Gojo stood there, cool as ever, holding a lollipop between his teeth as he stared at Itachi Uchiha. Itachi's eyes were locked on Gojo's with intensity, but for a brief moment, Gojo's gaze seemed to waver. A flicker of something—or rather, someone—appeared in his mind. And just like that, everything changed.
The world around them shifted dramatically.
A blood-red sky loomed over a desolate land. Crows soared, their beady eyes fixated on the corpses strewn across the battlefield below. Their sharp beaks feasted upon the remains of those unfortunate enough to be caught in the nightmare. This was Tsukuyomi's domain, a twisted world entirely under Itachi's control.
Yet, in the very next instant, before the nightmare could fully unfold, Gojo casually tapped the air with his finger. And just like that, Itachi was pulled into another space. It was a vast, empty void, an endless stretch of blackness and blinding light, like the inside of a star gone supernova. Behind Itachi loomed an eye—no, not just any eye, but an enormous black-and-white eye the size of a black hole, staring into the very soul of the Uchiha.
Is this... the his true strength? Itachi thought to himself, his mind reeling.
For a moment, he felt nothing, not even the faintest tremor of his usual powers. Suspended in the air, Itachi couldn't move an inch, not even a finger.
The others in the Seventh Class floated beside Gojo, equally confused and intrigued by the bizarre turn of events.
"What... is this?" Kurenai muttered, her bright red eyes scanning the void, trying to piece together the impossible sight before her. "Is this some kind of... enchantment?"
She had seen many techniques in her time, but nothing like this. The Chakra in the space seemed too stable to be a mere illusion. The energy around them was pure and uninterrupted, an impossible realm that defied all known rules.
"I don't think this is an illusion," she said, her voice trailing off as she tried to understand the phenomenon. "This is... something else entirely."
Gojo smirked, clearly not bothered by the complexity of his technique. "Oh, this? It's just my domain. A little thing I like to call 'Unlimited Void.'"
There was a moment of stunned silence. "Unlimited Void" Sakura echoed, eyes wide in disbelief. "What does that even mean?"
Gojo casually popped his lollipop into his mouth, speaking with the confidence of someone who just invented the universe on a whim. "It means I can control everything in here. This space, time, and anything else you can think of. You're all just visitors."
Itachi, still trapped in the overwhelming information of Gojo's domain, could feel the weight of the world itself pressing against him. Every second was an eternity, every moment stretched to an impossible length as infinite knowledge and sensations flooded his senses. But there was nothing he could do to fight back. Not even the Tsukuyomi—his most powerful genjutsu—could bend this space to his will.
"It's sad, isn't it?" Gojo said with an almost teasing smile, his voice light and airy. "To know everything, yet be utterly powerless? The irony's delicious."
Itachi could only scowl in silence, his mind assaulted by a flood of overwhelming, useless knowledge. His thoughts were jumbled, caught in an endless loop of understanding without purpose. For the first time, Itachi felt completely, utterly helpless. His own legendary Sharingan, once capable of controlling the world around him, was useless here.
Gojoi looked at Itachi with a bored expression. He could end this right now, but... meh, why rush? It wasn't like he had anything better to do.
"Should I finish this now?" Gojo mused aloud, as if talking to himself. "Nah, Itachi's not going anywhere. But you, Uchiha kid..." Gojo's gaze flicked toward Sasuke, who stood at a distance, staring at his brother with a mixture of rage and hesitation. "You're the reason this mess started, right?"
Sasuke's fists clenched, the weight of his family's slaughter on his shoulders. He could feel the rage burning in his chest, the thirst for vengeance that had driven him for years. He stared at his brother, the one who had taken everything from him.
But something wasn't right. Wasn't this supposed to be his revenge? Sasuke thought, eyes narrowing as he looked at Gojo Satoru. "You're letting him go, aren't you?"
Gojo shrugged, his hands casually adjusting his sunglasses. "Well, if you want to get all sentimental about it, sure. But here's the deal—revenge doesn't mean much if someone else does it for you. If you want to kill him, go ahead, kid."
Sasuke's eyes flickered. He had the kunai in his hand, the same one that had witnessed his family's death. His emotions were all over the place, torn between the need for revenge and the bitter taste of realizing that his hatred was just being fed by someone else's actions.
"Go ahead," Gojo repeated, tapping Itachi's head like a rag doll. "Don't let me stop you. But let me tell you this: revenge that's handed to you is nothing but a hollow victory."
Sasuke hesitated, his grip on the kunai tightening. His mind replayed the horrors of that night—the moment he saw his parents' bodies lying in pools of blood. He had been a child then, helpless. But now, standing before Itachi, Sasuke could finally see the weight of the path he had chosen. The hatred that had consumed him.
His sensei's voice cut through his thoughts. "If you don't have the strength, let me know. I can finish this for you. But if you do it... do it with your own hands. Otherwise, what's the point?"
The words hung in the air like a challenge, mocking, goading. Sasuke's thoughts raced, torn between the bitter desire for revenge and the truth of Gojo's words. Would he really be able to go through with it, or was he just another pawn in a larger game?
As the silence stretched, Sasuke's gaze shifted toward his brother, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.