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The once-vibrant city of Shinjuku lay in ruins, its towering, majestic buildings now reduced to heaps of rubble and twisted metal. The streets, once bustling with millions of lives, were eerily silent, transformed into the stage of an epic confrontation between two monumental forces.
On one side of the battlefield stood a young man in his late twenties. Tall, lean, and radiating an aura of unshakable confidence, he carried himself with a grace that belied his raw power. His snow-white hair shimmered like moonlight, and his starry blue eyes gleamed with unrelenting focus. He wore a tight-fitting black shirt that highlighted his athletic frame, paired with tan baggy training pants cinched at the waist by a black belt, and finished with black martial arts slippers.
This was Satoru Gojo, the head of the illustrious Gojo Clan and widely acclaimed as the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer of his era. With his Limitless Cursed Technique and Six Eyes, he had achieved a level of mastery that no other sorcerer could rival—until today.
Opposite him stood another figure, equally commanding but with an aura that spoke of ancient malice and unparalleled arrogance. A relatively tall, slim man with fair skin, his playful green eyes sparkled unnervingly as a sly smile spread across his face. He wore a white kimono over a black undershirt, tied together with a black sash, paired with white pants and black sandals. His upper body, however, was bare, revealing bizarre, jet-black tattoos snaking across his skin. Most unsettling of all, he possessed not two but four eyes, the second pair glaring from beneath his natural ones like windows into the abyss.
This was Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. Once the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer over a thousand years ago, Sukuna's power had transcended time. Though his body had long since perished, he now lived as a parasite in another—Megumi Fushiguro. The vessel and the curse had fused to create a living nightmare.
The strongest sorcerer of today versus the strongest sorcerer of a thousand years ago.
The clash was inevitable.
Explosions of cursed energy ripped through the air as Gojo and Sukuna charged at each other with blinding speed. Buildings crumbled and the ground cracked under the force of their blows, each attack shaking the very foundation of the ruined city.
"Not bad, Gojo," Sukuna said mockingly, his voice a mixture of amusement and malice. "But you're still a century too early to face me."
Gojo smirked, brushing a speck of dust from his shoulder. "A century? That's generous, Sukuna. I'd say a millennium too late for you to make a comeback."
The two exchanged a flurry of attacks, their movements so fast that even the most seasoned sorcerers watching the fight from a safe distance could barely follow them. Every strike Gojo landed was met with Sukuna's ferocious counterattacks. Every cursed technique Sukuna unleashed was nullified by Gojo's mastery of Limitless.
Their fight was a masterpiece of precision and power. Gojo's unparalleled control over cursed energy allowed him to manipulate space itself, creating barriers and distortions that even Sukuna struggled to penetrate. But Sukuna, with his millennia of experience and adaptive abilities, began to turn the tide.
"Let's see how far your tricks can take you," Sukuna sneered, summoning his Malevolent Shrine. The domain expansion enveloped the battlefield, the cursed techniques slicing through everything within range.
"Think I'd let you win that easily?" Gojo retorted, activating his own domain, Unlimited Void. The two domains clashed, their sheer intensity warping reality itself. Sparks of cursed energy flew like shooting stars, lighting up the ruins of Shinjuku in an otherworldly glow.
Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Sukuna and Gojo were locked in a deadly dance, each refusing to yield an inch. Then, in a shocking turn, Sukuna unleashed a technique that even Gojo hadn't anticipated.
"You're not the only one who evolves mid-battle," Sukuna growled, his voice low and menacing. He had used Mahoraga's second adaptation to analyze Limitless and enhance his technique, Dismantle. Now, his attacks extended beyond physical boundaries, slashing through space itself.
Gojo's expression faltered for the first time.
"Shit," he muttered, realizing too late what was coming.
The next moment, Sukuna's enhanced Dismantle cut through Gojo's defenses. The strongest sorcerer of the modern era was split in two, his upper body falling to the ground in a pool of blood while his legs remained standing.
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"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?! WHY DID GOJO DIE?!"
A loud, furious shout echoed through the quiet classroom, startling everyone.
Liam Nakamura, a young man in his early twenties, had shot to his feet, his fists clenched in indignation. His face was bright red, his frustration palpable.
"Gojo's the strongest! He can't just—ugh, this is so stupid!"
"LIAM NAKAMURA!!"
The booming voice of his professor interrupted his tirade, snapping him back to reality. He froze, his face now mirroring a guilty child caught stealing cookies.
The professor, a middle-aged man with a perpetually stern expression, was glaring at Liam with the fury of a thousand suns.
"You've disrupted this lecture for the last time. OUT! NOW!"
Liam stammered, "I-I didn't mean to—"
"OUT!" The professor bellowed, pointing dramatically at the door.
The classroom erupted into murmurs and suppressed laughter.
"Serves him right," One student whispered.
"He's such a nerd. Why's he even top of the class?"
"I know, right? Total weirdo," Another added, smirking.
"QUIET!" The professor snapped, silencing the chatter.
Liam, muttering apologies under his breath, gathered his things and trudged out of the room.
Outside, Liam pulled out his phone, scrolling through the reactions to the latest Jujutsu Kaisen chapter. His frustration only deepened as he read the comments.
"Gege Akutami really killed Gojo? What the hell!"
"Another amazing character sacrificed for the sake of plot development."
"Gojo didn't deserve this!"
"He's just a stepping stone for Itadori now, huh? Typical shonen trope."
Liam sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Why do they always do this? Jiraiya, Ace, now Gojo… can't they just let a badass stay alive for once?"
As he crossed the street, still engrossed in his phone, a distant shout caught his attention.
"Hey, watch out!"
Liam's head shot up just in time to see a blinding light barreling toward him.
And then, everything went black.
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