"Power's are worthless if you can't even save your own people."
—Satoru Gojo
Flashback — Star Plasma Deathtrap, Tokyo Burbs
Supposedly, this place was locked down tight. Yeah, right. The second Akashi blinked back into that cursed memory, the air just reeked of fresh blood and broken promises.
Gojo Satoru? He was barely standing. Bleeding everywhere. One arm dangling useless, glasses busted, Infinity flickering like a dying lightbulb.
Across from him?
Toji Fushiguro. Not a scratch on him. Face deadpan. Sword dripping with cursed energy, like it was just another Tuesday.
Riko Amanai was already gone, blood pooling from her body, soaking into the cold stone.
And Geto? Gone too—lured out, played like a fiddle.
This wasn't a mission anymore. They were just cleaning up.
Gojo's Downfall
Toji didn't bother with words.
He just moved insanely fast. The Inverted Spear of Heaven hit Gojo's dead center, right in the chest.
CRACK.
Gojo spat and The Infinity fizzled out.
Time dragged, everything in slow motion. Akashi, just a cursed memory echo, could only watch, screaming inside, as the guy everyone called "the strongest"
—died.
Gojo crashed to the stones.
Toji let out a breath, casual as you please.
"You should've stayed a kid. You had talent… but it's not enough."
He scooped up Riko's body and disappeared into the storm. No drama. No looking back.
Blackout
Akashi fell into blackness. Pure void. Limbo inside the scroll's memory.
"That's it? That's how he dies?"
"No. That's just what everyone believed."
A heartbeat.
Then—flash.
Resurrection — Some Creepy Shrine Under Tokyo
Deep down, under the city, Gojo's corpse lay dumped on some old altar.
His heart beats like Luffy activated his gear fifth in kaido fight....The drums of liberation....
Blood bubbled. Muscles stitched themselves back together. Cursed energy ran backward, like someone hit rewind.
Fingers flexed.
And then— a Bang. The Six Eyes blazed back to life.
Akashi's Take
The scroll didn't just replayed the history. It tore it open.
Akashi watched Gojo basically knit himself together with Reverse Cursed Technique, surrounded by busted charms and weird death glyphs.
One glyph had a mark he knew too well:
Spiral Order: Root Zero.
"You're kidding me. They were mixed up in this too?" Akashi's fists shook.
"So Toji wasn't running solo…"
Gojo stood up in the vision, pale but eyes burning. The air around him crackled.
Gojo vs. Toji – Take Two
Toji never got the memo.
Gojo dropped in from above, Infinity cranked up, Limitless is now sharper than ever.And..Toji we really sry to say this.now your gonna fucked up...
Red.
Blue.
Hollow Purple.
All three, unleashed at once. Toji tried to block but his weapon snapped like a twig. The air caved in.
"What the—"
BOOM.
Everything went purple. Nothing left but scorched earth.
Aftermath
Toji was dying, blood at his lips, breath rattling.
Gojo loomed overhead.
"Last words?" he asked, voice ice cold.
Toji forced a smile.
"...Take care of my son Megumi."
Silence. The end.
Akashi — Back to Reality
Akashi stumbled out of the memory, hands shaking.
Gojo's trauma? Not just his alone.
It was a turning point for jujutsu sorcery.
And buried in all that chaos, Akashi found what he needed: The Proof that the Spiral Order was tangled up with the ancient cults that tried to mess with Tengen.
Maybe even a clue that Akashi's own dragon bloodline started with those same cursed Star Plasma experiments.
He stood up, jaw set.
"I'm not here to rewrite history," he muttered,
"But I'll fucking kill every last one of those bastards who ruined it."