The horizon shimmered like molten glass as the sun began to sink, staining the skies with amber and rose.
Its light watercolored the edges of the strange world Radahn had forged—a pocket-dimension of endless mountains, glistening rivers, and a sky that never showed night.
A gentle wind carried the fragrance of flowers that didn't exist in any human realm—petals of white flame, blossoms of crystal bending toward the sun. It was serene enough to make anyone think the universe had found peace.
But peace was only in appearance.
The stillness wasn't natural.
"Don't you miss them?"
The soft question broke the silence.
Rin, now in her late teens, sat with her knees pulled up, her hair swaying with the golden gusts. Though her smile was faint, her eyes carried the ache of nostalgia.
"It's almost been a year already."
Gojo Satoru tilted his head back against a nearby stone, the endless sunlight illuminating his face.
His lips curved upward, that ridiculously carefree grin masking every ounce of weight he might have felt inside.
"Yeah, I do." His voice was warm and playful.
"But I'm glad they're all doing well. Probably living the kind of mundane boring lives we'd never get, y'know?"
Rin puffed her cheeks, kicking at the grass.
"Is that so?"
"Waah, it's so boring here. I don't wanna just train and train and just—"
"Train," Gojo cut her off, laughing with that sharp snicker that always made people wonder if he was being wise or just dumb.
"Yeah, can confirm. Training arcs have terrible pacing. Don't worry, though—I think we'll be leaving soon." He leaned closer and muttered like a big secret,
"Besides, if Radahn doesn't wrap this up fast, I'm filing a complaint with HR."
Rin squinted.
"…HR?"
"Yeah. Heavenly Realms. They've got a pretty strict no-idling policy."
She smacked his arm with a groan.
"That's not even funny."
"Oh, please," Gojo said, flicking his hand dramatically like a TikTok influencer,
"that joke slaps. Just admit it."
Then,
Gojo rested lazily against a boulder, hands tucked behind his head.
"What about you?" he asked. His single eye glinted faintly from beneath his blindfold, softer than usual.
"Don't you miss them?"
Rin looked up, caught off guard. For a moment her lips parted to fumble some denial. But then her shoulders slumped in honesty.
"…I do," she admitted. Her voice came out small, stripped clean of playfulness.
"I miss everyone. Obito… Kakashi-sensei… even Minato-sensei. All of them too. And when I think how much has changed, I…" She trailed off, chewing lightly at her lip.
Gojo tilted his head, listening.
"…But…" Rin added, this time smiling faintly, "at least now I'm not alone anymore."
She turned to face him, her eyes clear and warm despite the ache in them.
"We're like family now. You're like a big brother to me?"
Gojo blinked once, then chuckled with a dramatic groan, pretending to ruffle her hair although his hand just hovered over the air.
"Big brother? Tch. Try fun uncle. Much better branding." he teased, though the softness in his expression gave away his acceptance.
"But Oniichann sounds good too!"
Rin laughed, her shoulders easing as she hugged herself.
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It hadn't always been like this.
In the first days after Radahn declared his year of immobility, the four of them had been strangers bound only by circumstance.
Rin had clung to familiarity—Matatabi on one side, Isobu on the other—as though they were her anchors in this alien place.
Kaguya's presence… made things worse for the tailed beasts.
The first time she had descended before them, robes trailing like moonlight and the Byakugan radiating authority, Isobu had immediately stiffened.
His plushie body wobbled, eyes wide and unblinking.
"That's her…" Isobu whispered, shrinking back into Rin's shoulder.
"The Rabbit Goddess. The one who… who…"
Matatabi flicked her two tails uneasily, gaze hard as she studied the woman who was once enemy to every shinobi era.
Her flames dimmed, a rare sign of restraint.
Rin had felt them tremble against her casually, and though Kaguya never lashed out, her stillness, her sheer inexplicable power—it froze the two tailed beasts into silence.
It wasn't until days later, when Kaguya sat by a stream weaving dimensions into reflections across the water, that Rin finally asked her:
"…Why are you with Uncle and are helping us?"
For a long time, Kaguya hadn't answered.
She traced her hand through the water, creating ripples that split into parallel pools, each showing pieces of worlds that had once been.
Finally, her voice came low.
She smiled.
"Because everything was stolen from me once. But new bonds… new family… they temper eternity."
That day, Isobu and Matatabi whispered less wariness and began simply watching.
Time carried them forward.
When Gojo had first heard her reveal the whole story, though—of Radahn's world—his jokes died.
The group had sat beneath a pale moon that never set.
Rin leaned forward eagerly with childish curiosity, and Kaguya's gaze remained toward the horizon, recounting the tragedy that belonged to their golden warrior.
"His world…" Kaguya began.
"was not meant for mortals. From the moment of his birth, battle was his inheritance. He conquered fields alone, rode across stars, but was struck and consumed by a plague called Scarlet Rot. It devoured him—his flesh, his will, his mind."
Kaguya waved her hand in the air.
A flickering video imagery came to life.
With a Hologram like magic, they saw his world.
From the Birth of God to the captivity of One.
The Shattering.
The deaths(but censored some) , The battles , The history.
And,
Radahn's Tragic Fate.
Gojo's hand had frozen over his knee.
His joking smirk drained, his Adam's apple bobbing in a rare swallow.
"You're telling me… he chose to keep fighting even as it ate away everything?" Gojo murmured.
"Yes."
"He pressed on until he was a husk—then… fell. And yet, through unyielding will, through countless rebirths, he returned. Albeit forcefully but Eternal, undying. To win back the stars he had lost."
Rin's throat tightened.
Her lips trembled before tears welled in her eyes, cascading down cheeks hot with ache.
"H-he suffered so much…" she whispered.
"And he still endured. Still protected others."
Gojo had slouched forward, elbows on knees, his voice dropping quiet, stripped bare of bravado.
"…Man, here I was thinking I was hot stuff. Infinity, strongest sorcerer alive, unbeatable."
He laughed faintly, bitterly. "Guess next to that…? Feels like I've just been playing dress-up."
Rin had sniffled, leaning against his side without hesitation.
And for the first time, Gojo didn't dodge or joke—he simply let her lean into him.
Maybe even leaned back, just slightly.
And after that night, that story, their small group changed.
Gojo tilted from a mocking teacher into an older brother.
Rin anchored herself in smiles and training, trying to honor those who came before.
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Matatabi and Isobu became something closer to guardians—still sardonic, half afraid of Kaguya, but growing tolerant, even playful once the days stretched into weeks.
Even Kaguya warmed faintly, though her face rarely betrayed it. More often than not they found her watching their laughter from a distance, the faintest flick of serenity pulled at her lips before she turned away.
A family. Strange, broken, unlikely—but a family.
Now, a year later, Gojo leaned back again, eyes hidden but his grin visible.
His words were lighter, but a sincerity laced them as he looked Rin's way.
"Yeah," he said softly.
"We're like family. Guess that's the one good thing about stepping into cursed dimensions and weirdo God-planets. You never know who you're gonna meet."
"Who knows there might be a Baldy guy capable of challenging Gods?"
Isobu yawned on Rin's shoulder.
" I'm still sleepy. Tone down your purrs kitty."
Matatabi flicked her tail, unimpressed. "And yet you still talk. Hilarious."
"Bro, coping mechanism," Isobu replied flatly.
Rin rolled her eyes at all three, but her heart—her once lonely heart—felt steady for the first time in years.
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Their banter didn't last long.
"Do not worry, child. We will be leaving," the mother of chakra said quietly.
Her expression was calm as she floated mid air and looked at the group in-front of her with warm eyes and continued-
"For he is now… ready."
Gojo straightened on impulse, his smile faltering as he followed her gaze.
Far in the distance, where a golden sun met endless plains, they saw it.
The burning orb.
At first, it was large, radiant, pulsing with remnants of the dead God's fragmented soul.
But it faltered, flickering and shrinking as though devoured by something immeasurable. Gradually, the glowing sphere condensed, becoming threads of fire being endlessly drawn toward the colossal figure at its center.
Radahn.
The General who once knelt half-buried in his own faded armor now sat suspended in a lotus stance miles off the ground. His silhouette was both terrifying and divine.
The orb shrank smaller.
Smaller still.
Until at last it imploded into him.
When the light cleared, he was no longer the same man.
The dull, war-torn bronze of his armor was gone; in its place gleamed gold so polished it rippled like liquid sunlight, radiant enough to blind the eyes if stared at too long.
Not a scratch marred it—every inch was perfect, reflecting all creation back at those who gazed upon him.
His once tangled dark crimson mane now burned like stars incarnate, long ember-red strands blazing with threads of cosmic fire. His eyes—still shut—glowed faintly beneath his lids, as though his very being radiated enough light to challenge the sun.
The scars and rough tan skin of battle were gone; in their place, a form that looked sculpted by heaven itself—powerful, towering, every muscle defined with divine artistry.
A titan, a war god, condensed to twelve feet tall so that the world itself would not shatter beneath his step.
When Radahn opened his eyes, the sky bent.
A pulse of ethereal radiance spread like the sigh of a new universe, rolling across the dimension. Mountains trembled.
Rivers ceased their flow. Even the air bent into lattice, as if bowing before the birth of something absolute.
And like an instinct older than thought, Gojo and Kaguya staggered under it, unable to stand upright.
Rin, however—her hair blown back by the incoming winds—only gasped wide-eyed and stood firm.
"Waaaah! Uncle, you look so cool now!!" she shouted with childish delight, both innocent and pure amid the divine terror.
"…Y-yeah… agree…" Gojo wheezed, haggard, gripping his knees with dramatized breath like an old man at the gym.
"Totally not dying. Just catching my breath. Peak aesthetic appreciation moment."
Clinging on Rin's shoulders were two figures—beings who looked adorable in this peace, yet their energy reeked of ancient power.
On her right sat Isobu, the Three-Tails, now shaped in this dimension as a turtle plushie brought to life—beady crimson eyes glowing like campfire embers, three tails wagging faintly behind its shell.
On her left perched Matatabi, the Two-Tails, a sleek jaguar-cat wreathed in blue flame, her twin tails swishing back and forth, ever graceful, ever unimpressed.
Isobu let out a sigh, his small plushie mouth creaking open.
"Dang. Man looks like he just unlocked the 'Premium Battle Pass: God Edition.'"
Matatabi immediately rolled her eyes, fire flickering. "That joke was… tragic."
"Hey, don't blame me," Isobu muttered. "Comedy's hard when you're a turtle with existential trauma."
Gojo snorted and finger-gunned toward Isobu. "Bro, that joke was fatherless. Respect."
"UNCALLED for," Isobu groaned.
Radahn, meanwhile, descended slowly, weightless, as if even gravity submitted to his presence.
One year ago, his voice echoed in their memories. "I must absorb a newfound concept," he had told them in this same golden field.
"During that time, I will be immobile. Train yourselves. Kaguya will be your guide."
And they had nodded, obedient, patient.
Now here he was before them—not a general, not a warrior, not even a demigod.
But a True God.
His feet touched the luminous grass. Silence claimed the world. Every petal, every wisp of air leaned toward him as though to worship.
He opened his mouth, and his deep voice, though calm, carried enough weight to cradle creation itself.
"Thank You all , for waiting this long."
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Radahn's eyes locked with Kaguya's.
For the briefest moment—a faint flicker of pink warmed Kaguya's pale cheeks before her impassive mask reclaimed her features.
She looked elsewhere, but her silence said more than words.
Gojo smirked 😏.
Radahn's golden eyes passed over each of them, he observed.
Rin stepped forward first.
On her shoulders, Matatabi's twin tails swayed, and Isobu's small armoured shell radiated faint power.
A year had done what centuries of shinobi conflict seldom accomplished: it had made her whole.
No longer just a jinchūriki—she was perfect.
Not of one tailed beast, but two.
Their chakras wound through her like flowing rivers that met at a single ocean, harmonized under her control.
Her aura shook the air, sharp like lightning but tempered with warmth.
When Rin lifted her palm lightly, small orbs of condensed gravity pulsed above her fingertips before dissolving into harmless sparks—Radahn's own magic woven with her chakra.
The earth beneath her feet shifted slightly, rising and falling as though gravity itself recognized her authority.
With a breath, her minor wounds sealed instantly, flesh knitting back together with Elden's art of healing.
A child who had once wept by water's edge now bore the strength that could topple nations without breaking pace.
With near-infinite Godly-Potions and Magic-spells/items at their disposal , their strength skyrocketed.
Radahn's golden eyes lingered on her, softening.
She straightened beneath it, unconsciously understanding his approval.
Beside her stood Gojo Satoru.
His grin hadn't changed—still smug, leaning slightly as though owning his own shadow—but his aura had become unbearable in its immensity.
A year in this dimension had shifted him in ways even he hadn't expected.
His cursed energy, once mighty but finite, now ran like an endless sea.
Infinite.
No drop left unrenewed, no limit waiting to be reached.
He didn't even have to demonstrate it—He could use his cursed skills indefinitely.
His very presence was a paradox—a walking singularity draped in black uniform but he no longer wore a blindfold.
Radahn's stare lingered on him too.
And for once—even through his smirk—Gojo straightened, acknowledging the weight of that gaze.
And then there was Kaguya.
She had not remained idle either.
Her form was unchanged, robes of white and strands of moonlit hair falling in cascades.
But something fundamental had shifted.
Radahn had trusted her with something no mere mortal, no shinobi, had ever tasted:
The knowledge of Sacred Elden Magic.
Though limited; as some were too dangerous.
She had known the infinite shapes of chakra, dimensions at her fingertips, and power that dwarfed mortal imagination.
Yet even she had been unprepared for the new language of existence that Radahn's gifts had given her.
Her pupils swam with visions of stars collapsing and dimensions splitting.
Her strength had ascended into something beyond divinity itself.
The Sacred knowledge Radahn entrusted her had fused seamlessly with her infinite chakra—she now wielded draconic sorceries and glintstone incantations as naturally as breathing, bending flame, crystal, and starlight into weapons of impossible scale.
Her Byakugan had evolved far past the Tenseigan, amplified a hundredfold, its gaze alone capable of dissecting dimensions and rewriting space.
And she had mastered a skill similar to Gojo's Infinity, folding it into her arsenal so that not even a concept as pure as "contact" could reach her without consent.
She was no longer simply the Rabbit Goddess of chakra.
She was now something beyond even that: a being capable of challenging lesser Gods—and winning.
On part with Intermediate Gods.
Her aura was way softer than Radahn's but undeniable, a cold serenity that chilled through flesh and bone.
When her gaze again brushed Radahn's, it was the tiniest flicker of acknowledgment.
And his golden eyes seemed satisfied.
For a long time, there was silence. None dared to interrupt the rhythm of the moment.
The three of them—changed, perfected, almost divine themselves—stood as Radahn watched.
They had become what he hoped for.
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A faint tension in the air dissipated, as though the land itself recognized completion.
Soon, their time here would end.
Rin broke the silence first, her youthful voice feathering across the golden plain.
"Kukuku....Uncle… are you shocked?"
Radahn's gaze lingered on them again.
Kaguya's cheeks faintly pinkened again—an utterly imperceptible sign quickly smoothed into her usual stoicism.
Gojo shoved his hands in his pockets, side-eyeing Radahn with the closest thing he'd ever show to genuine humility.
Finally, Radahn spoke—deep, eternal, vibrating through their bones like the voice of the universe itself.
"…You all have improved."
"I'm glad."
He smiled.
Rin's heart swelled.
Matatabi exhaled with feline poise.
Isobu muttered softly, "…Okay, yeah, terrifying turtle dad is proud."
Gojo chuckled under his breath.
Radahn tilted his head toward the glowing fissure beginning to open in the heavens. The portal waited, burning with light from beyond.
"Now," he said, voice final as destiny itself, "let us leave this place."
"And enter… a whole new world."
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[A/N: Hey guys , should I change the Novel's name to the new world or wait till next chapter?]
[In the meantime , can you guys guess the new world?]
[Hint: 💀👒]