"Begin!" Geto's voice rang out.
"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue!" Satoru Gojo instantly unleashed a small-scale Azure technique, lifting every stone into the air around him. He turned to look at Akira with a smug grin, his eyes filled with provocation.
"Tch." Akira's eyes instantly shifted into Kamui Mangekyō.
"Kamui." A spiraling vortex of space appeared before everyone's eyes.
Then, emerging from within, a nine-tailed fox-like Cursed Spirit materialized in front of them.
"What?!" Geto was startled. The aura emanating from the fox was on par with a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit.
"Relax. It's just a spirit under my control," Akira explained.
Geto stared at him in shock, then shifted his gaze toward the fox's eyes—it had the same eyes as Akira.
"Controlling Cursed Spirits? And space manipulation? Plus that intangibility ability?" Geto thought, deciding he needed to question Akira about his techniques after the competition.
"Kurama, clear out the rubble," Akira commanded, activating Kamui to start clearing the debris.
"Oi, bringing in reinforcements?" Gojo scoffed. While the spirit was surprising, its aura wasn't as intimidating as Geto's Dragon.
Akira ignored him. He knew that Gojo's technique—no, his entire Limitless Cursed Technique—was far more efficient for clearing debris than anything he could use.
Half an hour later, the results were clear. Akira had lost.
"Well, well, looks like I won," Gojo smirked.
"Satoru, it's too soon to be saying that," Akira said nonchalantly.
His back was turned to Gojo, but his eyes were shifting again—the pinwheel pattern of Kamui's Mangekyō quickly transformed into another shape. This time, his Sharingan had become the same as Itachi Uchiha's.
Since Gojo possessed Six Eyes, ordinary genjutsu—even from a Mangekyō Sharingan—was nearly useless against him. If he wanted to trap Gojo, there was only one technique that could do it.
"Oi, you better not be sore about losing, Akira," Gojo said, stacking the last pile of rubble. He hadn't moved it yet, just in case Akira tried to back out.
"As if. I'm Uchiha Akira—I always keep my word." Akira's lips curled into a subtle smirk, though no one noticed.
"With Gojo's perception, he shouldn't be affected by Itachi's genjutsu, even with Mangekyō. That means... I have to use that technique." Akira calculated. Unlike Kamui, Itachi's Sharingan was more suited for illusions. (Since both Sasuke and Itachi had Amaterasu, Akira's left eye had Tsukuyomi, while his right eye… had another ability. Kotoamatsukami was too overpowered, so he had altered it.)
"Alright then!" Gojo grinned, already thinking about how to boss Akira around after winning.
"Satoru!" Akira suddenly called out.
"Huh?" Gojo instinctively turned to face him. Their eyes met.
"Tsukuyomi."
"Oh no—" Gojo snapped his eyes shut, but it was too late. The moment he saw Akira's eyes, he had already fallen into the illusion.
Gojo's consciousness found itself in a bizarre space. The sky was dyed in a deep crimson, and a blood-red moon hung ominously above. He was bound to a cross.
"A space technique? Or is this a Domain Expansion? Damn, Akira, you're shameless."
"No… my Six Eyes tell me none of this is real. So it's genjutsu after all?"
"As expected of you, Satoru," Akira smirked, stepping out of the darkness.
"Welcome to my world. In here, I am God. I control time, space—everything."
"Tch, cheating again? Isn't this just like last time? Lame," Gojo sneered, beginning to unravel the illusion.
"It's useless, Satoru. You can't break this one," Akira said confidently.
Gojo's smirk faltered. The illusion hadn't broken.
"No way…"
"You didn't really think I'd use a standard illusion, did you?" Akira chuckled. "Your Six Eyes may let you see through genjutsu, but Tsukuyomi isn't something you can just dispel. The only way to break it is if your mental strength surpasses mine—and it doesn't. Even worse, time in this illusion moves differently. While we spend hours here, not even a second has passed outside."
"You bastard, Akira!" Gojo roared.
Akira casually cleaned his ear. "You're way too loud, Satoru."
Gojo suddenly grinned. "Wait… don't tell me you were scared of losing, so you had to pull this cheap trick! Hah! I knew it, you were afraid of my genius!"
Akira scoffed. "A prisoner talking big? You're in no position to act smug."
"Prisoner?!" Gojo shouted. "Oi, let me go, you sneaky bastard!"
"Quit barking, Satoru," Akira said, stabbing a sword into Gojo's chest.
"OW—WAIT, YOU ACTUALLY STABBED ME?!" Gojo yelled.
"Stop whining. If you keep it up, I'll make you experience three days and nights of endless pain," Akira threatened.
Despite his words, Akira knew Gojo's mind was strong enough to prevent lasting damage.
"Tch." Gojo went quiet. Akira finally released him. Though it felt like forever inside the illusion, in reality, not even a second had passed.
"Tsukuyomi," Akira muttered again, then switched his eyes back to Kamui's Mangekyō. His gaze sharpened as he activated his ability.
"Kamui."
In an instant, every last piece of rubble Gojo had painstakingly gathered vanished into a swirling vortex.
At the same time, Gojo snapped out of the illusion.
"YOU—YOU CHEATING SON OF A—" Gojo raged.
Akira smirked. "All's fair in battle, my friend. You're too naive, Gojo. As the heir of the Gojo Clan, you've clearly been sheltered. Do you not understand how cruel the world can be?" Akira lectured, his words flowing like machine-gun fire.
Gojo was stunned. "You—" He tried to argue, but the sheer absurdity of Akira's words left him speechless.
Meanwhile, Shoko watched with an amused smile. "Well, well. Looks like Gojo finally met his match in verbal abuse."
Geto approached, sighing. He had already guessed what had happened.
Shoko, having experienced Akira's illusions before, immediately understood. "So even Gojo got trapped in his genjutsu… But what kind of illusion could make him freeze for a full second?"
—And that was how the great Satoru Gojo learned a harsh lesson.
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