Six more months had passed since Gojo Satoru first discovered and refined his new technique—Black. Where once he could only muster brief flickers of this immense power, sporadically weaving it into his Blue, Red, and Hollow Purple, now he wielded it with the same calm confidence that had once defined him back in his old world. Except now, everything had moved beyond mere confidence. He was something else entirely—a living apex of cursed energy, Infinity, the Eternal Flame, and his Six Eyes working in a flawless, symbiotic unity.
The Training Culmination
They had continued to reside on the same hostile planet that had been their home for nearly a year. Launch often grumbled that the terrain never seemed to offer a single day of respite, what with its suffocating heat by day, freezing winds by night, and random gravitational surges that could pin a person to the ground without warning. Yet it was precisely because the planet's environment demanded so much that Gojo had insisted on staying—there was no better crucible for forging power without complacency.
And forge he did.
Every morning, the routine commenced with brutal physical drills under extreme gravitational settings, courtesy of specialized cuffs that Bulma had modified even further. Despite the intensity, Gojo's body had adapted to an absurd degree. Where initially he'd be worn out after hours of hauling enormous boulders or sprinting across the crumbling rock fields, now he barely broke a sweat, thanks in part to his refined control of Infinity and reversed cursed energy.
Come midday, he would practice toggling Infinity with minute precision, using Blue, Red, and the Eternal Flame's spark to produce a stable "Black" synergy. Early on, it had taken everything he had to generate a single Black variant. Now, he could do it effortlessly, layering "Black" over his normal cursed techniques in the blink of an eye.
Black Blue turned the gravitational pull of Blue into something capable of shifting planetary bodies. Where once Gojo joked about manipulating boulders, he had advanced to the point that if he truly let loose, he could tug a planet itself out of its orbit, though of course, they tested that particular threshold out in a carefully controlled scenario, using a stray, uninhabited moon as a demonstration site.
Black Red became the ultimate form of repulsion—what might have once annihilated an entire plateau could now, with a single blast, reverse the momentum of a celestial mass. A gravitational well tugging a space rock into decaying orbit could suddenly be reversed, flinging the rock outward like a slingshot.
And then there was Black Purple, which Gojo had refined to an almost cosmic scale. The swirling wave of repulsive and attractive forces, enhanced by that black lightning effect, had reached a point where they quietly agreed it could obliterate a star if fully charged. They dared not test that limit for fear of the cosmic consequences, but everything about the technique's power signatures—observed through the Six Eyes—suggested it was no idle boast.
Watching such feats was both awe-inspiring and terrifying for Launch. Even her bolder side found herself at a loss for words whenever she witnessed Gojo quietly flick his wrist and tear apart chunks of planetary crust the size of cities—only to put them back in place seconds later with careful reapplication of his abilities. Gojo had always been strong, but now he was strong on a scale that felt mythic.
The Final Day on the Planet
On the day Gojo deemed his training complete, the planet's skies were blood-red with another of its random dust storms. He stood on a cliff overlooking a jagged canyon, arms folded, blindfold secured, white hair stirred by vicious winds. Launch was at his side, blonde this morning, scanning the horizon as swirling dust devils formed and collapsed.
"This place has given us everything it could," Gojo said quietly. Over the months, his voice had grown more subdued, carrying an unwavering sense of calm that matched his new stature. "I think it's time we see what else is out there."
Launch heaved a grateful sigh. "Finally. I was worried we'd be stuck here until your hair turned gray."
He chuckled. "My hair's always been white, remember?"
She made a face. "You know what I mean, you smartass."
A swirl of dust drifted between them, making Launch sneeze. "A-ACHOO!" Her hair flickered from blonde to purple, and her demeanor softened in an instant. She blinked, eyes wide. "So… we're leaving for sure?"
Gojo nodded, setting a gentle hand on her shoulder. "For sure."
They returned to their campsite—no longer a roughshod arrangement but a more permanent structure they had built to withstand the planet's extremes. Over time, it had become a workshop of sorts where Gojo practiced forging Infinity-based contraptions, including a specialized capsule that once tested the threshold of Black Blue. Now, the place looked like a fortress in the final throes of deconstruction.
Launch spent the afternoon stowing away their gear into Bulma's capsules: the gravity cuffs, the leftover rations, the small greenhouse they'd cultivated. As she worked, Gojo took one last quiet lap around the settlement, recalling the countless nights he'd collapsed from training, only to be revived by Launch's cooking and a bit of Reversed Cursed Technique. This planet had been the anvil on which he'd hammered his potential into something approaching unstoppable.
By early evening, they boarded the trusty Capsule Corp ship, the same craft that had brought them here. It rattled a bit from the constant wear and tear, but the engines still roared to life with that familiar, low hum. Launch settled into the copilot seat, while Gojo took the helm, booting up navigational systems to map out a route beyond this star cluster.
"This time," Gojo said, flicking the switch to raise the landing gear, "we'll travel with no set destination."
Launch strapped in, giving him a sidelong glance. "We never really had a set destination in the first place, remember?"
He smirked. "True. But now, we really mean it."
A final push on the thrusters, and the ship rose from the dusty ground, thrumming with power. A swirl of red dust parted beneath them, trailing like a vortex in their wake. Launch saw the battered plateau grow smaller and smaller through the viewport as they ascended into the upper atmosphere. In the distance, the planet's twin suns had begun their slow descent, casting elongated shadows over the cratered land.
"Goodbye, crazy planet," Launch murmured under her breath. "Hope the next inhabitants enjoy your storms."
Within minutes, they pierced the planet's exosphere, leaving behind swirling dust for the serene emptiness of space. Countless stars spread out before them like a cosmic tapestry. This Universe was vast—a lesson they had learned time and again. If anything, the last year of rigorous isolation had only fueled their curiosity to explore again.
Gojo keyed the autopilot, letting the ship drift while he scanned the star charts. "Any place you want to see first?"
Launch shrugged lightly. "We could try to find one of those rumored markets on Planet Torgyl, or maybe visit the outskirts of the Galaxy Police territory. Could be fun." She paused, sneezing again—"ACHOO!"—her hair flipping back to blonde. She rubbed her nose, scowling. "Ugh, this dust is still in my clothes."
Gojo chuckled. "I hear Torgyl's a bit… rowdy."
He fed coordinates into the nav system. The warp drive hummed, building to that signature crescendo that turned the starfield into streaming lines of light. Before they jumped, Gojo cast one last look at the receding planet below, now just a dusty marble in the blackness. In the back of his mind, he felt the Eternal Flame's steady warmth, a silent testament to how far he'd come. He recalled how, not so long ago, the idea of forcibly moving celestial bodies would have seemed unthinkable. Now, Black Blue could do it in a single wave of his hand if he so chose.
And Black Purple, well… best not to dwell on that star-crushing capability. It was enough to know he had it—he'd only use it if he absolutely must.
"Ready to jump," he announced.
Launch peered at the readouts, ensuring everything was stable. "Warp in three… two… one…"
A sudden lurch, and the entire cosmos stretched into a kaleidoscope. They hurtled into faster-than-light travel, leaving behind the star cluster that had been their proving ground.
Into the Unknown
Inside the warp bubble, the ship's interior hummed with a gentle vibration. Launch busied herself with tidying up stray items, while Gojo sank into the pilot's seat, letting the autopilot run the course. An undercurrent of excitement ran between them—like the promise of a new chapter.
"So," Launch said, flipping a stray bit of hair over her shoulder, "we can do just about anything we want now, can't we?"
Gojo laughed softly. "Don't we always?"
She pursed her lips. "I'm being serious. I mean… you can fling planets around if you want. It's no small thing. Aren't you worried that might attract attention from the likes of Beerus or Whis again?"
A momentary flicker of caution crossed Gojo's expression. He remembered Whis's unfathomable aura. Even with his newfound might, he couldn't be sure how he'd fare against an Angel or a God of Destruction in a direct confrontation. Still…
"I won't flaunt it," he assured, "but I won't hide from it either. If I learned anything from that meeting with Whis, it's that the Universe has plenty of wonders. My aim isn't to cause trouble—I just want to keep exploring, keep growing."
Launch studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Well, I'm here for the ride."
The warp bubble vibrated, signifying they were nearing their jump's end. Outside the viewport, the streaming starlight coalesced back into individual pinpricks. A vibrant galaxy scape unfolded, dotted with countless worlds. The nav system pinged, identifying the approach to Planet Torgyl, rumored to be a bustling hub of trade and raucous entertainment.
Gojo powered down the warp drive. "Let's see what Torgyl's about. If it's anything like we've heard, it'll be an interesting next step after… everything."
Launch cracked her knuckles, excitement in her blonde eyes. "Yeah, I could go for interesting. Beats dust storms."
They exchanged a grin—comrades in cosmic wanderlust. Outside, Torgyl's surface glowed with neon cities in the night hemisphere, while the daylight side revealed labyrinthine marketplaces. The ship set an orbital approach. This time, there was no dread or lingering tension about their own abilities. Gojo was, for all intents and purposes, on a level that dwarfed nearly any threat they might casually encounter. Launch felt emboldened by that, yet also carried a cautious respect: raw power had a way of inviting new challenges.
They guided the craft toward a designated docking zone. As they began to descend, Gojo cast one last glance at the vastness of space. The Eternal Flame hummed within him, the synergy of Infinity, reversed cursed energy, and the new technique "Black" all at his beck and call. A sense of satisfaction mingled with anticipation. He had conquered a planet's worth of training to get here—and he was still only scratching the surface of what this Universe offered.
In the cockpit's reflection, he saw Launch controlling the thrusters, her blonde hair falling around her face in fierce locks. They'd built a life of unstoppable journeys, forging stronger bonds with every star system they crossed. And now, with his mastery of "Black," Gojo had attained a power that put entire celestial bodies at his fingertips.
But the Universe was endless, and they were two wanderers—one who could sneeze her way between personalities, the other who could warp space and pluck stars from the sky. Together, they soared onward, chasing whatever marvels and mysteries lay hidden in the cosmic sea.
And so they ventured down to Torgyl, leaving behind the training planet that had witnessed Gojo's monumental leap in strength. Yet in his mind's eye, that dusty plateau and raucous red sky remained an eternal backdrop to his progress, a reminder that even the mightiest transformations require sweat, blood, humility—and maybe a bit of cosmic flame—to spark true ascension.