The sky over Tokyo was painted with hues of orange and purple as the sun set, casting long shadows over the temple courtyard where Satoru Gojo leaned against a pillar, his sunglasses barely clinging to his face. His usual cocky demeanor was absent, replaced by a rare silence as he stared out into the distance, replaying the fight in his mind.
The sound of approaching footsteps broke his reverie. Gojo didn't need to look to know who it was.
"Satoru."
Suguru Geto's voice carried the weight of exhaustion, confusion, and something else—something Gojo hadn't heard in years: vulnerability.
"You're late, Suguru," Gojo said, trying to inject some of his usual nonchalance into his tone.
Geto stopped a few steps away, his dark eyes fixed on Gojo. His usual calm and calculating expression was replaced by something more human, more fragile. "I heard you ran into him too."
Gojo pushed himself off the pillar and turned to face his old friend. "Yeah. And judging by the look on your face, I'm guessing it didn't go any better for you."
Geto let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Better? Satoru, I was humiliated. I haven't felt this powerless since…"
He trailed off, but they both knew what he meant.
Gojo nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Yeah, same here."
For a moment, neither spoke.
The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken memories and mutual understanding.
Finally, Geto broke the silence. "What did he do to you?"
Gojo ran a hand through his hair, the gesture more nervous than casual. "He used my Limitless against me. Perfectly. Hell, I'd say he's better at it than I am."
Geto's eyes widened, his usual composure slipping. "What? That's impossible. Infinity is unique to the Gojo Clan—it's tied to your Limitless Technique and Six Eyes. No one outside your bloodline should be able to use it."
"Yeah, well, tell that to him," Gojo replied, his tone laced with frustration. "It wasn't just mimicry either. He used it with such precision that it felt like he'd been born with it."
Geto sank onto the temple steps, his head bowed in thought. "This guy… he used the Ten Shadows Technique against me."
Gojo froze. For a moment, he thought he'd misheard. "The Zen'in Clan's Ten Shadows Technique?"
Geto nodded grimly. "Yeah. And it wasn't just some knockoff version. He summoned different Shikigamis, Satoru... The real deal. Fully mastered."
Gojo's jaw dropped, and for once, he was speechless. "You're telling me he used both Infinity and Ten Shadows? How is that even possible?"
"That's what I've been trying to figure out," Geto admitted, his voice tinged with disbelief. "It doesn't make sense. Those two techniques shouldn't exist in the same person. They're the pinnacle of two rival clans. It's… unnatural."
Gojo plopped down beside Geto, the usual cocky grin replaced by a contemplative frown. "What if he's not just copying? What if he is a product of both clans?"
Geto's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing. "What are you saying? That someone from the Gojo Clan and the Zen'in Clan… got together?"
Gojo let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, I'm just spitballing here. But think about it. If someone somehow combined the strongest techniques of both clans, they'd be practically unstoppable."
Geto shook his head, still reeling from the suggestion. "That's absurd. The Gojo and Zen'in Clans despise each other. It's not just a rivalry—it's practically a blood feud."
"Yeah, well, hate's a strong emotion," Gojo said with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. "And strong emotions can lead to… let's call them 'complicated situations.'"
Geto groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe we're even discussing this. You're saying someone from your clan hooked up with a Zen'in? That's insane."
"Insane or not," Gojo replied, his tone growing serious, "it's the only explanation that fits. If he's got both Infinity and Ten Shadows, then he's got blood ties to both clans."
The two lapsed into silence, each lost in their thoughts. Finally, Geto spoke, his voice heavy. "Satoru, what are we even doing anymore? Jujutsu Society, the clans… they're all broken. People like him, people like us, shouldn't exist in this twisted system."
Gojo looked at his friend sharply. "What are you saying, Suguru?"
Geto's expression was unreadable. "I'm saying we're fighting for a world that doesn't deserve to be saved."
"Don't give me that crap," Gojo snapped, his usual easygoing tone replaced with a rare edge of anger. "We're fighting to protect people. That's what we do."
"Protect who, Satoru?" Geto shot back, his voice rising. "The same people who would turn on us in an instant if they knew what we were? The same system that enables monsters like him and Toji Fushiguro to thrive?"
"You're starting to sound like one of those curses you hate so much," Gojo said coldly.
Geto's lips curved into a bitter smile. "Maybe I am. Maybe that's what it takes to change things."
Gojo stood abruptly, his hands clenched into fists. "Don't do this, Suguru. Don't walk away from everything we've built."
"I'm not walking away," Geto replied, rising to his feet. "I'm choosing a different path. One where I can make real change, not just clean up the messes left behind by this rotten society."
Gojo's eyes blazed behind his sunglasses. "And what? You think you can fix the world by yourself? That's not how this works, Suguru."
"I know," Geto said quietly. "That's why I'm asking you to join me."
For a moment, Gojo was stunned into silence. Then he shook his head, his voice low and dangerous. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"I am," Geto said simply.
"Well, you know what? Screw you," Gojo said, his voice trembling with barely suppressed fury. "You want to go rogue? Fine. But don't come crying to me when it all blows up in your face."
Geto's smile was sad but resolute. "I wouldn't expect you to understand, Satoru. You've always been too strong to see the cracks in the system."
"And you've always been too soft," Gojo shot back.
The two stared at each other for a long moment, the unspoken bond between them fraying with each passing second. Finally, Geto turned and began to walk away.
"Take care of yourself, Satoru," he said without looking back.
Gojo watched him go, his fists clenched at his sides. "You too, Suguru. You too."
As Geto disappeared into the shadows, Gojo stood alone, his heart heavy with anger, sadness, and a sense of inevitability. They were still friends, still bound by their shared past, but their paths had irrevocably diverged.
And both of them knew that when they met again, it wouldn't be as allies.
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