Yuji Itadori was comfortably sprawled on the couch, holding a plush toy and gazing intently at the screen in front of him. The flickering light from the images projected by the television filled the room with a warm, soft glow. The movies were part of Satoru Gojo's training for him to improve his control over cursed energy, giving a small flow of it to the plush toy.
Time passed quickly as Yuji immersed himself in the film. Suddenly, he felt a presence in the room, an energy that felt familiar. Without taking his eyes off the screen, he smiled and spoke confidently.
"Oh, Sensei, you're here already? That was fast. The next movie is just starting. Why don't you stay and watch a bit with me?"
As he spoke, he noticed something wasn't quite right. There was a strange feeling he couldn't identify, an unease settling in his mind. However, he continued as if nothing was wrong.
But when he turned his head to look at Gojo, something caught his attention. "Sensei, when did your hair get so long...?"
His voice trailed off as his eyes met intensely blue ones, deeper and colder than he had ever seen. Eyes he had never seen before.
Time seemed to stand still as Yuji processed what he was seeing. Before he could react, a sudden and brutal blow struck his head, throwing him forcefully toward the television. The pain was immediate and overwhelming, darkness beginning to close in on him.
The plush toy Yuji had been holding, designed not only for training but also to send an emergency signal in case of danger, began to activate. However, before it could fulfill its function, it was instantly destroyed, reduced to dust by the speed and precision of the attacker's palm.
The figure looming over Yuji's unconscious body looked at him with curiosity, a faint trace of satisfaction in its expression. His blue eyes shone with a supernatural intensity as he observed the situation.
"So, here you two are... Heh, how ironic. You turned out to be more inseparable than you seemed."
Without wasting any time, the figure lifted Yuji's limp body, placing it over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. With his other hand, he took the katana that had accompanied Kaede for almost her entire life. With supernatural skill, he sheathed it at his waist. Then, without uttering another word, he disappeared into the darkness of the room, leaving behind only silence and destruction.
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Satoru Gojo was immersed in a battle against Jogo, one of the most powerful special-grade curses. The intensity of the fight filled the air. Gojo was about to use one of his most powerful techniques, the Cursed Technique Reversal: Red, preparing to destroy everything in its path.
However, just as he was about to activate his technique, a sharp, piercing pain began to shoot through his eyes. It was a pain he hadn't felt since his teenage years, a disturbing and unsettling discomfort. Gojo frowned, his thoughts racing as he tried to understand the cause.
"What... what's happening? Is it his technique? It doesn't matter, I'll end this quickly."
Despite the pain, Gojo finished charging Red and launched it with force at Jogo. But instead of going in the direction he aimed, it exploded into an uncontrollable burst of energy, destroying everything around it. The explosion, though it harmed Jogo, also left Gojo completely perplexed and disoriented. The magnitude of the explosion caused considerable devastation, leaving Jogo injured but still conscious.
With an expression of frustration and confusion, Gojo quickly moved toward Jogo, appearing behind him with impressive speed. Without wasting any time, Gojo delivered a powerful kick, sending him flying through the air.
Jogo landed on the ground, staggering. Gojo approached him with a tense and demanding expression.
"What the hell is going on here?" Gojo asked with a voice full of frustration.
Jogo, still recovering from the attack, looked at Gojo with a bewildered expression. "Do you think I'll tell you our plan, Gojo?"
Gojo said nothing in response, his mind revolving around the strange anomaly he had experienced. Although he thought the situation might be a good lesson for Itadori, he decided it was not the right time for teaching. The lack of control over his technique and the general confusion made him uncomfortable. He knew he needed to resolve the situation quickly.
Jogo, sensing that the battle was about to turn against him, though it never seemed to be in his favor, quickly began to expand his domain. With a complex hand sign, he created a barrier that tried to enclose Gojo within it. The barrier formed with astonishing speed, and Jogo prepared to incinerate Gojo.
But before the barrier could close completely, Gojo, with unusual seriousness, removed the blindfold covering his eyes. Revealing the same eyes that Itadori had seen before losing consciousness. With a decisive move, Gojo crossed two of his right fingers and expanded his own domain, completely overwhelming Jogo's domain.
The expansion of his domain was so powerful and dominant that Jogo's barrier disintegrated under the pressure. The light and energy from Gojo's technique illuminated the battlefield. The domain battle lasted only a second, leaving Jogo decapitated, not knowing what had just happened.
Suddenly, he felt his face being stepped on. Looking with his eye, he saw it was the one who had humiliated him horribly, stepping firmly on his head. Demanding, Gojo asked, "Now, will you tell me what I want to know?" Still without putting on his blindfold, he looked at Jogo, feeling an unbearable pain in his eyes, forcing him after a long time to deactivate his Six Eyes.