GUYS FOR UNDERSTANDING THE LAST PART OF THE STORY . PLEASE HAVE A VISIT AND PLEASE READ CHAPTERS 2 3 AND 4 . IT IS ALL CONNECTING . WE CAN MOVE TO ANOTHER ARC
After another hectic day finally Gojo calls the day off and went for sleep .
"Today was a very long day." ,He said
But the dreams were not leaving him .
Gojo's eyes fluttered open, but he wasn't in his own world. He was in a dream, a vivid and realistic dream.
He looked down at his hands and saw that they were still his own. He looked in a mirror and saw his own reflection staring back at him. Same chiseled features, same piercing blue eyes, same handsome face.
He was still himself, but everything around him was different. He was a college student, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and buildings.
Gojo's eyes burst open, like a dam breaking free. He gasped for air, his chest heaving as if he'd been underwater for too long. But he wasn't in his own world. He was in a dream, a vivid and unforgiving dream.
He stumbled through a crowded college campus, faces blurring together like watercolors in the rain. But then, he saw him. Geto Suguru, his old friend, his brother, his confidant. Gojo's heart skipped a beat as Geto approached him, a warm smile spreading across his face.
"Hey, Gojo! What's up?" Geto asked, oblivious to the turmoil brewing inside Gojo.
Gojo's mind reeled like a stormy sea. He was in a dream, but it felt so real. And Geto...Geto was alive. The weight of that realization crushed him, threatening to consume him whole.
"Hey, Gojo! What's up?" Geto asked once again , noticing Gojo's strange behavior. "You're acting weird, even for you."He says sarcastically smiling as his usual nature .
His voice was calm . It felt like Gojo knows him but still don't .
Gojo's mind reeled as he tried to process what was happening. He was in a dream, but it felt so real. And Geto...Geto was alive.
"Geto...?" Gojo stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he felt his lost memories were thrown back at him .
Geto raised an eyebrow. "Dude, what's going on? You're freaking me out."
Gojo's eyes locked onto Geto's, searching for answers. But Geto just looked confused.
Gojo tried to speak, but his words caught in his throat. He wanted to ask Geto so many questions, but he couldn't find the words.
The dream shifted and distorted, like a reflection in rippling water. Gojo felt himself being pulled back into his own body.
He gasped, his eyes snapping open. He was back in his own world, surrounded by his teammates.
But the memory of the dream lingered, haunting him. What did it mean? And why did he see Geto, his old friend, in that dream?
Gojo's eyes scanned the crowded streets, his heart racing with anticipation. And then, he saw him - Geto.
Gojo's instincts took over, propelling him through the sea of people towards his friend. But as he reached out to touch Geto's arm, everything around him began to distort and blur.
It was just another dream.
Gojo's face twisted in frustration as Geto turned to him, a knowing glint in his eye.
"You are the strongest," Geto said, his voice low and urgent. "This world needs you."
And with that, Geto vanished.
Gojo felt himself being pulled through a dark vortex, the world around him dissolving into shadows. He stumbled forward, his heart pounding in his chest.
As he emerged from the darkness, he saw a figure sitting in front of him - a man with a crow mask covering his face.
The man's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, his presence radiating an aura of power and mystery.
"Welcome, Gojo," the man said, his voice dripping with malice. "I have been waiting for you."
Gojo's instincts screamed at him to run, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot. The man's gaze held him captive, drawing him deeper into the darkness.
And then, everything went black.
The crow mask man's eyes seemed to bore into Gojo's soul, his voice dripping with an otherworldly intensity.
"You have to help us, Satoru Gojo," he said, his words echoing through the darkness.
Gojo's mind reeled, trying to comprehend what was happening. Help who? What did they need his help for?
But before he could ask any questions, the crow mask man's face leaned in closer, his voice taking on a sense of urgency.
"The balance is shifting, Gojo. The forces of darkness are gathering. You are the only one who can stop them."
Gojo's eyes widened as the man's words painted a picture of an impending catastrophe.
"What forces?" Gojo demanded, his voice firm. "What are you talking about?"
But the crow mask man just shook his head.
"There is no time to explain. You must come with me, Gojo. The fate of the world depends on it."
And with that, the darkness closed in around Gojo, pulling him into a vortex of uncertainty.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in his own bed, the memory of the dream still fresh in his mind.
Next day at Sorcerers training and development centre Gojo came with a strabge look on his face . This wasn't him. That wasn't his personality . Looking gloomy.
Althea rushed to Gojo's side, concern etched on her face. "Gojo, what's wrong? You've been having these strange dreams for days. And today, you just collapsed in class."
Gojo's teacher, Mr. Ogami, stood over them, his arms crossed. "Yeah, quit acting like a stupid fool, Gojo. You almost made us think you were gone for good."
Gojo rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the lingering fogginess. "I...I don't know what's happening. These dreams feel so real."
Mr. Ogami snorted. "Dreams? You're just stressed out, that's all. You need to focus on your training and power control not let your imagination run wild."
But Althea looked unconvinced. "Gojo, tell me more about these dreams. Maybe there's something we can do to help."
Gojo hesitated, unsure how to share the strange and ominous messages from the crow mask man. But something about Althea's gentle prodding put him at ease.
"It's just...I keep seeing this figure in a crow mask," Gojo began. "He says I have to help them, that the balance is shifting. I don't know what it means."
Mr. Ogami raised an eyebrow. "Balance? Shifting? You're starting to sound like one of those crazy cult members, Gojo."
But Althea's expression remained serious. "I think we should listen to him, Mr. Ogami. Something's going on with Gojo, and we need to figure out what it is."