Latest update:December 7, 2024
Summary:He dies in one world and wakes up in another one entirely. Satoru just can't seem to catch a break.
Link:https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14305196/1/The-Honored-One
Word count:123k
Chapters:56
Chapter 1: Prologue
Are you strong because you're Gojo Satoru or are you Gojo Satoru because you're strong?
Screams...
So many screams.
The smell of blood filling the air...
The ebb and flow of infinity... it seemed different here... no... it was different.
He wasn't sure how it was different or why, just that it was.
What's going on here?
Screams echoed around him... muted and distorted voices, filled with fear and panic. Human screams and human voices... the smell of blood and death filling the air. The light stung his eyes.
He was supposed to be dead.
He'd accepted his death at the hands of the King of Curses. His students and allies would carry on in his stead. He knew they would. He believed in them. Their potential was limitless.
It was supposed to be over and done.
So, why wasn't he in the afterlife?
Why was he still alive?
Satoru pushed himself up onto a seated position, infinity dancing before his eyes. Colors and shapes slowly returned. It took him a moment to realize the fact that his upper body was once again joined with his lower body and that all his arms were still attached. How was this even possible?
He blinked and found himself facing a little, black-haired girl in an orange dress, huddled close to the wall and clutching a plushy. Satoru blinked and rubbed his eyes, his ears catching the noise and the chaos that seemed to rage outside the room he was in. Actually, this was a very strange room. All the walls were made of metal. There was something undeniably... alien about this place. But, he'd worry about that later. The ground shook. Clouds of dust puffed from the ceiling and fell over them. "Little girl, ca- can you tell me what's going on?"
The little girl possessed... a sliver of cursed energy within her – not enough to be a sorcerer, but enough for her to see curses. She turned her gaze to him, eyes filled with fear and dried tears. "There are monsters outside..."
Monsters...
Satoru turned his senses to whatever was outside the room and found... no dense concentrations of cursed energy, just more humans – a lot of humans, actually, killing each other in droves. The roars of gunfire and explosives suddenly made sense. Just where in the world was he and how did he even get here? He didn't know. What he did know, however, was that he was going to save this little girl. He rose to his knees and smiled at her, holding out his right pinky. "I'm going to make it safe for you, okay? It's a pinky promise."
The little girl stared at him and then at his finger, before nodding and reaching out with her own pinky. "There we go. Now, just stay right here. I'm going outside to see what's going in. Promise me you won't leave, alright?"
"I promise," The little girl said.
"My name is Satoru, by the way, Gojo Satoru; what's yours?"
"Helena..."
"Well, then, Helena," Satoru smiled. "Wait here."
There was door on the other side of the room. Satoru walked out through there. And then, he found himself in a dark and empty hallway, one side leading to a wall and other was just... gone, reduced to rubble and ash and dust, sunlight streaming from the opening. Satoru walked towards it. The stench of blood and death filled the air. Even from where he stood, he could not quite make sense of what he was seeing.
It was carnage – more brutality than he'd ever seen before. Giant humanoids in thick armor massacred the screaming populace, drowning entire streets in blood. Their massive guns spat out exploding bullets that turned people into minced meat, and lightning-wrapped claws tore a bloody path across the open, sending organs and bits of meat and bone and flesh flying in every direction. The smaller humans fought back, but most of their weapons seemed ineffective against the giants, merely bouncing off or grazing their thickened armor. It was slaughter. Corpses lined the open streets, shredded and ravaged, brutalized. There must've been hundreds of people there, right before his eyes, dead.
Where the hell was he?
He'd never seen such weapons before, nor had he heard of an army of giants, clad in high-tech armor. Jujutsu Society closely monitored human progress and nothing about this was ever spotted or reported on Earth. After all, an army of giants wouldn't exactly fly under the radar. Once spotted, a single picture or video, and the whole world would know. Just what hell's going on here?
Something terribly loud and fast surged overhead, booming like thunder and lightning as it passed.
Frowning, Satoru leapt to the rooftops. And there, his eyes widened.
"Holy shit."
This city was... massive. It must've been a hundred times larger than even Tokyo. Even with Six-Eyes, Satoru couldn't see anything beyond the horizon, save for even more buildings and even more carnage. Flying over the city were strange, blocky ships waging war upon each other in the skies. There were thousands of them, vying for control and supremacy. The little girl mentioned monsters and must've referred to the giant men in armored suits. But, they were all human. Was it even right for him to interfere in what was most definitely a human affair?
Satoru brushed back his snow-white hair and sighed. "I don't get it."
Several bullets and debris came his way, but all were stopped by Infinity. He walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down. Clearly, the giants were the bad guys here, right? They were massacring these civilians, after all, slaughtering them like they were animals. If anything, it seemed like some kind of rebellion, and these... super-soldiers were sent to crush them... or something like that. He had no idea what was going on, after all. He wasn't a part of this. And, more than that, they were just humans. The only thing that swayed his opinion was the little girl. He promised he'd deal with it.
And he would.
"Ugh... fine." Satoru sighed as more and more bullets and shrapnel gathered around him, caught in the eternity that was Infinity. And so they appeared frozen. "After this, I'm gonna have to figure out just what the hell is going on."
He looked down and took a moment to study the giants below. They were covered head-to-toe in thick plates of mechanized armor, something that definitely didn't exist as far as he was aware. They carried massive rifles that spat rocket-propelled bullets, which then exploded upon contact with a solid enough surface. He knew that from the bullets that were stuck within the field of Infinity, seemingly frozen. The armor they wore appeared to have decorations and heraldry, like knights of old. The symbol of a wolf's head seemed common enough among them and many of the giants even seemed to wear bestial furs and wolf heads over their armors or massive pauldrons. Some of them wielded strange melee weapons, like a chainsaw sword, a cackling axe, and lightning-infused claws; others carried large hammers. There were about fifty of them; at least, fifty that he could see. Based entirely on the sounds that raged across the entire city, there must've been more than fifty of the giants.
"Okay, that's enough sightseeing," Satoru shrugged. "I guess the giants really are the bad guys here, huh?"
He wasn't sure about that, honestly. Human conflicts were never black and white; there was no truly evil or a truly good side. In most cases, both sides were evil. However, he made a promise to the little girl. He didn't make a single promise to any of the giants. Satoru turned his attention to the edge of the street, where a group of survivors huddled together in what seemed like a last stand. The only reason they weren't dead just yet was the shimmering force field thing that surrounded them. Still, they were trapped.
And three of the giants were approaching them, all three carrying those strange weird chainsaw swords. "Let's start with them, eh?"
Satoru stepped right off the edge of the rooftop and landed right in front of the trapped civilians. He held out his left hand. "Guys, would you walk away if I said please?"
The giants charged right at him, roaring. They moved a lot faster than one would expect them to, considering their bulk. But, compared to Toji, the were sluggish; compared to Sukuna, they were nothing. Satoru shrugged. "Okay, I asked nicely."
"Cursed Technique Reversal: Maximum Output Red..." From his left hand came a flash of blinding crimson light, bathing the entire street in the color of blood. The armored giants seemed to freeze for a moment, before the immense repulsive force of Red at its maximum output tore them apart and sent them hurling through the building behind them, and the building behind that, and so one. The pavement itself was ripped from the ground, torn and mangled as it surged across the open air, alongside thousands of kilograms' worth of debris.
If that didn't kill them, then he couldn't imagine them getting up anytime soon. Satoru turned to the survivors at his back, dirty and ragged humans, men and women with wide eyes and gaping mouths. Yeah, that was how people usually looked at him. It felt good. "Do you guys have anywhere to go? Is there somewhere you can hide in?"
A leader figure among them, a red-haired middle-aged woman with a... mechanical arm – that was seriously cool – stepped forward. "Thank you, psyker. But... I'm afraid there's nowhere left for us to go. The Wolves of Fenris have destroyed everything. The planet has already fallen to them. The rebellion is crushed."
Ah, so it was a rebellion.
Satoru raised an eyebrow as he eyed the survivors. There were around twenty of them – teenagers, children, and adults alike, all carrying weapons. He gestured at them. "Then, what's the point of this?"
"We were hoping to die with some dignity." The woman answered.
"So that- one second." Satoru turned away from the survivors as more of the giants appeared. Five of them this time.
"Cursed Technique: Maximum Output Blue." He summoned the attractive force right at the center of their formation, pulling the giants together till their armor and bodies cracked apart, condensed to such a tiny point in space-time, ripping them to shreds until there was nothing left. It was much cleaner than Red, leaving only a swirling vortex of dust and debris that quickly dissipated as Satoru canceled the Cursed Technique. Smiling, he turned his attention back to the survivors. "Right, what was I saying? Oh, yeah, that plan of yours is fucking stupid. But I won't judge you too harshly."
He definitely wasn't on Earth.
This can't possibly be earth.
How the hell did he even get here?
Damn, if the entire planet, a fact he was still trying to wrap his head around, had been taken and conquered by these giants, then there was nowhere for the little girl to be safe. He wouldn't be able to fulfill his promise if that happened. "Is there no way to negotiate with these errr – what did you call them? Ah, right, is there no way to negotiate with the Wolves of Fenris?"
"We're renegades," The woman replied. "Worse than heretics. They'll never speak with us. The Wolves of Fenris would sooner see us all burned for our rebellion."
"That's... problematic." He just woke up in an entirely different planet only to be thrown into an interplanetary war of some kind. Sheesh, whoever ran the afterlife needed to take a chill pill. More than that, how was he supposed to keep his promise to the little girl, now? Satoru ran a hand through his face and brushed back his hair. Right. Whatever. He was already on their side now, after killing a bunch of those giants. "Are there other survivors?"
"A bunch," The woman answered. "Scattered all over the city in isolated pockets. But, I wouldn't be surprised if the Wolves of Fenris have already killed them all. This whole planet will be cleansed."
Satoru grinned. "Then... I guess we better kill them all before they kill you all, right?"
Link:https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14305196/1/The-Honored-One