.
The adrenaline of the Black Flash was still roaring through my veins like a physical storm.
Hahahaha! The spatial distortion, the flash of black sparks, the momentary lapse in the laws of physics—it was my first time, and the rumors didn't do it justice.
They say that when a sorcerer lands a Black Flash, they enter a state of "oneness" with their power.
Cursed energy is usually something you have to consciously manipulate, like trying to move water with your bare hands, but in this state, it flows as naturally as blood. Everything finally made sense.
I could control my cursed energy infinitely better than before; hence, I have an idea that can change my whole fighting style.
"Stop, you have done enough." The bowtie guy with the weird glasses and suit stopped me. "Let's hope Gojo-kun is alright; otherwise, the Gojo clan won't let it go."
"Hmph. As if I would care. He should have thought before coming and destroying my friends. If he can't handle it, then maybe you should keep him inside so he doesn't bite others." I hoped he was alright—he definitely would be.
He reinforced himself quite thoroughly.
If I hadn't landed that Black Flash—which is essentially the phenomenon where cursed energy flashes black when it's applied within 0.000001 seconds of a physical hit, exponential the power of the blow to the 2.5 power—I'm not sure if I would have been able to make good on my promise of breaking his tooth.
Heheheh, yes, I broke his shiny teeth just as I promised. "Hey, Snaky, bring that to me," I commanded one of my snake cursed spirits. They are good for storing things.
It slithered to the broken tooth and the concrete, swallowing it all and leaving nothing but clean, empty space in that area. It slithered back to me, crawled up my arm, and opened its mouth to present the treasure.
"Heheh, who is a cutie-pie? Of course you are, hehehe." I patted its head and released my cursed technique to de-summon everyone. "All of you, thank you for today. Now, go sleep." They dissolved into me.Into my soul where I can feel their weight again.
"Let's see our broken hero," I skipped toward Gojo while the bowtie guy kept his eyes on me. Hmph. Loser.
Huh, what's going on there?
Everyone seems shocked. Did that prick really die that easily?
I increased my speed unconsciously to reach him.
"What the—? Where is your toothless face? Why are you standing there like nothing happened? I felt your jaw shatter!"
I was looking at the completely normal, pretty face of that bastard instead of the broken, toothy, fist-imprinted face I had imagined. There was also this whitish glow on his face.
"As if that was just a lucky shot. Nothing more. It won't happen again," Gojo replied with a smirk.
"Reverse Cursed Energy... you healed yourself," Yaga said, standing beside Gojo in shock.
"What is Reverse Cursed Energy?" I asked no one in particular.
But the ever-present shadow of mine—the weird glasses and bowtie guy—responded, standing in the same shock as Yaga. "Reverse Cursed Energy, the opposite of negative cursed energy, is positive energy. Cursed energy is 'negative' because it's born from negative human emotions; while it's great for destroying things or reinforcing your body, its destructive nature means it can't be used to regenerate human flesh. To heal, you have to take that negative energy and multiply it by itself—like a mathematical formula. Negative times negative equals positive. This 'Positive Energy' can heal a sorcerer's body, making you effectively immortal."
Huh, so the fucker healed himself with math to keep his ego.
"Hmph. Loser. I will just punch your face in until you can't heal yourself, then." I turned toward the entry gate and ignored him.
"Enough of this charade. Let's go. It's my first day at high school; I don't want to ruin it," I said to the Yaga.
"Of course, Geto-kun. With this performance, your strength is verified. You are now a Jujutsu Sorcerer," replied the Yaga with a sense of pride in his voice.
Yup he was the one who recruited me.
(GOJO POV)
That was unexpected. The moment before the punch landed, I felt it: This is going to hurt.
I reinforced myself as much as I could and focused on Reverse Cursed Energy.
There was no way I was letting that bastard get cocky or have the satisfaction of breaking my teeth.
Cursed energy is negative, and multiplying two negatives creates the positive energy needed to heal. Usually, a sorcerer just "outputs" the raw negative energy, but to heal, you have to run two streams of cursed energy against each other to produce a completely different kind of power—Positive Energy (+).
It's easy enough to say, but doing it is literally impossible.
That's assured by the fact that, in the current era, there is literally only Shoko who can use positive energy—but that's because all of them are losers.
I mean, I had to do it; otherwise, I would probably die from blood loss before Shoko came anyway. Dammit, that bastard didn't hold back, but I can feel he didn't intend to kill me. He just fucking thinks I can handle it... fucking stupid and fucking brilliant.
Here goes nothing: crushing negative cursed energy against itself, making it collide to create positive energy to heal myself. It's like a violent friction within the soul that suddenly sparks into a cooling, restorative light.
I don't know how much time it took me to heal, but judging from the others' reactions, it was definitely before that bastard saw me wounded.
"What the fu—? Hey, where is your broken, toothless face? Why are you fucking alright? I fucking punched you into that concrete wall!"
Yessss. He never saw it. Damn right. I love the shock in his voice.
"As if that was just a lucky shot. Nothing more. It won't happen again," I replied with a smirk.
He spoke something and turned around, but I couldn't care less. Let the loser ramble whatever he wants. He is interesting, definitely better than all the weaklings here.
He could have been my equal, but now that I have awakened my Reverse Cursed Energy and figured out how to generate positive energy on the fly, that's not going to happen anymore.
I will be the only honored one through heaven and earth.
In that moment, Satoru Gojo's arrogance blinded him to a fundamental truth of the world they occupied. He believed his awakening had placed him on a solitary peak, far above his counterpart. But fate is rarely so lopsided.
For every sun that rises, a moon must hold the sky—and in the years to come, the world would realize that the title of "The Honored One" was never meant for a single man.
There would be two.
.
.
.
.
(3rd POV)
Satoru Gojo was sprawled out, eyes fixed on the blue expanse above. He looked ridiculous—limbs tangled, a vacuous, half-baked grin plastered on his face. He was vibrating on a different frequency, lost in the high of his own existence.
"Hey. Loser."
The voice cut through the haze. Suguru Geto stood framed by the crimson pillars of the school's entry gate.
Satoru didn't move his head, but his Six Eyes shifted. The sky-blue glow locked onto Suguru, tracking the flow of cursed energy swirling within him. "What?"
"I'm going to be the King of this era," Suguru said. It wasn't a boast or a dream; it was a cold statement of fact. He looked down at Satoru from the top of the stairs. "So I've decided: Gojo Satoru, be my General. From the ashes of the old world to the peak of the new—together, let's be the strongest."
The silence that followed was heavy. Satoru stared at him,
Six Eyes didn't just see Suguru; they saw the violent, rhythmic pulse of his cursed energy, steady and unwavering. There was no flicker of doubt, no spike of fear. He meant every word.
For the first time since his birth—since the world had started feeling like a series of predictable equations—Satoru laughed. It was genuine . Carefree.
"Maybe the future won't be such a drag after all," Satoru muttered, his grin widening into something dangerous.
--------------------------------------
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. Two anomalies born into an era of mediocrity. Gojo was wrong; there would not be one honored one. There would be two. The King and his General—or perhaps, simply, the strongest.