A/N:
Hey everyone I just wanted to appologize profusely for the late chapter, I have seen the recent explosion of powerstones and I am so greatful for your support, but I got pretty sick over the past couple days. On top of that the great Ice storm that swept America hit me last and hard so I haven't had much time to write. And what little I do has to be on my Phone when I could spare the power.
Now I have power (Thank God) and got the time to write again so here is the latest chapter. Also I have seen alot of stuff on the book about chapter 8 so I'm going to rewrite that chapter soon, but I am back writing at full speed so here is the latest chapter I hope you enjoy.
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'Flying's great,' I thought, feeling the wind on my face, my hair billowing in the wind behind me. I closed my eyes and just relaxed because I wasn't the one flying. I was free-loading on the back of a grumbling Uro.
See, after the three godamned hours it took us to find another sorcerer, my Aerostep, while vastly more efficient than yesterday, was still draining my reserves faster than I can recover them. So I pestered her for two of the three hours, and she still wouldn't let me.
Until I threatened to take my hoodie back, that was.
It seems the ancient sorcerer was a fan of modern clothes. Who'd have guessed?
The sorcerer was pretty small compared to Uro, who was 5'8", so he was really small compared to me. Everything about this guy screamed anxiety attack, head darting from side to side, and shaking lightly. Tremoring almost.
He couldn't have been older than 20 and had black hair that looked tousled and slightly damp. 'Damn, I love having enhanced senses from cursed energy.' I could feel that while he had significantly more cursed energy than those three I butchered earlier, he was nowhere close to even Uro's capacity. Let alone my own.
"Ugh, finally, some entertainment," she said. She changed her flight trajectory, pulling us towards the poor boy.
'Guess she doesn't mind me tagging along.' I thought enjoying the ride. That was when the boy noticed us, head snapping in our direction and eyes widening in terror. He threw his hands up, and a field of cursed energy was made around him.
'Oh? Now that's new,' I thought to myself. It felt like an incredibly watered-down domain expansion, but there was definitely a barrier imbued with a technique formed in front of him. Uro felt it too, but grinned and pulled us faster towards him.
But it was just before we crossed the barrier line that I saw it, his clothes were following his movement, but they were...
Slow
That was the first thought that entered my mind as we crossed the barrier, our charge slowed, and our reactions were sluggish, slowed by this weird field.
'Is he... is he FUCKING SLOWING TIME?' My alarmed thoughts raced, but while the world around us was slow, the boy was moving at normal speed.
'No, he's not slowing time, or our perception would be the same, and he'd be fast. Instead, we are slowed, and he's normal.' I calmed down after realizing that he did not have the godly power of time manipulation. 'That only leaves one conclusion: he is universally slowing things in this pseudo-domain.'
That was boring. All my interest in his technique subsided. It was cool, sure, but debuff powers were only as good as the user instead of enhancing them. So instead, I used this opportunity to further study the barrier and its structure while Uro dealt with this guy.
"Wait," He said at a normal speed, further proving that he wasn't manipulating time. "We can talk about this. I don't want to fight. I don't want to hurt anyone else." Even his tone was shaky.
'God, this boy does not have the mental capacity for sorcery.' I felt bad for him, I really did, but he said something else, so really it needed—
I stopped that thought before it could fully form. This wasn't like those three from before. They wanted to kill me. Even if this boy killed someone before, he was clearly unwilling at best.
So it's not like I can claim this as some justified killing. This man wanted mercy, didn't want to fight. The right thing to do was to spare him.
But as I lightly let go of Uro's back to let her fight at full strength, I knew that stopping her or saving him would mean losing her.
And she was infinitely more valuable, and meant so much more than that boy ever would.
Plus, he wasn't even mentioned in canon, so really, this boy was already dead. The only difference is who would get the points.
I watched as Uro closed the distance, falling in slow motion. "Too bad," she said, and I could hear the grin in her voice, "Because I want to."
She punched forward, and regardless of the slow field, he was barely fast enough to react to it. He threw up his hands in a hasty and lackluster block, crossing his arms in front of his face. He got pushed back, and my eyes narrowed.
That block left him completely open, and Uro capitalized. Her right fist buried itself in his gut, and his arms fell from the impact, spit vomiting out of his mouth. The boy's cursed, energy pulsed, and my descent slowed further.
Uro similarly was slowed before she could throw a follow-up. The boy held his stomach, gasping ragidly and turning to run away. My eyes narrowed. How dare he steal my secret technique?
Uro pulled herself towards him, and I aerostepped. I had gained all the insight into his barrier that I could. It was far simpler than Uro's full domain expansion after all.
Despite the difference in our starting positions, we both reached him at nearly the same time.
I was, of course, faster.
I did have a race to win after all.
"Dibs," I said simply, invoking my claim on the points this boy represented. I sent a roundhouse to the boy's torso, and space cracked.
The boy's chest imploded backwards. Bone, shredded organs, and blood spraying onto the road and the building behind him. He violently coughed up blood, crumpling to the asphalt below. I stared down his twitching boy as he stopped moving.
I turned my attention to Uro, only to see her staring at me, mouth agape. I compartmentalized my emotions about killing that boy for another more appropriate time.
Instead, opting to force a smug smirk at Uro, "What? I called dibs."
Her left eye twitched, and veins pulsed on the side of her head, "Dibs?" she questioned in a dangerous tone, voice low.
I exaggeratedly put my hand in front of my mouth, putting on a shocked face. "Oh, that's right, that term must not have been invented in your time." I smirked and explained, "It's basically staking one's claim over something."
"And you stake this claim how?" She asked, taking an ominous step forward.
I crossed my arms and took on a teaching tone, "It's quite simple, all you have to do is say 'dibs' and all those who hear it now know about the claim and must respect it."
"Is that so..." She took another step, the asphalt cracking under her feet.
I took a step back, "Indeed..." I watched her a moment longer.
Before abruptly turning and running down the road, reinforcing my legs to the max, "GET BACK HERE!" she screamed behind me.
I'm guessing I'm not getting another piggyback ride through the sky, sadly.
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Time Skip 30 minutes.
"Don't you think you might be overreacting?!" I half shouted behind me, still running from the irate woman.
"YOU STOLE MY KILL!" She shouted back, "NOW STOP RUNNING AND TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT!"
That snapped my head back in alarm, "PUNISHMENT?!" I called back, "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG TO BEGIN WITH!"
"YOU DARE?!" She shrieked, pulling herself faster towards me. The distance between us evaporated, and I aerostepped on pure reflex, narrowly dodging her grab at me.
I noticed about a dozen or more signatures on the edge of my awareness, but I had far bigger concerns: "ALL I'M SAYING IS THAT YOU AGREED TO A RACE AND ARE SURPRISED THAT I TOOK SOME POINTS TO PULL FURTHER AHEAD?!"
"That—" She sounded decidedly less sure, "THAT IS BESIDE THE POINT!"
I turned, rounding a corner to move away from those signatures, "THAT'S LITERALLY THE ENTIRE POINT OF A RACE! YOU KNOW TO WI—" I stopped abruptly, sensing those signatures take a 90-degree turn towards us. All levity in my tone vanished, "We're being followed."
She stopped, quelling all prior notions of petty revenge temporarily, and clicked her tongue, landing next to me. "Tsk, by who?" she asked.
"Dunno, whole swarm of them. Well over a dozen, but what's weirder is that they are all identical." I turned their direction, "Even weirder still is that they're leaving a trail?" That trail felt weird, like a toned-down version of a barrier or domain.
That sounded familiar, but I couldn't for the life of me think of why.
Suddenly, the ground started to quake, and the building in front of us gave way to a horde of 20-meter-tall giant mole rats that exploded out from the debris, their long, huge white teeth and greyish white fur glinting in the sunlight.
They roared as they landed, a howling noise that permeated the air. The building didn't slow their charge in the slightest, and they raced towards us.
"You want the ones on the left or the right?" I asked, watching as they fanned out.
"Right," She said and pulled herself towards them, landing a crushing elbow to the side of the first mole rat's head. Space cracked and its head shot to the side, and it lifted off the road.
I sighed. I hope she takes out her frustrations on those mole rats because I really need to learn those finer parts of Jujutsu. I turned to the ones on the left and sprinted full speed at them. The abandoned shopping district around us turned to a streak of grey as I closed the distance.
I slid and upper cut the thing into the air, cracking space as I did. It snapped skywards and let out a shrill shriek of pain. I raised my brows. This was the first thing today, aside from Uro, that didn't die from one quake punch.
I jumped up, meeting him in the air and slamming a double hammer fist to the top of its head, shattering space again. It bounced off the street, the road shattering under its tremendous force. My shock grew because the thing was still not dead.
I threw my arms up and activated quake throwing myself downwards into a double knee drop onto it. Space fractured, and the ground rippled and exploded outward.
The thing finally exploded, but there was no blood. It turned into dissolving shadows. 'The fuck? Are these Shikigami? But who...' I stilled and instantly understood why they were fanning out, why they were so durable, and what that trail was, 'Fucking Dhruv.'
I watched as they scattered, "Uro!" I called out to her, and she turned her attention to me, annoyed that I interrupted her.
"What!?" she called back, visibly upset.
"Don't let them complete a circle. They leave a trail of cursed energy like a primitive barrier. If I had to guess, it triggers a domain-like technique like the last guy." I explained, turning to round house one of the closer shikigami, space splintered, and it launched down the street.
By my count, there were eight, now seven, shikigami on the left and another seven on the right where Uro was fighting.
I aerostepped above the next one and slammed an axe kick on top of its head. I landed on its back and slammed a series of quake punches to the thing's exposed back. It collapsed into shadows.
One spirinted wide, trying to ensnare me in its technique line.
But no way I was going to let that thing complete its route. I aerostepped onto its back, but I wanted to try something with my technique.
So instead of punching it, I focused my technique on my own arm instead of outward. I concentrated, and the vibrations under my skin amplified, and my arm started to shake from side to side so fast I couldn't make it out fully.
'Holy shit, that feels weird.' But it didn't hurt, it kinda reminded me of how the Reverse Flash could phase his arm through stuff. 'I wonder...'
I stabbed my arm down, but instead of piercing the thing when my arm contacted its hide, it abruptly stopped moving. And the hide where I stuck ruptured inwards, and my arm shot back in recoil. 'Aww man, it looks like I don't have the control to stop the vibrations from transferring and shockwaving outwards.'
I looked down at the fist-sized hole in its hide as it shrieked in agony, 'Still, that was a hell of a lot more focused than normal, so that's a win.'
I grinned and clenched my fist, punching downwards through the hole in its hide, activating my technique. The shikigami bulged and expanded outwards before popping like a disgusting mole rat water balloon.
I jumped off it and glanced at Uro to see her landing a devastating combo of a rising upper cut, into a high kick, into a jumping rising knee; space-shattering on every impact.
...I think I should be worried more about the rats than her.
I Aerostepped towards the one I kicked down the street, but as I moved towards it, I allowed myself to fall towards the street.
I focused my technique and reinforcement on my legs and kicked off the ground instead of the air. My now vibrating legs stopped vibrating when they contacted the ground, and a half-meter-wide area around my legs was obliterated.
I reached a speed unlike anything I have ever achieved thus far and appeared by the side of the dazed creature. I focused my new technique on my arm and threw a strong punch to its side, blowing a hole into it. I punched forward into the gap and triggered my technique.
It exploded just like the last one and kicked back towards the remaining mole rats. I vanished from my spot outside the appliance store and sped straight at the nearest rat. I crossed my arms in front of me and barreled into it, cracking space at the collision.
It buckled inwards and imploded outwards from the force of my charge, combined with my technique. There were three left, one was running straight for the other group to complete the technique line, the other two seemed to be standing their ground to stop me from stopping it.
'Coordinated? How fun.' I thought, but there was just one issue with the rat's plan. See that stopping my plan only works when you're fast enough to react to my movement.
I was past them before they could ever understand what had happened.
I grabbed the tail of the running shikigami and threw it at the other two like a bowling ball. It crashed into them, and I sped back towards them, throwing a punch that cracked space on impact.
The three launched themselves away in three separate directions and crashing through a couple of different buildings and storefronts. I dashed at the nearest one, vibrated my arm, and stabbed at the head of the nearest downed rat.
Its head erupted inwards, and it stilled before vanishing into shadows just as the rest did. I turned my head to where I knocked the other nearest rat, but there was a building in the way.
I sensed that there wasn't anyone in the building, so I didn't hold back and backhanded the space in front of me.
The building ruptured backwards into chunks and debris.
I locked my eyes on the downed rat and the one in the building next to it. I closed the distance before a single piece of rubble hit the ground.
The rat never stood a chance, as I rained down a series of blows onto the rat. I vibrated my arms with each blow, growing more used to my new technique with each blow. Until eventually there was nothing but dissolving viscera and shadows.
The final rat stumbled to its feet, trying desperately to run to its other compatriots, but it would never make it more than two steps.
Because I was there.
I stood on a platform of fragmented space and placed my vibrating palm against its forehead. Its head cratered inwards, and it fell. Its shiny fur lay still and glinting one final time before it dissipated like the rest.
Having finished all of my rats, I looked to Uro and saw her finishing off a rat, the final rat from her bunch, also fleeing to complete the barrier. So I helped her out, aerostepping at the runner.
See, while my new technique, when used on my legs, was faster, it could only be done when pushing off something, so Aerostep was still useful in the air.
I used my momentum to level a knee into the side of its head. It snapped to the side, and I aerostepped again in chase. Before jabbing a vibrating hand forward, imploding a part of its neck, and throwing another hand forward and detonating it from the inside.
Finally finished with the rats, I turned to Uro to see her land. 'At least they weren't humans.' I shook my head, dismissing the thought. Now wasn't the time.
She huffed, "I had that one." She said, putting a hand on her hip and shifting her weight.
"I know..." I looked her up and down. It was hard to picture her as a deadly assassin when she was still in my oversized hoodie. "But I really want to properly learn jujutsu, so I wanted to hurry it along," I said, smiling slightly.
She sighed and crossed her arms under her chest, "Why? You're clearly stronger than me, and by the looks of that fight, you're growing by the second." Oh? So she saw that, huh? And she's acknowledging that I'm stronger? I didn't think she would, given her pride, but growth is growth.
"All the more reason to get proper instruction," I started walking towards an abandoned clothing store, "So my growth is channelled in the right direction, and can be as fast as possible." She followed behind me, "And there are some real monsters out there. I doubt I'm close to their level yet."
"Like who?" She asked before squinting at the store in front of us, "And where are we going?"
I walked into the store and scanned around. "Well, someone apparently quite likes my hoodie," she made a strangled noise, and I grinned having doged the topic of Sukuna for now. "Relax, I'm not going to take it from you. I just need a replacement, and maybe complete your ensemble." I gestured to her lack of clothing.
"I only need the sky to wear." She grumbled but followed regardless.
"The sky and my hoodie," I corrected, and she clicked her tongue, "But now you're also representing our faction, and as a founding member, you exemplify our values." I grabbed a pair of baggy red sweat pants that reminded me of some of the fan art I'd seen of her in my past life. "Try these on."
"Our values?" She inquired as I threw the pants at her. She looked at them, annoyed like they personally offended her. "What are these... clothing articles?"
"Sweatpants," I offered, "Try them on, they're comfortable." She sighed heavily, glaring at me for a second before relenting and putting them on.
I watched as she did so and continued, "And by our values, I mean that we can't exactly be known as exhibitionists, can we?"
"Executioners?" She asked, confused, bending down to try to put the sweatpants on.
Upside down.
I sighed and motioned for her to stop crouching down to help her. I grabbed her left leg, marveling briefly at the feeling of her skin, and fed it through the left pant leg. "Exhibitionist." I clarified, "It's someone who gets off... sexually, I mean, on being naked in front of someone else." I said and looked up at her, staring down at me.
The unfortunate or fortunate consequence of being down there to help her get her pants on while she didn't have anything on under my hoodie was that I could see... everything.
I refocused my eyes on hers, but she caught my momentary lapse and grinned. Before she recognized what my words meant fully, and her face took on an embarrassed flush, "I do not... get off on wearing the sky." She said and looked
forward, "I simply find clothes... limiting."
"Uh-huh, whatever you say." I grabbed her right leg and fed it through the right pant leg. I then grabbed the band of the sweatpants and pulled upwards while standing. She met my eyes the whole time I moved to stand while putting her pants on.
She held my eyes, looking at me through her thick eyelashes, "I do it because it distracts my opponents." I held her stare, "Worked on you, didn't it?"
It was my turn to blush, "That..." I started, "Is entirely beside the point." I said, mimicking her earlier words. I closed my eyes and took a breath, "How do they fit?" I asked, not moving from my spot even while we were clearly in each other's personal space.
She moved her head to stare me fully in the eyes, "...I can see the appeal," She said after a moment, and I smiled.
"Good," I said, and took a step backwards, finally exiting her personal space to look for my own new hoodie. "Now to get you to wear underwear..." I muttered quietly before shaking my head, hell would sooner freeze over.
I went to the hoodie racks and started to look through them. I glanced back at Uro, wearing my hoodie that matched my hair so closely, and looked back at the hoodies they offered.
Of all of them, one really caught my eye. It was a pastel pink that matched Uro's hair color almost exactly. I smiled, thinking back to a phrase I heard in my past life, 'Real men wear pink.'
It had been a slogan for breast cancer awareness, if I recall correctly, but I think the meaning still applies here. 'Real men show unity with their teammates.'
And Pink and Grey work well together. Without another thought, I put the hoodie on.
Same size as the old one, I looked in the fitting mirror, and sure enough, it looked good with the black cargo—
I could see Uro staring inquisitively at my new find.
I sighed, looking like I wasn't going to be keeping this one either...
Oh well, I'll cherish it while I have it.
"So about that lesson on Jujutsu," I said and turned back to her. Her eyes snapped off my hoodie and back to my own, pink-red eyes stark against her black sclera. I took a short breath in, "First, we need a base of our own for the night, but then..." I looked at her expectantly, and she sighed.
"Yes, for the final time, I will." She turned and started to walk towards the exit.
I fist pumped behind her back, and I followed her out.
The search continues.
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Time Skip (1 Hour)
It took us an hour, but we found a place that worked.
It was a small home on the outskirts of town. The thing that separated it from every other house was that its backyard fed right into a forest. It was a traditional Japanese home, one of the few remaining in the city, figured Uro would like something a little closer to home.
We settled in fast and plundered the fridge. Making dinner was a combination of me showing Uro the wonders of the modern kitchen and trying to stop her from burning or cutting herself while doing it.
She, of course, insisted that she was totally capable without my help, but I knew better than to trust her proud words at face value.
Dinner was a mostly silent affair, Uro having a single-minded focus on eating rather than socializing or talking. It was probably a value instilled into her during her assassin days, but I never commented on it; instead opting to enjoy her company even in silence.
After dinner, however...
That was when things got interesting.
"So what do you know?" She asked after walking into the back courtyard. We didn't have much room because the colony barrier cut off the majority of the forest, but it was enough for combat training and spars.
"Formally? Nothing, but I think I've figured out reinforcement of my technique, and barrier basics." She sighed at my answer, crossing her arms under her chest. My eyes darted downwards before meeting her again.
"So next to nothing... What do you want to learn?" She asked, and I grinned. This was going to be a long lesson.
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A/N:
Aaaaaaand done again so so sorry for the delay, in the chapter I hope it lived up to your expectations. Also another thing I have been seeing in the comments is that his technique should be able to go through infinity, but how?
Infinity works by subdividing space in half between Gojo and then expanding it to be the same size as if it were non-divided. Or at least that's my interpretation of how it works, so it would still always expand space between the vibrations and him, I have a solution don't worry it'll just be a specialized technique. Not a general aplication.
With that being said on the topic of Haki, future sight is a probably no, because I can't think of how that would work in JJK when that is a technique (Charles) but the sensing people he already has and its strong. Armament on the other hand, well, the opposite of vibrations is stillness sooooooo. Conquers I got no clue so if you have any give me yours.
If your wondering why I can't just 'Give' him Haki, it's because it's my story and its not set in the One Piece world, or he'd have it. Speaking of the one piece world my next fic is between three ideas, and it will be launched after this one is over half way done or around that. Its on one of three idea's:
1) Ten Shaddows in One Piece
2) Tusk in One Piece
3) The force in JJK
4) Hikaris technique in MHA
Let me know what you think of those ideas and or any mix of those crossovers and ideas. If you have any criticism on prose quality or character interactions or chapter criticism in general let me know.
I hope you enjoyed, I am so sorry, thank your so much for your support thus far, and thank you for reading.
Have a great night!