phase 2 good will event :
On a mountain pass a pathway laid with stone tiles walked a man with long hair, as the sunlight's rays shined on his forehead revealing stitches as he entered a cave that lit up with glowing talismans embedded into the stone walls like watchful eyes.
The air inside was cold, ancient, heavy with ritual residue.
Renji's thoughts:
Only a few things remain for my plan for the future which is first, I need something to change the fate of the Star Plasma Vessel, breaking the chain for Tengen, then find a sorcerer with Curse Spirit Manipulation to then subjugate a Special Grade curse spirit that can manipulate souls, and lastly create a truly perfect vessel for Sukuna as a last resort because even though Yuji my son is a good host his body is still heavily lacking comparing to Sukuna's body so I have a plan to fix that but it needs all the other steps to happen first so I need to prepare and I need someone important, a piece that can help me.
His footsteps echoed softly against the stone as he walked deeper inside until he passed a barrier, the invisible membrane rippling briefly at his presence before allowing him through.
Renji:
If I am to narrow it down, I have Geto Suguru and he wants to save non sorcerers so I will have to kill him somehow without my intervention, I need to make jujutsu society turn on him in some way and that can be achieved if I have him believe killing non sorcerers will be saving the world but in his case sorcerers which means I will have to have my star religious group kidnap sorcerer kids from minor clans and torture them.
His voice did not shake.
He moved to place some talismans in the centre of the barrier, restoring its power as curse energy flowed from his fingers into the seals, reigniting their glow.
Renji:
Making sure the mission files to rescue them will be sent to Geto Suguru, this will slowly change his heart and feelings towards non sorcerers and deepen his pain with non sorcerers and have a lot of incorrect information for Grade 1 and Grade 2 sorcerers having them killed or badly injured so Geto will be forced to absorb more curse spirits since he will need to replenish them from losing them in subjugations and to save other future lower grade sorcerers.
He walked over as he moved his hand, cursed energy flowing outward and forming a wide screen showing the battleground of Tokyo Jujutsu High, frozen on the moment of Gojo's fall.
Renji:
I do this because I know that eating curse spirits is not a pleasant thing and over time will drive his mental state to be unstable, perfect to be manipulated and have him then framed for killing non sorcerers and become a curse user allowing me to take his body once he is killed. Then that now only leaves finding a birthplace of a curse spirit with the curse technique to manipulate souls.
Renji Kamo was now sitting down with a box in his hand, inside it an object wrapped around an old talisman, layered and aged from centuries of sealing.
Renji:
Yet this finger, it still amazes me how Ryomen Sukuna with only a single glance was able to copy a technique that killed 99% of sorcerers that try it, to turn yourself into a curse object is a divine feat in itself, a sorcerer must have a truly deep understanding of themself and their soul.
His stitched forehead twitched slightly as he traced the seal.
Renji:
Being able to heal their soul with Reverse Curse Technique and manipulate curse energy to a high degree, I myself can do this since it's like the mimicked version of my curse technique. But it has its disadvantages unlike my curse technique, but all in all still allows a sorcerer to traverse time.
Renji:
And to wait all this time without losing your sanity as well, truly only a few can handle this.
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Scene shift
At that moment in a world that was red sky and a cage of bone with many bones and skeletons on the surface and rivers of blood flowing between them like veins, atop a mountain of bones sat a figure with four arms, two faces, four eyes, and a second mouth on his stomach, his tall muscular frame revealed as he appeared to be thinking about something before he slowly stood up.
The air trembled with his movement.
Sukuna:
Okay, I have beaten you countless times now I think it's only right I teach you how to shoot.
As he spoke he was already in a different location and the scene had shifted, distant targets standing across a crimson plain marked with symbols of different body parts and vital organs as Ryomen Sukuna turned to see a boy in his late teens with hair white as snow and silver eyes as he held a bow in hand.
Urame:
Father how should I do it then.
He turned to look at the tall figure of his father that adopted him over a thousand and forty years ago, his expression serious but eager.
Sukuna:
To begin with, this is to replace the arrow with one made of your curse energy first, then the next step is to reinforce the real arrow with your curse energy externally, then internally then finally only have a little curse energy that you can control even after you shoot the arrow.
Urame:
Like this right, or maybe if I just skip to reinforcement part.
With a smirk already expecting his response, Sukuna calmly gave advice.
Sukuna:
Skipping the basics is not a good thing, because in a life and death battle they can save your life when you have low curse energy.
An expression of realisation spread on Urame's face as he finally understood.
Urame:
I get it now, you're not just teaching me archery… you're teaching me how to control curse energy in a more refined manner.
Sukuna:
I'm glad my son is not cursed with the 6.7 IQ curse.
A confusing look appeared on the face of Urame as he looked at Sukuna.
Urame:
What curse is that.
Sukuna began to scratch the back of his head with a sheepish grin, one of his mouths smirking while the other remained neutral.
Sukuna:
Oh nothing, just something that's a plague in the modern era.
Urame:
Father will it be a problem for you to deal with that curse spirit.
Sukuna:
My anti-Heian era technique should give me the advantage.
A glowing arrow of blue and white mist formed, an ice aura coming off it as it was shot by Urame towards the target, piercing forward with precision and hitting the heart marker dead centre, freezing the target solid from the inside out.
Sukuna:
Your curse technique.. when you have your curse energy refined and controlled should be lethal against any sorcerer, until they somehow have a sorcerer that can output positive curse energy to the point that they become immortal, but that should not be possible since they would need even more curse energy than myself to even attempt something like that so you should be good in the modern era.
He watched the frozen target crack slowly under the pressure of the ice.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed slightly.
In the distance, the red sky pulsed.
As if something in the future had just shifted.
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In an open ground area behind a barrier made in the grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High to make all moments of the battle visible to everyone watching it, the air felt tight with anticipation.
The barrier shimmered faintly, layered and reinforced so that every movement, every clash, every fluctuation of curse energy would be magnified and displayed to the observers beyond it. Teachers stood with folded arms. Students leaned forward unconsciously. Even the wind seemed to slow.
Mizuki:
Ready.
Aoi:
3…2….
Gojo Mizuki and Kamo Aoi stood next to each other as they looked over to see the Kyoto and Tokyo sorcerers standing next to each other as Naoya, Satoru, Geto and Kusakabe all prepared as their curse energy flared violently, pressure rising from their bodies in visible waves, while both Mizuki and Aoi remained calm, almost relaxed, as they moved—but with a single step they both appeared in front of Satoru and Naoya, and with a single punch from both of them the impact caused an explosion of high-pressure air as they flew into the forest while crashing through trees.
Boom..
The shockwave rippled outward, grass flattening, stone cracking underfoot.
Naoya's thoughts:
Fuck… my whole body is in pain and why do I not feel the ground, I hear wind whistling past my ears and I see broken trees and I feel blood coming out my… is that my body causing this, Aoi Kamo is a monster.
His vision blurred as trunks snapped like twigs around him, his ribs screaming from a single clean hit.
Satoru's thoughts:
How is it possible for a human to move that fast, is this a limit of Blood Manipulation, and before I got hit why could I not see Mizuki coming it's like space itself made her invisible or maybe was it… ahhh this hurts, my body is being used for deforestation.
He tumbled through bark and splinters, Infinity having done nothing because there had been nothing to register.
Aoi:
You actually won that one, you hit him just 0,01 seconds before I hit Naoya.
Both Gojo Mizuki and Kamo Aoi laughed about their friendly competition on who would land a hit first, their tone light as if they had not just launched two of the strongest students across half the training grounds.
Mizuki:
What can I say, my trip really paid off.
Kusakabe's thoughts:
What are these monsters, I knew the third-year students were strong but not this strong, I just felt a chill down my spine and all I heard was a bang but it looked like they never moved.
Red steam lifted off the body of Aoi Kamo to reveal his form standing next to Mizuki like nothing happened, except his long sleeve shirt under his gi was ripped—no, not ripped—more like it had exploded off from the pressure of his muscles and the force of impact.
Kusakabe:
I get Mizuki being so strong but you have Blood Manipulation right, Kamo.
Aoi:
Ohh, you have something to ask junior Kusakabe.
His grin widened slightly, not mocking—just amused.
Mizuki:
Don't tease him too much.
Kusakabe:
I could not sense any movement from both of you, especially for you Kamo it was like you never used curse energy but that's not right because I heard two points of impact.
Aoi:
Not bad, I think they were right to pick you to be the future Heir of the New Shadow School, but who said I didn't use cursed energy.
Mizuki:
Hey you two, are you done napping.
From the standing trees came out both Gojo Satoru and Zenin Naoya with blood stains on their clothes, brushing splinters from their shoulders, pride wounded more than flesh.
Satoru:
I was trying to read both your curse energy but it's like Kamo does not have any curse energy, which is impossible because he has a curse technique—Blood Manipulation—recorded by the higher ups, and for you cousin through my eyes it's like you don't have curse energy as well but it's mostly, because space itself is hiding the existence of your curse energy signature.
His Six Eyes flickered faintly, analytical even now.
She then turned to face Aoi.
Mizuki:
My case is different, it's because of my curse energy trait from my curse technique, but for my Aoi here it's from his skill that I would say his curse energy control has reached a divine level.
There was no exaggeration in her voice.
Aoi:
Since the difference in overall power is too large, we both thought it would be best to use this as a teaching lesson for you four.
Geto:
Yeah can I just sit this one out, I don't want to use any more curse spirits so I will just watch this one.
He raised a hand casually, though his eyes were serious. He had already absorbed enough for one day.
Aoi:
Sure that works.
Mizuki:
In battle the most important thing is what?
Satoru:
Overwhelming power.
Kusakabe:
Reading your opponent's next move.
Geto:
Having a plan of execution.
Aoi:
It's not allowing your opponent to read your next move or more important see it coming.
His tone sharpened slightly.
Mizuki:
This will always give you an advantage even if your opponent has power or physical advantage over you.
She stepped forward slightly, her presence steady.
Mizuki:
Power can be matched. Speed can be trained. But if your opponent cannot perceive your intention, cannot sense your curse energy fluctuation, cannot see the shift in your stance or the flow in your output—then you have already struck them before your fist even moves.
Aoi:
Curse energy control is not about how much you have, it's about how little you reveal.
His red steam faded completely now.
Aoi:
If your opponent cannot read you, then even a basic punch becomes lethal.
The four younger sorcerers stood there, bruised and silent.
For the first time that day—They were not thinking about winning. They were thinking about understanding.
Kusakabe:
"War Spirit.."
"I plague an unyielding spirit."
Darkness swallowed the form of Kusakabe in pure shadows, the blackness thick and layered like living ink wrapping around muscle and bone, and horns curved upward from his head while smaller horns and wing-like protrusions formed around his ankles, giving the impression that even his steps carried demonic propulsion, and solid armour plated itself across his chest, back and forearms in jagged segments while his eyes glowed a bright purple beneath the horns, sharp and focused, no hesitation left in them.
Oni, General..
Satoru Gojo's Six Eyes glowed a bright blue hue as space distorted around his body, bending slightly inward as if reality itself was acknowledging his presence and adjusting accordingly.
Neutral Lapse Infinity..
Naoya Zenin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as his curse energy flashed violently, crackling outward for a split second before tightening with precision while his body split into projection images, frames layering and stacking over each other in clean geometric motion.
Amplification Maximum Output Film Rewind..
All three moved at the same time.
Pov Kamo Aoi:
"Let me make this quick, since this bastered Zenin is here."
I saw Kusakabe burst off the ground, the stone beneath his foot cracking from the launch as he moved towards me with Naoya moving fast at his side, their coordination sharp and wordless, they moved in less than a second and reached my sides with Kusakabe throwing a kick aimed to fracture ribs followed instantly by a punch from Naoya intended to cave in my guard.
I only smiled and lifted both arms in their directions and blood moved fast beneath my skin, covering my palms from within while the skin by my arms glowed red, as curse energy flowed in a split second and solidified my palms and fortified my bones while compressing curse energy equivalent to reinforcing the body but only concentrated in my palms, this was used to absorb and nullify the impact force rather than meet it with brute strength.
As I grabbed the fist of Naoya and the shin of Kusakabe I felt the force, the vibration traveling through bone and muscle, but I held firm and was only pushed back one meter by the combined impact before the ground beneath my heels dug in and stopped my movement, then I let go of them calmly and dusted my hands and grinned.
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Kusakabe's Thoughts:
If we both attack together he can't stop us at the same time surely he is not that fast, since I still have my doubts about his speed being that high with Blood Manipulation of all curse techniques.
Naoya's thoughts:
No way… I felt it, only a trace of his curse energy and the way his body moved despite only feeling the curse energy in his arms as he grabbed the both of us, but there is still my projection images he can't deal with all 23.
Aoi Kamo started to move like water, his stance sweeping out with his foot and in a clean 180 degrees, rotation he hit Naoya's projection image with a high knee to the chin with the sound of an explosion and red steam, the only visible sign being the steam and the shockwave ,not how he made contact with the projection since he moved so fast the eye could not register the travel, but Naoya felt it since he froze into a frame, and it looked like Aoi had only just turned around and Naoya's projection exploded ,from force alone as wind gusts blew wildly making clothes flutter violently across the battlefield.
Kusakabe's thoughts:
How is he doing that he just turned around and I only sensed curse energy only for a second, not only is he fast but the movement of his curse energy in his body is fast, almost instantaneous.
Aoi Kamo moved again with instant speed as the air exploded from time to time in sharp sonic bursts as he chopped the neck of a projection and kicked one in the neck and hit another with the bone of his wrist and turned with an elbow and continued like this as many projections all exploded while the observers only heard a high pressure sound and an explosion then intense gusts of wind constantly blowing in all directions after each impact, but visually it only looked like Aoi Kamo was standing with his hands at his sides, appearing in many slightly different turned angles all within a 1 meter radius, like afterimages of refined violence.
Aoi:
RCT..
Reversal Blood Surge: Sonic Fist..
Reversal Immortal Convergence:
The technique Reversal of Blood Manipulation allows the user to compress and condense blood to a very high density allowing large volumes of blood in just a 5cm orb, that can be replenished by Reverse Curse Technique, making the user functionally inexhaustible so long as control remains perfect.
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Reversal Blood Surge ~ Sonic Fist:
Pushing the user's body strength and speed to the limit to break the sound barrier, achieving Mach speed for only a brief moment, but with this destroying the part of the body of the user that collides with another surface, meaning it demands immediate Reverse Curse Technique to repair damage.
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Aoi:
This is the last one done, I think Mizuki should be done with her cousin Satoru by now.
At the time of Satoru Gojo manifesting his curse technique's Neutral Lapse Infinity, Mizuki had already moved in directly towards him, her steps silent, her presence unreadable even to the Six Eyes.
Satoru:
"Eyes of Wisdom."
Lapse Blue..
As the Blue moved towards Mizuki something happened, it instantly ramped up in speed, compressing space in front of it and almost teleporting in front of her as the pull intensified unnaturally.
Satoru:
"Twin Path."
"Singularity Pole."
Satoru's thoughts:
She is strong but even she won't be expecting this, since I can't yet move at high speeds using Blue on my own body then I will just use that speed on my curse technique itself, if I can't accelerate myself then I will accelerate the singularity and collapse the distance before she reacts.
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Pov Gojo Mizuki :
"My cousin is sure quite still jumpy when facing me like I remember."
There was almost something nostalgic in the way she thought it, not warmth exactly but familiarity.
Her eyes shifted and glowed silver as she used her curse technique (..BLANK..) through her vision, space and light bending into a tunnel before her, folding inward like reality itself was being threaded through a needle, and at the end of that tunnel she saw the position of herself already standing in front of Satoru Gojo.
She moved through the tunnel and in the real world she instantly appeared in front of Satoru Gojo at the exact moment it appeared that his Lapse Blue was about to make contact with her.
A fist was already moving toward his chest as the barrier of Infinity warped and bent around her fist, the layers of space compressing and peeling back unnaturally as it made contact with Satoru Gojo, pure shock flooding across his face for the first time in the exchange.
Satoru's thoughts:
No way… wait did her fist just shuttle through space or between space, ugh why can't I still understand her curse technique after all these years and the clan head, her father, keeps information hidden.
He was launched into the sky violently, air splitting around his body, only for Mizuki to arrive right next to him again with no visible acceleration and kick him toward the left, then follow with a punch that snapped his head sideways, and an elbow to the jaw that rocked Satoru Gojo hard enough to leave his mind spinning.
"I see you still use the prized technique of the clan in the same way, no way this shxtty technique is evaluated so high."
Her expression shifted slightly, irritation flickering across her features as she spoke in a tone unfamiliar to Satoru—colder, sharper, almost resentful.
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Boom..
Boom..
Boom..
The sound barrier broke multiple times in the now open sky and on the ground in the forest, the force snapping tree trunks and flattening sections of land while pushing clouds apart overhead, from the sheer pressure created by both Mizuki Gojo and Aoi Kamo moving at speeds that distorted perception itself.
Satoru's thoughts:
This level of speed is not even possible for even my curse technique, so how is she doing this without it damaging her body, maybe she might be the key for me to figure out how to have Lapse Blue imbued on myself.
Even while being overwhelmed, his mind searched for answers.
Gojo then tried to lift his hand into a hand sign, fingers trembling slightly from impact but still precise.
Satoru:
"True Path."
"Return to Origin."
Lapse…
But before he could complete the muttered chant under his raspy pained breath, Mizuki grabbed his hand mid-motion and broke the fingers of Satoru instantly, the sharp crack echoing between them as the gathering space and curse energy collapsed immediately.
Mizuki:
You won't be needing that little cousin, and you don't have to thank me.
She smirked faintly as Satoru's body plummeted toward the ground with a loud explosion upon impact, earth debris and dust flying everywhere as a crater formed beneath him, while space warped and distorted subtly around Mizuki as she hovered in the sky, her gaze cast down toward the crater Satoru was in.
Blood trailed from the corner of his mouth as he lay unconscious.
Mizuki:
You sure can take a beating, honestly you were meant to be knocked out on the first punch so I guess you have improved… I'm impressed little cousin.
For a brief second her tone softened.
Satoru's thoughts:
I want to be that strong, I don't know why the clan keeps calling me the strongest sorcerer when my cousin Mizuki exists… the Gojo Clan is similar to the Zenin in that aspect, undermining other cursed techniques that are not both a Limitless and Six Eyes.
Even in defeat, comparison lingered.
Mizuki's thoughts:
My Aoi should be done by now, let me go see the damages.
In the sky from the perspective of Mizuki she saw both Naoya and Kusakabe's bodies on the ground not moving, dust settling around them as the wind slowly calmed, the battlefield quiet again after the storm she and Aoi had created.
For a moment—
There was nothing but silence and the faint distortion of space fading away.
Ealier after Kamo Aoi defeated all the physical projections of Naoya, Kusakabe tried to attack with a shadow sword slash only for it to be met by an orb of blood that flew inside it and then exploded, dispersing the shadow slash from within rather than clashing against it head-on.
The orb did not collide.
It invaded.
The moment it entered the density of the shadow blade it destabilized the curse energy structure holding it together, and the next second—
Boom.
The slash ruptured apart in mid-air, black fragments of shadow scattering like torn cloth before fading.
Lapse amplification: Crimson Grenade..
Kusakabe:
Looks like he figured out a way to counter me… while he watched the first battle phase.
There was tension behind his calm voice, the realization settling in that Aoi had not only been fighting—he had been studying.
Boom..
Naoya moved as his 12 seconds of being a frozen frame stopped, the technique's penalty ending as he reached Aoi at blinding speeds that even Kusakabe could sense cutting through the battlefield like a blade through silk.
Projection sorcerer: Space Fold..
Only 6 intangible projections of Naoya moved towards Kamo Aoi, their outlines shimmering, bending the air as if space itself was folding slightly around each step.
Naoya's thoughts:
I'm gambling my brain just to land a hit on this bastard, wait no way how is this possible he's been moving this fast.
Naoya's facial expression was pure horror at that moment, because while Aoi was striking the limbs of Kusakabe and exploding orbs of blood at his slashes with casual precision, his eyes were still following the movements of Naoya perfectly.
Then Aoi turned his head when Naoya got closer to his side and moved his shoulder slightly, his head tilting just enough to avoid a punch from Naoya with a cold, expressionless face as if this was beneath him.
His fist glowed faintly, It moved toward Naoya's shoulder and At the exact same time, a blood orb appeared at his own shoulder and exploded in synchronization with the instant his fist made contact.
Naoya was able to see every motion of the fist.
And that was the worst part, As he felt an overwhelming pain erupt from his shoulder, he saw the blood explode at the same moment the fist connected, creating a critical hit producing 200% output damage, the dual force stacking in perfect timing and blowing away the body of Naoya into the sky in an uppercut motion that distorted the air in a spiraling shockwave.
The sound came a split second later.
Only for all the drops of the scattered exploded blood to rejoin back into the palm of Aoi, swirling unnaturally as if gravity belonged to him, condensing into a dagger of deep crimson.
He turned in a 180 degrees rotation without wasting a breath and stabbed the stomach of Kusakabe.
The blood blade phased into his shadow form, piercing the armor by bypassing its surface structure before exploding after it was already inside.
That result caused Kusakabe's centre of curse energy to become unstable, the shadows violently dispersing and leaving his form, returning him to his original state, only now his eyes were bloodshot and blood was pouring from the hole in his stomach.
Aoi's blood began clotting inside the wound instantly, closing it not out of mercy but precision.
Then it spread, A thin layer within his bloodstream , A poison Paralyzing his body from the inside.
Kusakabe's thoughts:
Looks like that's the end of that… and he completely countered me and worst of all I can't move my body, and it feels hot and sticky as if someone rubbed baby oil on me.
Boom..
A body landed with brute force brought by gravity into the ground next to the side of the body of Kusakabe.
Naoya's thoughts:
Shit… shit I can't move why can't I move, what kind of sick use of blood manipulation is this and why can't I move my body, and why does my body feel hot wet and sticky like someone is rubbing baby oil on me.
Aoi:
You must be thinking why does it feel like someone is rubbing baby oil on you, right about now but that's a secret.
His tone was flat, Almost bored.
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Kamo Aoi then smiled faintly and looked up to see Gojo Mizuki in the sky floating downward toward him, her descent slow and controlled as she observed the aftermath of the battle clearly.
Aoi:
You finished before me.
Mizuki:
To be fair I only had to deal with my cousin, which gives me the advantage, while you had two sorcerers.
Aoi:
Doesn't change anything, they're weak, personnel should be on their way to take them to be treated.
Mizuki:
Want to have lunch together.
Aoi:
I honestly don't know why I even bother asking Mizuki, when you already know the answer.
She smiled and reached out her hand to hold his, her usual composed demeanor cracking just slightly, but he looked at her with a deadpan face that did not match the chaos he had just created.
Aoi:
The answer is no.
Mizuki:
What how… but I thought I said?
Aoi:
Seeing you flustered really brings down the strong mental image others have of you.
Mizuki:
Why would you do that… you know what, say goodbye to your ice cream.
For the first time since the battle ended, Aoi's expression shifted almost imperceptibly.