This is the anniversary special Jujutsu Kaisen AU. I just wanted to take some artistic liberty and COMPLETELY change up Ali and Eira's powers and stories for the sake of making it interesting. So throw all that you know about Ali and Eira (except for their personalities) and enjoy reading the JJK au (as suggested by justrynalive).
And obviously the events in this chapter are not a recreation of what I want the finale to be like in the main story.
CONTEXT: This is in between the events of Hidden Inventory and Jujutsu Kaisen 0. So before Geto became Kenjaku but after Geto became 'evil'.
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Ali's shoes slammed against the ground as he sprinted across the wide streets with a grin. His thick purple coat flailed heavily in resistance to the rushing winds, thuds and jingles rang as the things he kept on the inside of the coat clashed with his body and each other. The black tank top under his coat matched with his loose dark pants that mirrored the flailing of his coat. His diamond earrings and gold chain shone in the moonlight. He held an aluminium baseball bat in his hand as he vigorously searched for any remaining cursed spirits.
His shoes scraped against the tar road as he came to a halt, he sensed a poor cursed spirit. The area was flooded with them but Ali had taken care of most of them. There was no known reason for this cursed spirit influx, but nevertheless, they were weak and easy to handle.
Ali's arm swung the baseball bat and managed to throw it on the top of the flat-topped building, just as the metal bat's clatter echoed through the empty streets, he dashed at the building and stuffed his hands into the insides of his coat. He brought out two ice climbing axes and began to scale the medium-sized city building effortlessly, latching the sharp ends to the crevices of the building and heaving himself upwards. In thirty seconds, he had successfully scaled the building and stood on top, the night's cold wind brushing against him. He stored the climbing axes back in his coat and reunited with his baseball bat.
"Haha, unlucky dumbass," Ali saw the cursed spirit in an open construction zone about 150 metres away horizontally, adjusting for the declination from Ali's altitude to the cursed spirit on the ground, the hypotenuse of the triangle was approximately 159.76 metres. If you know how to apply Pythagoras theorem, that would mean the building Ali had just scaled would be close to 55 metres tall.
The cursed spirit looked like some sort of moth creature, its eyes were glued to the full moon.
There were no taller buildings in the way to obstruct Ali. He gripped the baseball bat tightly and reeled it back to touch his shoulder, his eyes locked on his target, which stupidly stood still, ignorant of the sorcerer's loaded attack.
Ali concentrated a gigantic amount of cursed energy into the baseball bat.
Ali's Cursed Technique: Gold Medal
Through the concentration of cursed energy in a variety of sports equipment, Ali can materialise cursed energy projectiles with even more power than their real-life counterparts. When he swings the bat, he will create a cursed energy 'baseball' that flies to where he hit, just as if he had hit a real baseball. The power, accuracy and effectiveness of his cursed technique directly correlate with his real-life skill of the sport. For this reason, Ali spends hours a day watching sports videos, practising sports and finding out new sports he can utilise. As of now he has currently mastered four sports and is working on archery.
The more cursed energy Ali put in his equipment the stronger the attack, but he could spare cursed energy to other means such as defense. The main consequence of this cursed technique was the vigorous maintenance of skill Ali had to keep for his cursed technique to be as powerful as it could be.
Ali's arms explode with energy as he swings the bat with immense force. The air is split into two and the entire area echoed with the familiar sound of a baseball hitting the bat.
Just as if he had hit a ball, cursed energy burst out of his bat like a laser, rocketing towards the idle cursed spirit. Just as the cursed spirit turned towards the sudden sound, its entire head exploded as the cursed energy baseball collided brutally.
Ali tapped his baseball bat to the ground and exhaled with a whistling sound as he watched the cursed spirit slowly disappear into nothingness.
Almost immediately after confirming the curse's death, Ali jumped down from the building, holding his baseball bat in one and a single climbing axe that he scraped against the building to slow his descent.
Just as his feet touched the ground, goosebumps covered his body as he sensed an immense amount of cursed energy. A familiar cursed energy. To his left, stood Eira.
A large bang pierced Ali's ears as a bullet shot right towards Ali. Ali's arm jerked in front, his baseball bat making contact with the bullet and causing the bullet to ricochet to the side into a nearby building.
Eira's eyes lacked any remorse as she stared into Ali's soul. Ali's, in contrast, were full of emotion as he gazed upon his old friend.
"Eira," Ali's grip on the bat tightened as his nostalgic emotions slowly developed into negative emotions. His mind slowly reminded him why Eira and him no longer were friends. She was expelled after she defected to Suguru Geto's side.
"What are you doing here?" Ali studied Eira. First and foremost, he had to study her fashion sense.
Eira wore a black crop top with a golden current-like pattern embroidered across the top in streaks. She completed the look with black high-waisted wide-leg pants. A true diva indeed. These clothing items by themselves seemed normal, it only became odd when one saw what Eira had attached to the waistband of her pants.
All around her pants waistband, Eira had attached pens by the clip, making a sort of pen belt. There must've been at least fifty. And they were all the same silver gleaming pen, tightly secured.
Eira held a pen in her hand too. Her thumb clicked on the thrust device and she fused all of her cursed energy into the pen. She began to write in the air, the very molecules being painted and scratched with her cursed energy.
Eira's cursed technique: Penmanship. Through an extremely concentrated infusion of cursed energy into a pen or pencil, Eira was able to write words in the air and materialise these words into reality using cursed energy. For example, if she wrote an arrow, an arrow would appear. Of course, this arrow would simply fall to the ground and dissipate once Eira could no longer maintain her technique. Due to this, Eira had to precisely write specifics like "arrow shooting forward fast" as if she was asking AI to make an image.
There were obvious drawbacks to this. Eira's speed of writing although much faster than the average human being, she had to have full concentration on putting all her energy in the pen. She couldn't use cursed energy in any other way while using her cursed technique as of yet. In other words, it was either full defence or full offence for Eira.
Etching cursed energy words into the very air was almost extremely taxing. Different words had different 'strengths' and used more cursed energy. A bullet was stronger than the arrow and took more cursed energy. Eira could write a maximum of twenty bullets before her arm couldn't take it, so she had to ration her cursed energy wisely. The more tired her arm was, the less effective the technique. Eira hadn't run out of cursed energy ever, the pain in her arm was the main obstacle. She was currently training to fabricate 'concepts' such as making the atmosphere cold by writing 'cold'. If she could grasp concepts, she could end a fight by writing 'death' once, there was no drawback for her in terms of what was created.
Even with the drawbacks, the cursed technique was one of a prodigy. Eira was destined to be an extremely powerful sorcerer.
"Taking Master Geto's cursed spirits for field testing," Eira smiled as she finished her words. Her forearm felt a slight ache, but she couldn't showcase any weakness to
Bullet shoot forward.
Another bullet exploded forward with a large bang. Ali once again narrowly deflected the bullet.
The cold air was intense with tension as Ali's eyes widened. He wasn't going to waste any time, not after what Eira had done to Asumi. He could still see her half-eaten body lying on the rain-flooded pavement of the alleyway. All because Eira decided to put her Master Geto's orders over her own friend's life.
The trauma surged in Ali's mind and reminded him of his promise of the corpse of Asumi. When he saw Eira, there would be no hesitance.
Ali threw the baseball bat up into the air. He put both of his hands near his collarbones and clenched but left some empty space. It looked as if he was holding the straps of an imaginary medal around his neck.
"Domain Expansion: Champion's Amphitheatre" Ali's jaw clenched as he pulled out his final move as his first move. It was on sight for Eira.
If only the main story Ali was as aggressive. No disrespect of course.
Ali's domain expansion was the ultimate haven for all his sports needs. In his domain, his cursed energy and overall grasp on sports were enhanced five-fold. He wasn't sure why his techniques were more powerful, usually the main benefit of a domain was the guaranteed hit effect.
Eira's eyes were faced with a bright spectacle, as she adjusted she could see that Ali's domain put them in the middle of a whole stadium; there were several empty events ambiently waiting to be used. The stadium lights shone brightly at the empty seats, the well-maintained tracks and equipment were still. The sky was completely black, but a loud thud made it ripple and reflect the stadium as if it were a liquid.
Eira was knocked out of her confusion as she felt a heavy and powerful object slam into her back violently. Her head slowly turned backwards, Ali had thrown a discus right into her back.
"Shit!" Eira's eyes widened as she saw Ali begin sprinting towards her, a basketball in hand.
She covered her entire body with a barrier of concentrated cursed energy, prioritising defence. Her grip on her pen weakened. Ali's body had moved across the stadium extremely fast. He had crossed all the way from where he threw the discus to right next to Eira in a matter of seconds.
Ali's knees bent and he leapt upwards with a powerful burst of energy, he jumped high above Eira but placed his hand on his head. Eira stared upwards, it was as if time had slowed. Above her, was a basketball hoop that had come out of nowhere, seemingly held up by nothing.
Ali slammed the basketball into the hoop and the entire frame shook. As the basketball went through the hoop, Eira felt as if her entire body was being crushed by a downward pressure. She could feel the ground below cracking. Ali's slam dunk had made Eira's body move down at the rate at which he slammed the ball into the hoop.
Eira's jaw clenched as her brain went fuzzy. She grunted with resistance and strained her eyes. The fact that Ali was humiliating her like this frustrated her viciously.
Let it not be forgotten that Eira and Ali were constantly compared to each other when they were at school. They reached first-grade sorcerer level at the same time before Eira joined Geto.
There was only one way to counter a domain.
"Domain Expansion: Open Book" Eira's hands wrapped around her pen, completely covering it. Eira's domain surged to existence, the loud sounds of flapping pages overtook the bright shining lights. Ali was blasted backwards as strong winds blasted in the middle of the two domains.
The two powerful domains clashed, cursed energy barriers battling to be dominant over one another. It was a brutal fight for power, scrambling to get to the top of the hill, but every second move was tugging your opponent down to your level. The domains touched the top of the hill at the same time.
The barriers shattered as the domains' equal strength cancelled both of them out.
Ali and Eira were blasted backwards, and placed right into the centre of the street. Facing one another. A large amount of both their cursed energy had been used up in their domains. However, Eira's arm was still relatively the same as she hadn't written any words. She gripped her pen tightly as she panted.
ARROW SHOOT FORWARD.
An arrow whistled forward as it fabricated in front of Eira. Ali swiftly dropped to the floor. His body ached with exhaustion. He grunted as he forced himself to get back up.
Another arrow shot right under him.
Ali's eyes darted upwards at Eira, who was furiously writing again. He knew what he had to do. He had to drop all the weight he could.
He quickly removed the heavy coat and threw it to the side. Another arrow shot at Ali, he swerved the arrow and rolled to his right. His hands quickly scrambled into his coat, some items dropping out of pockets and holding straps he had sown on. A foldable golf club.
Ali grabbed two table tennis rackets. Another arrow shot, piercing the thick coat on the floor. Eira's aim was off. Ali stood up and held the two rackets tightly. His arms flexed intensely, on full display due to his black tank top. He concentrated the remaining cursed energy into the rackets and began to swing manically yet skillfully.
A barrage of cursed energy ping pong balls launched at Eira in an endless as Ali swung his arms in a rhythmic motion.
She shouted in agony, they didn't feel like normal ping pong balls. It felt like metal balls were slamming into several spots on her body at once.
CANNON BALL…
Eira's cursed technique was interrupted as a ping-pong ball slammed into her hand. She lost focus and screeched. No, she had to find a gap.
CANNON BALL LAUNCH… FORWARD
Ali watched in horror as a loud explosion launched a cannonball straight towards him. The daunting large object was a sure death.
Two seconds before the cannonball met his body. In the first second, Ali quickly moved his table tennis rackets in an X shape to block the cannonball, as if that would help. In the second second, Ali concentrated the entire mass of his remaining cursed energy to his chest. Forming a thick and solid barrier.
The cannonball broke the table tennis rackets into splinters, after tearing through them. It made an impact on Ali's chest. His entire body vibrated with the gruelling blunt force. A painful exhale came out of his lungs as his vision went blank for a second. His ears were ringing as he came back to reality, the pounding agony still throbbing full force. He quickly dashed to the side, dodging another arrow.
Eira's forearm was now writhing in pain, she was reaching her pain tolerance limit. But she needed to finish this, now that it had come this far.
Ali's eyes were heavy. He needed to do something, he had taken off his coat. His bat was too far, his rackets were broken.
A glimpse of all the archery clips he had analysed flashed in his mind. A last resort. He had to use all of his cursed energy, not only to concentrate it into an object but create an imaginary projectile from an imaginary object.
Eira's writing had become extremely slow now.
Arrow…
Ali tensed his entire body and put his arm in front of him as if he was holding a bow. His entire cursed technique was based on the imaginary, he could do this.
He just had to imagine, like he always did. Imagine the bow and arrow there. Imagine. He was in a trance, close to unconsciousness.
Arrow shoot…
Ali put his other hand forward and imagined that he was pulling the string. He could feel it, the tension pulling his finger back. He could feel the arrow between his two fingers.
Arrow shoot forward.
Ali let go.
The cursed energy arrows both flew towards their opponents, piercing through the thick air. Both of them struck the other. Lodged into their hearts. They both stared at each other in exhaustion as blood leaked out of their chests.
"Just… die, Ali," Eira dropped to his knees as her arm trembled with uncontrollable pain, she could feel her heart struggle and writhe in agony attempting to beat with its pierced state.
"You first," Ali grunted, he also dropped to his knees and tried to cover up his agony, but his choking breaths gave it away.
The former rivals, now enemies stared at each other, wanting the other to die first.
Blood dripped on the floor.