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-Story Start-
The sharp whistle of the cold wind cut through the air, the only sound in the stunned silence of the Colosseum, as thousands of eyes remained fixed on the arena's center.
The satisfied and gleeful smirk of one of the combatants - Gojo Satoru, stood firm in defiant mockery of the shocked crowd.
Satisfied with the gruesome result of his new move against his opponent, Satoru's glowing Blue hand had moved faster than the eye could see, resulting in the now-bisected Demon King Badigadi.
A moment later, as the crowd digested the sight, albeit most being clueless as to how the sight before them occurred...
The Colosseum shook from the sheer volume of their cheers.
...Satoru couldn't help but start posing and wave cheerily to the mind-boggling crowd of over five thousand.
Among the cheers, realization but mostly confusion inflicted the excited crowd, as the more thoughtful bunch attempted to process what had just occurred.
Whispers and inquiries ran amok:
"W-What happened?"
"How did he cut him in half just now?"
"I-I couldn't even see his movements!"
"Did he beat him?! Does that make him a Hero?!"
"No, you idiot! Badigadi isn't a Demon King that declares Heroes! You're confusing him with his sister! Get it right!"
"GRAND BOSS IS THE STRONGEST NYA!"
"GRAND BOSS WE SHALL CELEBRATE BY BRINGING YOU FRESH MEAT! NANO!"
While some of those more intimately familiar with Gojo Satoru observed with intrigue:
Nanahoshi's eyes narrowed at the sight of Satoru's power, her jaw unhinged in surprise.
'I've never seen him fight... But hearing him is one thing, but seeing the result of his... Limitless, was it? To think there's people like him running around back in Japan.' A shiver ran down Nanahoshi's spine.
Recalling Satoru's revelation regarding Jujutsu Society, which lingers in secrecy.
'No. He said he's special. They shouldn't be as strong as him... Or dumb as him.' Nanahoshi shook her head, thinking back to Satoru's own remarks.
A voice called out to Nanahoshi, prompting her turn of the head, "Why are you so surprised? You come from the same place, after all?"
Nanahoshi's masked visage was met with Nina's confused look.
"What he and others similar to him are capable of is a mystery even to those from Japan." Nanahoshi curtly replied.
Folding her arms, Nina nodded, her eyes narrowed at the goofy figure of Satoru who was still flashing poses.
Her tone turned serious as she mumbled her observations from months of living alongside and training with Satoru.
"The ability to teleport." She lifted a finger.
"That barrier of his." She lifted a second finger.
"The ability to pull, push, and crush things." She lifted a third finger.
She then muttered, lifting a fourth finger, "And finally, that blue orb or force of his..."
Nina's face twisted as she attempted to repeat Satoru's chant, "ChuJutsuki J-Junten? AO?"
Nanahoshi's brow furrowed slightly, noting, 'He chants in Japanese... That... Makes sense.'
Shaking her head, Nina explains, "Anyway, from my understanding, there are two variations of it."
She turned back to look at Satoru, her eyes narrowed and voice awed, "Nevertheless, I've never seen him using much of anything. Only Father, Ghislaine and that brainless ape ever witnessed his full power."
While the School's higher-ups - Specifically a bald principal had Asuran Gold Coins flashing in his irises, the Authority from the Student's side shared the astonishment:
Luke kept his stoicism, yet his voice came out with a hint of wonder, "What do you make of this, Lady Ariel?"
Her eyes wide and not as guarded as Luke's, she gave him a bright smile, stating the blunt truth, "More recruitment attempts, but... This will likely reduce the chances of an audacious assassination attempt on myself."
She had a sadistic smirk, stating, "I'd like to see someone try something on Academy grounds with this man around~" Her eyes were firmly locked on the figure of Satoru.
Luke quickly intercepted, "What makes you so sure this man would thwart an attack against you?"
She shook her head, "I'm not sure he even would."
Raising an eyebrow at her blunt admission, Ariel answered his skepticism, "But Gojo is an unpredictable man, if I were to attempt an assassination on myself, I wouldn't do it in his presence."
Waving her hand she added, "That doesn't mean we should squander security and caution. What I mean to say is that this works in our favor either way. More recruitment attempts also mean more chances to intercept them and create the image that I am protecting Gojo and further reinforcing the image that we are "Allied"."
Luke sighed, turning to the gruesome result before them, mentioning, "Forgive me for my bluntness, but... Gojo Satoru is aware of what we're trying to paint... Wouldn't this..." He gestured at the bisected Badigadi with a slight frown, "Worry you to not try and manipulate the perception of you two any further?"
"He doesn't seem to care~"
Luke tried his best to curb the urge to facepalm at his Master's boldness.
"Besides, we're in a precarious situation as it is. Taking risks IS our way out." She narrowed her eyes, her tone firm.
Luke added with a hint of frustration, "Wouldn't Rudeus be enough as it is? He had sworn to support your ambition for the throne should we call upon him."
Ariel corrected, "You are reading my intentions incorrectly, Luke. For now, I am not aiming to recruit Gojo... I grow less convinced that is an actual possibility by the day."
Turning back to Satoru, Luke nodded, "Indeed..."
A familiar sight brought back the silence to the Colosseum.
As the bisected halves of Badigadi gravitated toward each other and began to regenerate, Satoru paused, watching intently with a mix of curiosity and admiration.
Shaking his head and ceasing his posing, Satoru observed the phenomenon with a degree of impression, a glint of intrigue in his eyes, "Heh, it doesn't even cost him anything to regenerate like that. How odd." He chuckled.
Seeing the now much smaller Badigadi rise to his feet, Satoru mumbled, "Truly, a Demon of Immortality..."
A hint of mirth crossed his tone as he added, pointing at the smirking Badigadi, "At least you don't have to merge with young girls to be immortal~"
With a pair of arms on his hips and another pair folded, the significantly smaller Badigadi burst into laughter, "BAHAHAHAHHA! That's an amusing interpretation of immortality! First I've heard of it! Do you know a man capable of this?! I must meet him!"
Satoru waved him off, "He's a bit of a shy loner. He's also a little far away, so I'm afraid it's impossible~!"
The crowd was perplexed at the banter.
Would the fight continue?
Is Satoru going to be declared the winner?
One woman responsible for addressing these questions approached the combatants, her steps echoing loudly on the rough and battle-worn ground.
With Luke by her side, Ariel questioned, "From Lord Badigadi's own agreement to your terms. I take it the duel is over?" She inquired in the face of the duelists.
Turning to look at her, Badigadi nodded sagely, "Indeed. I am a man of my word. I surrender. It was a splendid battle! I only ask for your agreement to a battle every once in a while! BAHAHAHHAHAHA!" He burst into laughter once more.
Satoru smirked, meeting Badigadi's firm gaze with his own.
He mused to himself about the rare opportunity to test his limits, before adding aloud, "I wouldn't mind you being my punching bag every once in a while~"
Ariel's voice rang out with practiced ease, echoing in the spacious arena, "WINNER! GOJO SATORU!"
Lifting Satoru's arm in declaration of his status as the victor.
The crowd of over five thousand broke into loud cheers.
A story to tell and spread throughout the wide world beneath the bright sun:
In the battle between Great Power and Demon King.
The winner - The Anomaly, 6th of The Great Powers, Gojo Satoru.
It was and always will be an unforgettable event, as short and impactful as it was.
Badigadi approached and raised up Satoru's second arm, "BUAHHAHAHAHA! THIS CALLS FOR CELEBRATION!"
His declaration boomed across the arena, reaching the ears of all the satisfied spectators.
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Within the walls of the Magic City of Sharia.
A certain air of fervor and celebration spread like wildfire.
The cobblestone streets of the commerce and entertainment district were overflowing with men and women, their chatter and laughter echoing off the Magic Resistant Brick walls of the surrounding buildings.
Restaurants, pubs, and Inns were stuffed and nearing overcapacity with the number of customers, as the workers and employees exerted themselves beyond their limits to manage the sudden overflow.
In truth, the city is usually stale and boring, so a reason for celebration, regardless of how dumb it is, will always be welcomed by the residents eager for some excitement.
Even resorting to drinking in broad daylight.
The catalyst and perpetrator behind this celebration, the one who had lit the candle and sparked a widespread celebration for the city was drinking merrily at a table.
Within the overcrowded pub, a majority of the wary and curious observers were infected with the good cheer of the friendly Demon King.
Three of his Six arms held a mug of ale that he happily chugged without pause.
"Puhaaa!" He exhaled satisfyingly.
"Gojo! Drink! This is fine stuff!" He patted the shoulder of Satoru, who was...
Dancing around, his arms wrapped around the shoulders of some random men and women, as well as Linia and Pursena with a goofy grin on his face.
"No~! I don't drink~!" He swiftly replied.
"Come on! I guarantee the quality!" He gave a thumbs-up.
"No~!"
"BUAHAHAHAH! Do not be shy"
"No~!"
"I insist-"
"No~!"
"YOU WILL NOT CORRUPT GRAND BOSS'S MIND NYA!"
"I WILL LET YOU PET LINIA'S BREASTS IF YOU DON'T! NANO!"
"THAT'S RIGH- WHA NYA?!"
At the very same table, Badigadi sat at, a masked woman let out a huff of indignation, "How did I let myself be convinced into coming here?" She complained a hint of shame in her tone.
She recalled Satoru's taunt, "Oh, boring old Shizuka-chan! Going back to her loner experimentation~!"
For some reason, that felt like a stab in her pride, and she fell prey to that childish taunt.
'I won't make that same mistake twice.' She affirmed to herself.
A slam on the table did little to interrupt the loud ruckus in the pub, "H-How is it that he shpeaks. To you like thyat?! H-He doeshnt look at me no matter what I dyou!" Nina drunkenly wailed in a pout, her cheeks rosy red.
"Miss Nina, your true emotions are showing." Nanahoshi deadpanned.
She pointed at Nanahoshi with a frown, "C-Can you blame mye?! A-At times I thinksh he knows but shtill ignores me! He's a coward I tellsh you!"
Nanahoshi sighed, shaking her head, "I don't care..."
She rose up from the table, throwing a glance at Satoru and sighing once more, 'At least it works as an excuse to go downtown and get the things I needed.' She justified.
Without further prompting, she squeezed through the crowd and left the pub to its... Shenanigans.
Like...
"So! What are your thoughts on the fight against Demon King Badigadi? By the way! Amazing fight!" Clarice, with a complete disregard for any proper etiquette, and naught a whiff of alcohol in her system invaded Satoru's personal space.
Carrying her writing equipment with her.
"Thanks! I know, I was amazing~! He's the greatest punchin-" Satoru mentioned as he unwrapped himself from the dancing circle, pointing at Badigadi.
Only to cut himself off, as he noticed something interesting occurring at the table.
Badigadi was currently in a completely serious posture, his eyes locked with an old mustached man with glasses.
They held gigantic mugs of mead, as a circle was beginning to form around their engrossed figures.
It was...
"A drinking competition~!" Satoru cheered as he ignored Clarice completely and forcefully pushed himself to a front-row seat.
The old man's friends hyped the old man up, "Come on Stan! Don't tell me you'll lose to a Demon of all people!"
The old man, now named Stan chuckled, "Heh, he doesn't scare me. I've out drunken bigger fellows than him."
"BUAHAHAHAHA! I have yet to lose in drinking!" Badigadi retorted with equal challenge.
"Be prepared to lose again today, son!" With a firm grip on the mug of ale, Stan began to chug the beverage.
Satoru laughed pointedly, "HAHAHAHAH! My money's on the old man!"
"Are you for real? He's like ten times smaller than his Majesty! His Majesty is thousands of years old!"
"I'm with Gojo Satoru! I love a good underdog! Haha!"
"Grand boss nya, it is hopeless, the old man is losing."
"Grand boss nano, if it is any consolation you can play with Linia's butt if you lose the bet."
"That's righ- WHA NYA?!"
"NO BUTT PLAYING WILSH BE HAPPENING HERE!" Nina roared out slamming her mug on the table, barely holding onto her dear consciousness.
It was in this festive air, that the eventful day passed by, a day and event to certainly be remembered by all for the rest of their lives.
Also... Gojo Satoru lost the best, and the old man passed out before Badigadi.
Here's a comment from the pouting and annoyed sore loser - Gojo Satoru: "...Regeneration's a whole load of crap."
...
The news of Gojo Satoru's widely witnessed prowess and victory over The Demon King Of Immortality spread like wildfire.
Intrigue, awe, and subsequently apprehension only grew from the fascinating information gained from the spectacle.
That further cemented the powerful figure of the 6th Great Power.
Recruiters came and went, at the interference of Ariel Anemoi Asura.
Gojo Satoru spent his days learning, training, and annoying others in a productive manner for an entire month following the grand duel.
And, it was after that singular month, that Ariel's concerns proved to be...
True.
To Be Continued!
-Author Note Start-
No spoilerino, but there will be a small mini-arc and 1 mini-character arc in this Academy Arc. Which will serve as small character arcs for Gojo in both cases. Not major ones but they will amount to building him up further.
The already uploaded next chapter grants you a lil whiff of it.
Anywho hope the chapter's been to your enjoyment!
Things will be accelerating now yayyyyyyyyyyyy.
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