flesh that cracked under impossible pressure.
But then, among the remaining fragments, the flesh began to tremble again, trying to reform.
With a tired smile, Satoru raised a finger, pointing at the pulsating mass.
"Red."
A bright red sphere emerged at the tip of his finger, vibrating with an energy that made the air around it quiver. And in the next instant, repulsion erupted.
BOOOOM
A shockwave ripped through everything, striking directly at the cores.
Puff Puff Puff Puff Puff
The explosions echoed one after another. The five spheres were pulverized at the same time under the devastating pressure of cursed energy.
Silence returned.
The mass of flesh stopped moving.
Every trace of life vanished, as if space itself had erased its existence.
For a moment, a faint roar faded into the air… and then, Melzargard's enormous body collapsed, never to make another sound.
"..."
After a few seconds—
"W-was that… it?" said Iaian, supporting himself with his amputated arm, disbelief on his face.
Satoru had eliminated the monster as easily as one would brush dust off a coat.
Everyone present stood frozen in shock.
'That guy from the jujutsu world… he's absurdly strong.'
'Maybe not all Japanese are useless after all.'
Satoru descended to the ground with his usual smile and dusted off his hands. With calm steps, he approached the heroes and spoke in his relaxed tone.
"Almost forgot, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Gojo Satoru."
No one replied.
Even though he had introduced himself, no one dared to answer. In that moment, he was the only center of attention.
Atomic Samurai stepped forward, frowning as he studied him closely.
"Mr. Gojo… that rain of flashes that cut through the missiles… was that your doing?"
That memory was still etched into his mind.
The cuts were perfect: invisible, silent, without a single vibration out of place. It was the pure form of the art he had pursued his entire life… and now he had seen it materialize before his very eyes.
Satoru exaggeratedly widened his eyes, pretending to be shocked, and shook his head vigorously.
"How could it be me?!" he exclaimed, raising his hands. "If I had done it, those missiles would've exploded into tiny pieces. Believe me, I'm not exactly good at avoiding explosions."
He let out a light laugh, flashing a row of perfect white teeth.
"Besides… I don't even know how to use a sword."
"..."
Atomic Samurai stared at him in disbelief.
'Then…' he thought, a knot forming in his chest.
Wasn't it him?
Who then…?
Gojo, without answering directly, turned on his heels and lifted a finger, pointing toward the top of the Hero Association building.
"There," he said with a smile, "it was that guy."
!
All eyes followed the direction of his finger, focusing on the rooftop of the building that stood among the ruins like a black tombstone.
The wind whipped up dust and smoke, violently tugging at the edge of a long coat under the howling gale above.
At the edge of the roof, a lone figure stood still.
Genos's eyes narrowed as the energy cannon on Child Emperor's arm began to glow.
The S-Class heroes tensed all at once, ready to strike.
Every gaze locked on the white-haired man who had just appeared—Damian.
Genos took half a step forward. "Who are you?"
Damian tilted his head slightly, and his fleeting gaze, sharp as a flash of light, brushed over Genos before lifting toward the sky—to the colossal ship above.
In an instant, a freezing pressure descended over the rooftop. No one dared to utter a word.
Boom Boom Boom Boom
Deep explosions thundered, shaking the ground beneath their feet.
The roaring echoed through the ship's metallic hull, descending from the clouds like the wrath of a storm.
It was a force ten times more devastating than anything they had witnessed before.
Damian didn't look away.
His eyes seemed to pierce through the armor of the ship, reaching its very core.
Slowly, the muscles in his face relaxed, and a faint smile—one heavy with anticipation—curved his lips.
High above, through a massive rift torn open in the ship's hull by an unimaginable force, a yellow figure moved at impossible speed, leaving behind a luminous trail.
Fragments of his red cape swirled amid the shockwaves, while a white energy, blazing like an overflowing star, illuminated the void.
Each punch made the colossal vessel tremble.
The shockwaves, charged with fury and molten metal, cascaded from the opening like a brilliant waterfall devouring the sky.
Damian remained motionless.
Only in the amber reflection of his pupils was the distant battle projected, while a voiceless murmur dissolved into the wind.
"Saitama…"
"As I thought, you're really strong."
At that instant, a shout came from the ship.
"Killer Move: Serious Series… Serious Punch."
BOOOOOOM
An indescribable force, impossible to express in words, erupted from the heart of the ship, releasing a white shockwave that spread with such power it split the clouds on a planetary scale.
The sky opened in two before everyone's eyes.
A colossal crack tore through the heavens, stretching as far as the eye could see. The masses of clouds swirled and scattered, revealing a vast, pure blue behind them.
The scar of the punch extended all the way to the horizon, as if the entire world had been split into two halves.
Inside the ship, the explosions multiplied uncontrollably. Each section detonated with increasing violence, as if thousands of bombs were going off at once.
Gigantic flames burst from the hull, and a rain of fragments was thrown in all directions by the overflowing energy.
The ship, already shattered by the battle between Saitama and Boros, could no longer withstand it.
Under the devastating force of the final blow, the frame completely collapsed, and then, deprived of all support, the ship began its unstoppable fall toward the ground.
"Ohh~."
From the ruins, Satoru, one hand on his hip, looked up toward the sky.
"Looks like it's gonna fall."
"MOVE!" shouted Bang, his face contorted. "THE IMPACT WILL BE MASSIVE!"
Atomic Samurai calmly sheathed his sword, while Metal Bat spat into his hands and gripped his bat tightly. Puri-Puri Prisoner covered his head, and the wounded Iaian turned pale as ash. Even Tatsumaki, floating in the air, frowned, focusing every ounce of her psychic power.
Everyone braced themselves to escape the devastating impact. Everyone except Satoru, who remained calm, whistling casually.
"No need~."
With a radiant smile, he waved his hand toward the heroes. Then he raised his voice, looking up at the dark blue figure standing at the edge of the rooftop.
"Nero-kun!"
His voice pierced through the roar of the falling ship, reaching the rooftop with perfect clarity.
At that very moment, Damian placed his hand on the hilt of Yamato and gripped it tightly.
His pupils locked onto the colossal ship descending from the sky, and a combative smile formed on his face.
He closed his eyes for just a second, letting the cold of the hilt seep through his fingers and into his soul.
"Now…"
With that word, Yamato left its sheath.
But it wasn't a flash. It was the very denial of the world itself.
Color disappeared.
Sound ceased.
Time surrendered.
The flames stopped midair, the fragments hung frozen like motionless ash, and the colossal ship remained suspended in its descent. Everything that existed turned into a gray canvas—without past or future—only the blue glow of Yamato enduring in Damian's hand.
"Absolute Cut."
His voice wasn't a sound, but an order written directly into the laws of reality. With a simple twist of his wrist, an inaudible vibration expanded from the blade, slicing through the halted space as if it were separating the very concepts of matter and void.
Shiiwh
The world was divided by something that did not belong to the world.
It wasn't a single cut, nor a thousand. It was the impossibility of counting them—a number that transcended comprehension, an act that simultaneously tore through every dimension, every plane, every memory and cause that held that moment together.
The vibration ended, and time obeyed.
Color returned.
Sound came back.
But the ship no longer existed.
Before everyone's stunned eyes, the colossal interstellar structure and the countless creatures within it began to fade away without resistance.
They didn't explode, nor shatter, nor burn.
They simply… ceased to be.
It was an annihilation that could not be called destruction, because what is destroyed at least leaves behind ruins. This was something deeper—a conceptual collapse, a negation within the fabric of reality itself.
The information that defined its existence had been severed, undone, erased from the record of the universe.
As if millions of years of erosion, oblivion, and silence had occurred in a single second.
The sky opened once more.
The shadow vanished.
The rumble died.
Only a faint mist remained suspended, dust barely visible, floating in the air, glimmering like fragments of a memory the world was trying to forget.
The wind blew gently.
The dust rose, dancing in fragile spirals, and slowly scattered under the sunlight. Each particle shimmered one last instant, as if the universe itself exhaled again, before disappearing completely into the blue emptiness of the sky.
Everything was enveloped in a silence deeper than any before.
The air around Bang stood still, his arms trembling slightly. Atomic Samurai kept his gaze locked on the hilt of his sword. Metal Bat stood with his mouth open, not realizing his bat had slipped from his hands. Puri-Puri Prisoner was petrified, hands frozen on his cheeks.
Even Tatsumaki's green pupils were contracted.
Inside Genos, his core processor worked at full capacity, internal alarms blaring one after another, but none were able to interpret what he was witnessing. This defied all logic.
Only Satoru, staring at the nonexistent dust, seemed to relish the moment.
He even clapped once, breaking the silence.
"Bravo~," he said with a genuine smile, lifting his gaze toward the rooftop. "Now that truly beats any fireworks show, little Nero."
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