The dim glow of multiple monitors painted the operations room in rippling shades of blue and white.
The steady hum of the crow-feed equipment filled the silence, broken only by the occasional flicker of static across the projection.
On the largest screen, high above the gathered sorcerers, the battlefield unfolded in real time — the fight that was shaking the jujutsu world to its core.
Mei Mei watched with her usual calm, fingers laced lightly before her.
To her left, Maki Zen'in stood with arms crossed, her keen gaze locked entirely on the images. Panda leaned against the wall beside her, his expression for once lacking its usual levity.
In front, Itadori Yuji had his fists planted on the desk, leaning forward, brows knit.
Yuta Okkotsu sat slightly apart, sword resting across his knees, while Kinji Hakari lounged in the back corner with his arms behind his head — but even he wasn't as relaxed as his posture suggested.
The silence was broken by Yuji.
"So… Gojo-sensei's going to fight Sukuna alone?" he blurted, glancing around.
"And — who even are those people? Have any of you seen them before? 'Cause I haven't."
Yuta lifted his head, eyes narrowing at the feed.
"They seem… foreign. Not just from another region — the way they stand, the way they look…" He tilted his chin toward the massive armored figure still standing near the blast epicenter.
"Do you all see this? That giant in golden armor… He looks like he's out of some dark fantasy video game."
"Yeah," Panda agreed quietly. "And the tall woman? She gives me ghost-vibes. Like… literally a ghost."
Yuji's gaze swept to the smallest figure among them.
"And the kid… she looks… normal. Just a regular girl. What's she doing there?"
Maki's head tilted slightly, but her eyes didn't leave the screen. "Whatever the case, they're here now. For now, let's just see what happens." Her voice dropped to a lower note.
"…Because I've got a bad feeling about all of this."
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Wind swirled between the towers as Gojo Satoru cracked his neck, lips tugging into that easy smile that masked razor-sharp focus. The moment's stillness was shattered as he flicked his hand outward — energy flaring around him.
The first strike was surgical — Cursed Technique Reversal: Red — blooming into a crimson sphere that atomized the space between himself and Agito. The blast hit like an armored fist through wet paper, sending the shikigami hurtling into the side of a nearby building before dissolving into nothingness.
"Bye-bye," Gojo quipped, shifting his stance toward Sukuna.
The King of Curses didn't hesitate. One movement and he was there, their blows colliding in a staccato rhythm of flesh, steel, and cursed power.
Gojo's Infinity warped every trajectory, forcing Sukuna to work angles at inhuman speed.
Black Flashes lit the night — the distortion of space-time itself rippling under their strikes. Gojo's Blue sucked air and debris inward, collapsing steel girders like matchsticks, while Sukuna countered with razor-edged slashes of cursed energy that carved new scars into the cityscape.
Then it happened — a flicker, a breach. One of Sukuna's sweeping attacks slipped past the barrier of Infinity, nicking Gojo's cheek.
Blood welled, warm against cold night air.
"Oh?" Gojo's grin widened almost imperceptibly. "That's new."
Sukuna's eyes glimmered hate and anticipation both. They broke apart — but not to breathe, only to gather something greater.
Then suddenly,
Sukuna's hands clapped in a strange and ancient pattern; Gojo's fingers curled, energy spiking. Neither blinked.
"Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine!"
"Domain Expansion: Infinite Void!"
The twin declarations ripped through the skyline. Reality warped, tearing open two overlapping worlds — the oppressive and endless slaughter-temple of Sukuna, and Gojo's infinite sea of knowledge and stillness.
And yet, in the collision, Infinite Void cracked first — shattered under the adaptive edge of Sukuna's shrine, whose lingering data eroded Gojo's perfect space.
The slashes hit Gojo , slicing his skin but Gojo healed them in real-time with simple domain.
The battle continued until Sukuna's domain collapsed But-
The two didn't stop.
"Ryoiki Tenkai"
The second clash was even tighter — Gojo shifting vectors, weaving cursed technique mastery into each moment until at last, he found the thread — a decisive strike aimed squarely to end Sukuna.
But fate twisted: from the void between them, Mahoraga surged.
One sweep of its blade shattered Gojo's renewed domain, scattering infinity into a flood of unbound cursed pressure.
Gojo's chest rose heavier now. Sweat slicked his temple. But his grin was still there.
"I can't lose," he said aloud, almost to himself — then louder,
"My students are watching."
--Viewing Room---
Hakari's eyes narrowed further at that line giving a laugh.
Yuji's fists clenched and he smiled.
Yuta's voice came low: " sensei…"
Mei Mei's brows were faintly raised, though her tone remained calm.
"So this is what the strongest looks like when cornered."
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The rooftop shook with raw cursed energy. Gojo exhaled once, centering himself, and raised his hand.
"Domain Expansion… Infinite Vo—"
Nothing.
No infinite horizon. No endless flood of knowledge. Instead, a sharp spike of pain tore through his skull, blinding in its suddenness. Hot blood spilled from his nose, dripping down his upper lip.
Sukuna's smirk was instant, precise.
"Burned yourself out, Gojo."
"What?" Yuji's voice echoed in the viewing room. Yuta's brows drew tight.
"That's what happens when you ruin a perfect brain with repeated domain expansions."
Sukuna spoke like a teacher lecturing a student on basic math. "Battle fatigue, cursed energy depletion—your neurons misfire. And here you thought Infinity made you untouchable."
"You are just too weak infront of me! Now , where is your Arrogant smile? Huh, Strongest?"
Gojo's smirk didn't leave. "You talk too much."
Sukuna's double set of arms spread wide as he summoned his own power again.
"Domain Expansion—Malevolent Shrine!"
The world twitched—then recoiled. Pain lanced across Sukuna's own senses as every orifice bled: eyes, nose, ears, mouth. A cough racked him, blood spraying across his jaw. His form wavered, curse energy draw unstable.
Gojo's grin widened. "What's wrong, Sukuna? Crossed your own limit?"
The viewing room murmured — Maki exhaled in disbelief, Hakari chuckled once under his breath. "Serves him right."
But Sukuna wasn't done. His fingers danced in complex patterns.
Behind him, Agito returned in a gush of anisotropic cursed mass, howling silently.
And there—warping space—Mahoraga reformed, the adaptive halo spinning with slow, ominous turns.
Gojo's posture narrowed; his center of mass shifted into pure offense mode.
"Now…" Sukuna's grin came back, sharper, "let's even it out."
The battle continued , with Gojo on the edge now.
He had to do something before Mahoraga adapts as the wheel was on the last spin.
Then-
Mahoraga's blade whispered through the air in a vertical slash—Gojo ducked under, palm tapping the beast's flank and detonating a Black Flash that warped sound itself.
Agito lunged from the side with crushing jaws; Infinity flared, but Sukuna slipped in his own strike from below, the blade grazing Gojo's ribs.
The siege closed in.
Mahoraga cut angles faster—its AI-like adaptation starting to match Gojo's tradecraft.
A crunch rang out. In one brutal movement, the Divine General's swing took Gojo's arms clean off at the shoulders, white-hot pain tearing through him.
For the first time, Gojo staggered back.
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In the sky , Rin's eyes sparkled like a kid at a fireworks show.
"This is like—the best fight club match ever!" she whispered to Matatabi, whose twin tails flicked silently.
Radahn stood behind her, massive and still as a mountain, gaze locked on the exchange below. He didn't speak; his silence held something heavier than awe — calculation.
Kaguya's pale face reflected the battlefield's flare. Her expression was unreadable—but somewhere in her mind, numbers crunched, probabilities danced.
Eighty percent.
That was the margin she'd need to face them both and win.
Her Byakugan flicked sideways — Radahn, just for a heartbeat, was looking straight at her. The warrior froze for an instant, then glanced away as though nothing had happened.
…Was that embarrassment?
The corner of Kaguya's mouth curved imperceptibly before her focus returned to the war below.
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Agito was sucked in Gojo Technique- Blue.
Gojo then conjured Cursed technique: Red in his hands and then instead of shooting at Sukuna, he pointed to the sky and shot it there.
Sukuna sensing something amiss shouted- "MAHORAGA!"
Mahoraga jumped in the sky to decimate Red , but was blasted away was Gojo , then-
The city reeled under the violence.
Towers bore scorches and glass-wounds; streets lay empty in terror.
Gojo's cursed energy surged dangerously high. His voice struck like a whip:
"Hollow Technique: Purple!"
The sphere bloomed at his fingertips and roared through the skyline.
Buildings disintegrated into dust; a shockwave punched the air hollow.
For a moment, there was only wind and the distant scream of shattered glass.
From above, Kaguya watched the blast ripple outward.
"It seems the one with the white hair won," she said in her lilting, alien tone.
Radahn didn't look at her. "Not precisely."
Kaguya's attention sharpened — a tremor rolled through her senses, not physical, but fateful. Something ancient, malevolent, had just written its signature into the weave of the world.
Her eyes widened slightly.
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Then came the silence.
Gojo swayed… and suddenly, impossibly, his upper body slid away from his lower half — which remained standing. Blood fell in sheets, pooling at his boots.
"Gojo-sensei!!" Yuji's shout nearly distorted the crow feed. Maki's eyes widened, Hakari slammed a fist into the desk.
Sukuna emerged through settling smoke — battered, missing forearms, half his body burnt and torn — yet victorious.
The line of the slash that had killed Gojo was invisible, but it ran deeper than stone — deeper than reality itself.
Sukuna had won.
"Out of all the ones I fought…" Sukuna's grin was thin and real, "…you were the strongest."
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Discarding Megumi's form like shedding shell, Sukuna stepped free into his true Heian-era body — four arms, the build of a war god, every movement heavy with older-than-time menace.
He turned toward where Gojo's body lay… and stopped.
"Nani?!"
Radahn was there, squatted low beside the body, like a colossus folding down to address a child.
"So you broke our promise," the giant said evenly.
Gojo's barely-opened eyes met his.
No words came.
They closed.
Radahn took in a slow breath, then let it out. "It would be lying if I said I wasn't interested in fighting you… so this one's on me."
His gauntleted palm pressed to the shattered ground.
From the point of contact, golden roots spread — and in seconds, a miniature Golden tree: Erdtree erupted upward, five meters tall, swaying in impossible wind.
Its light poured like molten dawn, painting everything in holy gold.
Across the field, Sukuna froze mid-step. "…What the hell is this…?"
Then he realized he couldn't move.
Purple-edged gravitational pressure laced around him, binding muscle and chakra alike. His glare jerked toward Radahn. "Damn it!"
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In the viewing room, even Mei Mei's composure fractured. "What—?"
Below, before their eyes, the horror became miracle.
The ragged ends of Gojo's separated halves lifted and floated together, blood reversing its flow, vanishing as if swallowed by light.
Fibers of muscle reknit; scars sealed over, then faded.
When the light dimmed, what remained was pristine.
A slow inhale — and Gojo's eyes shot open — twin sapphire stars, flaring bright in the night.
Satoru Gojo was Reborn.