The room was dead quiet except for the soft mechanical whirr of the projector and the faint buzz from the receivers relaying Mei Mei's crow feed.
The battle had been so chaotic already that it took a moment for anyone to realize what they were seeing on the screen wasn't a replay… it was happening live.
Gojo Satoru… was standing.
No — alive.
The feed caught every detail: his upper half, moments before lying still and separated from his legs, was now once more a complete body.
The bright golden afterglow of some unknown force still clung to him in trailing motes, and the ancient armored stranger stood nearby with the ease of a man who had simply decided not to let death happen.
Yuji's chair screeched backward across the floor as he jumped to his feet, voice cracking under equal parts relief and pure shock.
"GOJO-SENSEI… h-has been revived?!!" His chair scraped as he stumbled to his feet. He jabbed a finger toward the screen like it might unravel the mystery just by pointing.
"What type of cursed technique is that?!!"
His wide eyes darted to Mei Mei, to Hakari, to Yuta — looking for an answer no one seemed capable of giving.
Hakari tilted his head just slightly, his usually smug grin diminished into something colder, analytical.
"This kind of thing…" His voice was low.
"This must come with a price."
"It doesn't look like any cursed technique at all," Yuta said flatly.
Every head swung toward him.
"What do you mean?" Mei Mei asked, her tone still cool but with the faintest edge of curiosity.
"I mean…" Yuta leaned forward, pointing toward the feed. He didn't know what to say but he knew this was something more than just cursed energy but couldn't explain-
"Look." : Yuta added.
On the battlefield, Gojo hovered a foot above the ground in that casual way that still conveyed absolute control.
His hands were relaxed at his sides — yet there was nothing relaxed about the smirk lighting his face.
Across from him, Sukuna stared like he'd misplaced his last piece on the board.
A dry chuckle slipped from Gojo's lips. Then he outright laughed.
The patterns of blood — dried, smeared down his jaw, crusted on his black shirt — were still there, proof his wounds had been no illusion.
But slowly, almost theatrically, he let himself float back down until his sneakers touched shattered concrete.
Both his fists clenched, cursed energy flaring outwards like a pulse wave.
"Incredible," Gojo said, his voice alive with awe — not just at himself, but at what he was feeling inside.
His Six Eyes flicked toward the towering warrior looming in the near distance.
"Uncle… What are you?."
Radahn simply stood there, his burning eyes watching the white-haired sorcerer with quiet detachment.
"I don't know what you just did," Gojo went on, "but you vastly enhanced my strength… and I was already at my peak."
In the viewing room, that set everyone off — talking over each other.
Maki's brow furrowed. "Did he just say enhanced?"
Panda looked between them. "What the hell kind of enhancement makes someone who's already the strongest… stronger?"
"Strength boost too?!" Yuji yelled, halfway between joy and disbelief.
"That can't be possible…" Hakari said, but his voice suggested he was already calculating how it could be possible.
Must be temporary… maybe a low energy spike… Mei Mei's thoughts spiraled behind her poker face, but she didn't voice it.
Back on the rooftop, Gojo tilted his head, raising one hand like a gunslinger — index and thumb forming a finger pistol, aimed lazily toward a distant derelict office block half a kilometer away.
Cursed energy pooled, chakra-like arcs knitting and reversing polarity into a singularity of pure crimson.
"Cursed Technique: Reversal – Red."
It was not the usual compact ball of reversed energy.
The Red energy sphere swelled rapidly until it was the size of his normal Hollow Purple.
The air around it warped; microbursts of wind spiraled away from its event horizon.
Then, with a sound like a dam collapsing inward, it launched.
The streak was blinding, a meteor of bloodlight, impacting the target building in less than a second.
The explosion wasn't the sharp snap of a precision hit — it was a blooming tidal wave of force, red mist swallowing three surrounding structures. The shockwave ripped through nearby streets, splitting asphalt, and glass rain fell like silver snow.
Gojo's laugh followed the impact.
"Amaaaazing. As I thought… I'm almost ten times stronger."
He tilted his head toward Sukuna, and the mischief in his eyes sharpened into something predatory. "Not only attack potency — but my cursed energy pool… easily ×10."
'I'm cooked…' Sukuna thought, expression twisting for just an instant before the mask slammed back into place.
Something moved in the upper air.
A sudden shift in the air. Moonlight itself seemed to bend inward.
Then, without sound or ripple, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki descended, her robes trailing in a phantom wind.
The pale goddess landed between Gojo and Radahn, her Byakugan's pale rings glimmering faintly.
"Radahn," she said, her tone like frost over still water,
"I would like to fight him."
Radahn inhaled once, sighing through his nostrils.
His eyes didn't leave hers, but the pause spoke volumes.
Gojo straightened slightly and, with a mock little bow toward her, said, "Of course, madam. You can. Though," his smirk tilted,
"I won the first round."
'Is he fucking serious?!' Sukuna's jaw flexed.
'I won, not him!'
But before he could spit venom, the air chilled.
"Sukuna-sama!" The voice was icy and urgent. Uraume descended like a snowflake, arms thrust out. In an instant, a titanic wall of ice erupted from the ground, jagged and glacial, racing toward the trio.
Sukuna called her name again; Uraume answered, "Sukuna-sama!"—but her warning froze on her lips as Radahn moved.
'They are ganging up on my Sukuna-sama! Unfair! Unacceptable!'
One moment Radahn stood at ease. The next, he was in motion — unsheathing one of his greatswords. The edge tore a seam in the night air as it swung.
With the sound of the world cracking in half, the sword connected.
The wall shattered instantly — not in jagged chunks, but in powdered shards that caught the light of the city before cascading like diamond dust.
"Uraume—" Sukuna started, but the thought didn't finish.
As Radahn was now in front of Uraume.
The armoured giant's sword came down in a single hammer strike, slamming into the base of her stance.
The kinetic force alone ripped her from the ground, her body launched skyward like a comet, vanishing into the night.
Sukuna's pupils contracted.
He leapt backward, increasing the gap between himself and this impossible warrior. His voice was venom.
"Bastard."
He didn't finish. The cursed energy in his body condensed into something razor-thin, something invisible. He'd abandoned his shadow techniques entirely for this moment.
"Eat this—" Sukuna's voice—thundered as he unleashed it.
Gojo's expression changed instantly, recognition flashing in his eyes.
Kaguya tilted her head ever so slightly, but Radahn didn't ask what it was.… instead his instincts roared like a war horn.
The warrior moved before the arc itself could manifest.
His free hand reached for the second greatsword on his back. In a smooth, impossibly swift motion, both titanic blades came down before him in an X-shaped guard. The moment the hilts locked into position…
—TANG!
The invisible collision was like a bell tolling for the death of the sky itself.
The sound was so pure and so violent it rang in the bones rather than the ears.
Between the blades, sparks danced — not red, not gold, but purple-gold, writhing like lightning. The sound seemed to tear deeper into the bones with each vibrato.
Several meters away, Gojo's pupils narrowed. 'This confirms it'
Kaguya's pale eyes recognized it.
Her eyes narrowed-"A distortion of reality itself."
Then, slowly, the invisible arc started to show its form to the naked eye.
It was a half-moon of utter absence — not black, not white — simply missing reality.
Where it passed, air ceased to exist.
Yuta Recognized it.
Everyone did.
It was Sukuna's Reality-Cutting Slash — the same unseen attack that had carved Gojo's body in half earlier.
Only this time, it was being held.
Now , What Happens When An Unstoppable Force and an Immovable Object?
The invisible arc shivered as both unbreakable force and unbreakable defence met.
Like two laws testing each other's weight, the air warped.
The arc became visible, a crescent cleaving downward, brighter and sharper than moonlight.
It pushed against the crossed blades, sparking with malice.
Space itself screamed.
Constant Shockwaves Spread out , even Sukuna was blown back a little.
Gojo shielded himself as these waves were directly hitting him bypassing his Infinity.
The ground split in every direction, hundreds of meters at a time, as if the city had been built on wet paper.
Buildings sank, their foundations sliding into sudden, yawning chasms. Overhead, dark clouds spun into spirals under the stress.
Space started cracking.
A big crack was forming , Purplish-black mist-like, reaching to the night sky.
Sukuna had been ready to smile in victory — the arc looked like it was forcing Radahn back.
But then… he realised.
It wasn't the slash pushing the giant — it was the earth splitting under their feet, forcing Radahn to slide.
And then—
Radahn's grip shifted.
In a movement both fluid and monstrous, he tossed one sword into the air, let it spin once, then caught the arc itself on its return.
Caught it.
Yes, caught it.
He grabbed the slash which could cut the world itself.
And clenched.
The visible crescent shattered.
Not into fading cursed dust — but into shards of reality, glass-like fragments that whirled in every direction.
Each one cut whatever it touched; a falling speck sliced clean through a billboard column, another bisected a rooftop shed.
Drip. Drip. Drip
Radahn looked at his hand , A deep cut was there.
Blood was seeping through it.
A long crack was also there on his gauntlet.
Some small shards had managed to make small holes on his armour.
He had underestimated the potential of the slash.
It had managed to cut Radahn , albeit small.
But the next second, The cut vanished as if it was never there.
Amour Restored, leaving golden particles where it was reformed.
Radahn clenched his fists then looked at Sukuna who was busy in his own thoughts at the moment.
On the battlefield,
Gojo stepped sideways fast, Kaguya's form blurred as she evaded.
Even they knew the cost of being nicked.
Across the ruin, Sukuna had stopped blinking, his body tight as a drawn bow.
That had been his apex strike… and it was gone.
Cards spent.
Deck bare.
Then an unexpected flicker of excitement crossed his features as he saw Radahn turn… and nod toward Kaguya.
She inclined her head once, her sleeves shifting in some subtle preparatory motion.
Sukuna's hands twitched. His cursed energy began to rise again.
The next round was going to be hers.
Kaguya Ōtsutsuki vs. Ryomen Sukuna — Round Two was about to begin.
[A/N: Sorry Guys, You must think that I made Radahn weak as he was damaged by Sukuna's slash but unfortunately this will happen more in other worlds as there are beings far stronger than Radahn and if you guys forgot, Radahn has trump card under his sleeve.
You can guess from the initial MHA chapters what it is. Even Radahn don't know what more he can do but he soon will as he will face fellow god-like beings.
For the slash: Since it was a nigh-conceptual slash , it managed to cut Radahn. Also , Radahn had underestimated it. If Radahn was fully prepared, the slash would have vanished before reaching him]