Phase two good will:
In a room filled with countless monitors used to observe every section of the forest where the Good Will Event was unfolding, many figures stood and sat in tense silence. Screens flickered constantly, displaying overlapping camera angles, barrier readings, cursed energy fluctuations, and real-time combat feeds. Present were both principals of Tokyo and Kyoto Jujutsu High, alongside Aoi, Mei Mei ,and the smaller figures of Kai and Emi, who sat next to each other quietly, eyes fixed on the footage of the battle that had just concluded.
The atmosphere was heavy—not celebratory, but contemplative. What they had just witnessed was not something meant for students.
Kai:
"I have never seen that in canon Jujutsu Kaisen. When could Kusakabe do that with the New Shadow Style techniques… or is this some kind of buff because I exist."
His thoughts churned rapidly, trying to reconcile what he knew with what he had just seen. His knowledge of the original timeline clashed violently with reality, fragments no longer lining up cleanly.
Kai:
"So I'm guessing the world couldn't figure out a way to balance itself because of my existence. So far, there are people that never existed, and some are stronger than before… but it seems like Gojo is still the same—at the level he should be at during this time. That part at least still makes sense."
It wasn't comforting.
If the strongest remained unchanged, but everyone else was evolving unnaturally… then the future was no longer predictable.
Emi turned her head slowly to look at Kai, her eyes sparkling—not with fear, but excitement. The battle had stirred something inside her. She had felt it. The clash of wills. The pressure. The weight of power.
Emi:
"Kai… I want to grow stronger together. I want to be able to fight stronger sorcerers."
Her voice was soft, but resolute. It wasn't a childish wish—it was a declaration.
Kai met her gaze, expression calm but unwavering.
Kai:
"As long as we stick together, nobody can defeat us."
From the corner of his eye, Kai caught the faintest movement. Mei Mei was watching them—not openly, but with the subtle interest of someone who had already calculated their future worth. A slow smile tugged at her lips before she winked at Kai deliberately.
Kai shivered.
He did not want to imagine what kind of investment strategy was forming inside her head.
Mei Mei:
"The next generation is truly something, don't you think, Aoi?"
Aoi folded his arms, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the screens and the children sitting before them.
Aoi:
"Yes… truly something. From what I can tell, soon innate techniques and bloodlines won't be the only path to strength."
That single statement carried quiet dread.
Shoko:
"So he sings songs when he fights. Not what I expected from the so-called god of war."
Her tone was dry, though there was genuine curiosity behind it.
Utahime:
"Most of the time he's serious and philosophical… but he's a complete nerd behind the mask."
Shoko exhaled slowly.
Shoko:
"Well, with a curse technique like that, it looks like we'll have to boost our efforts today."
Footsteps echoed softly through the room, slow and uneven. Everyone turned as a figure approached with visible strain.
Shoko:
"Geto… was the damage really this bad?"
Utahime:
"Let's make it quiet."
Utahime raised her hands.
Utahime:
"Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify and amplify the energy within."
A barrier enveloped the room, sound and curse energy sealed completely. Geto was carefully laid onto a medical bed as Shoko activated Reverse Curse Technique, pale green light blooming from her hands. Utahime's barrier amplified it by 60%, allowing Shoko's positive curse energy to glow brighter, denser, more refined as wounds knit together at unnatural speed.
Utahime:
"Binding vow of energy for increased output buff of my curse technique."
Utahime:
"Amplification", acceleration."
As she chanted while using hand signs to boost the buff within the radius of,
Her curse technique layered over the process. The buff climbed to 120%, and with the barrier's structure reinforcing it further, Shoko's RCT surged to 200% efficiency, repairing internal damage that would have taken days in mere minutes.
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In another, far more secret chamber, several elderly figures sat around a holographic table. The projection replayed the final moments of Kusakabe versus Geto, slowed, analyzed, dissected.
to speak was Zenin Naobito, his dark hair mostly overtaken by grey, age weighing heavily on his sharp eyes.
Naobito:
"That's your future heir, right?"
He turned toward a woman in her mid-forties with fading blue hair—Kusumi Himemi.
Himemi:
"Atsuya Kusakabe. He is the prodigy of the New Shadow Style School… and hopefully, in the future, he will allow the school's techniques to reach a new level."
Another man spoke—broad-framed, white-haired, pale blue eyes sharp as ice. His gaze lingered on Gojo Satoru and Naoya Zenin, whose icons moved closer together on the map.
Kōji:
"Looks like both our heirs for clan head will engage in battle soon."
Gojo Kōji glanced at Zenin Naobito. Their expressions could not have been more different.
An elderly woman representing the Mission Hall leader turned her attention to the man whose forehead remained cloaked in shadow.
Ogami:
"Your son has been completing an unusual number of missions over the past two years. Could this be due to the heir of the Gojo Clan—Satoru?"
Renji:
"Aoi simply wishes not to be a burden to the one he cares for most."
The room fell silent.
Political implications crystallized instantly.
Himemi:
"We all know about his connection with Gojo Mizuki… but the question is—"
Renji:
"You're all questioning whether my son is suitable to stand beside Mizuki."
Naobito:
"It would be best to consider her future carefully. It will affect the standing of the Gojo Clan."
Kōji:
"Zenin, be frank. Don't hide your intentions. I'm aware of your son's attempts to court my daughter."
Pressure filled the room, cursed energy subtly leaking from Gojo Kōji's presence alone.
On the hologram, Gojo Satoru turned his head.
Through his eyes, the world unfolded differently—layers of reality peeled back, space itself rendered transparent, every dimension laid bare before him.
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In a car that belonged to the Gojo clan, two women sat next to each other, their silhouettes illuminated by the bright screen mounted in front of them. The interior was silent except for the low hum of the engine and the faint crackle of curse energy readings displayed alongside the footage.
Yuki:
"Curse Spirit Manipulation… that Geto guy looks interesting, don't you think?"
Mizuki didn't respond immediately. Her gaze never left the image of Kusakabe, eyes tracing the way his shadow bent, stretched, and overlapped with reality itself. She wasn't watching the fight—she was dissecting it.
Mizuki:
"There are many shikigami users… but that guy, he's not using a curse technique."
A grin spread across Yuki's face, pride seeping into her voice as if she'd been waiting for that realization.
Yuki:
"That's Kusakabe. Future heir of the New Shadow Style school. And I also know their prized technique—Simple Domain."
The cold, unreadable expression on Gojo Mizuki's face didn't shift in the slightest. That lack of reaction stung more than words ever could.
Mizuki:
"It's only a method to stall destiny. Not worth my time."
Yuki's shoulders sagged almost imperceptibly as she turned her head toward the window, watching the scenery blur past.
Yuki:
"So you're saying I learned a pointless technique. How heartless Mizuki ."
Mizuki:
"You and I both know—against the truly strong, that anti-domain technique only buys you seconds. Nothing more. And in some cases… they already expect it."
Yuki:
"Your time with him really changed you huh."
She turned with a look that felt as if a mountain peak ,so high that she could ever possibly reach.
Mizuki:
"Well it is expected, when you stand in the presence of Earth's Strongest Sorcerer."
Both women turned their attention back to the screen as the battle between Geto Suguru and Atsuya Kusakabe reached its climax.
Mizuki tilted her head slightly.
Mizuki:
"That guy… he has good taste in music."
Yuki snapped her head toward her, eyes wide.
Yuki:
"You mean Kusakabe?"
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The glow of the Six Eyes ignited as Gojo Satoru stood alone, space itself trembling around him. The air warped, stretched, and folded in subtle distortions, as if reality was struggling to decide how close it was allowed to be.
Satoru:
"I see a Zenin!! Projecting yourself into twenty-four frames all which are divided into a second … is this one of the prized curse techniques of your clan, Naoya?"
His tone was light, playful even, but the intensity behind his glowing eyes betrayed how clearly he saw everything. Wind shifted unnaturally before coming to a dead stop, revealing a teenage figure where nothing had been moments before—Zenin Naoya, irritation etched across his face.
Naoya:
"Those eyes will be a problem. How about I teach you braille, since you'll need it when I'm done with you."
Satoru:
"Ohhh, confident. I like this… maybe you'll even let me have some fun."
Gojo formed a hand sign effortlessly, and in an instant, he appeared high in the sky through teleportation , palm raised casually as if gravity itself had agreed to wait.
Curse Technique Lapse: Blue..
Space screamed inward. A singularity began to form, invisible pressure crushing the air as it shot downward toward Naoya. The sky warped violently, curse energy distorting space so severely that the ground below began to crack before the technique even made contact.
Curse Technique: Projection Fold..
Naoya vanished.
His speed exploded past supersonic, entering a realm that defied conventional perception. Twenty-four afterimages burst outward as his body moved faster than he ever had before. At the end of the sequence, Naoya touched his own chest—his body flashed, and his speed increased again, surpassing even his father's peak.
Satoru:
"Neat. There were twenty-four frames before… now I only see twelve. Must have something to do with his new level of speed from his Curse Technique ."
Blue slammed into the ground. Gojo used its pull to launch himself, riding the collapsing space like a slingshot. As he flew, the technique compressed, shrinking as its force transferred into his movement.
Naoya:
"A contest of speed? That's my realm."
The twelve frames surrounding Naoya shifted—no longer mere illusions. They gained weight, presence, direction. All of them moved, circling behind Gojo Satoru simultaneously.
Curse Technique: Film Rewind..
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Cursed Technique: Projection Sorcery
This technique divides one second into twenty-four frames of animation using the user's field of view as the projection angle of view. The user can trace a predetermined set of movements into those twenty-four frames and execute them in that single second.
While Projection Sorcery is active, anything touched by the user's palm must also abide by the "24 FPS" rule while moving. Failure to do so results in the subject getting immobilized and frozen in an animation frame for one second.
Amplification Technique: Projection Fold
By forcing space to compress around their own Curse Technique rule of 24 frames, the user folds additional frames into existence further dividing 24frames by half each time, increasing the overall output of Projection Sorcery. However, the more frames folded, the greater the strain. The user must now move in accordance with these folded frames —failure results in double backlash through freezing depending on how many frames was used. Extreme focus and brain processing power are required to maintain bodily control under such strain.
Extension Technique: Film Rewind
Allows the user to change position while maintaining current movement speed. The frames become tangible forms, acting as anchors. If any of these frames are destroyed, the user is frozen for 0.5 seconds, then stacks for each remaining frame.
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Through the vision of the Six Eyes, Satoru saw all divided 0.5 seconds into twelve frames that move at once. Three of them reached him—only to slow, crushed by the infinite distance between space itself.
Neutral Lapse: Infinity..
Gojo swung a fist, aiming for the frames—but they became intangible, phasing through his attack and snapping instantly to Naoya's true position behind him. Infinity had been dropped by Gojo Satoru so he could make contact with his strike .
Naoya seized the opening.
Curse Technique: Implosion Space..
His fist tore through the air, striking toward Gojo's chest. Space itself froze on contact—then curse energy and space shattered. For a split second, Gojo wasn't there as the compressed space collapsed inward violently.
Satoru:
"Over here, Naoya."
Gojo had pulled Blue hue on himself, anchoring it to two separate points in space. The momentary distortion yanked him out of the strike's path, effectively teleporting him at the last possible instant.
Satoru:
"That was risky… if I do that too many times, I could end up pulling my own body apart since I haven't fully mastered it yet"
For the briefest moment, as Satoru recalibrated mid-air, he already understood his situation.This wasn't just a fight.This was a test of how far the world had already begun to change.
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Naoya:
"Limitless curse technique… what a pain."
Naoya's body fractured instantly after his failed strike, splitting into twenty-four frames once more. This time they didn't simply scatter—they phased, turning intangible mid-motion before snapping back into tangible existence. The frames burst outward in multiple directions, surrounding Satoru Gojo from every conceivable angle as they lunged toward him in perfect synchronization.
Each frame carried intent. Each one moved with lethal precision.
Satoru:
"Phase". "Twilight". Eyes of Wisdom."
The chant rolled off Gojo's tongue calmly, almost reverently.
The space around him answered.
The battlefield snapped back toward its origin point—the very center where the massive singularity of Blue had first been launched . Truly showing the battle intelligence of Satoru using his environment and remembering his positioning, from the constant influx of information provided for him by the 6 eyes.
What remained of the first Blue had shrunk with time, its pull weakened… yet the moment the chant concluded, the technique flared violently, density spiking as curse energy flooded into it.The singularity screamed.
Half of Naoya's tangible frames were caught instantly, dragged screaming into the collapsing gravity well. Space folded inward, swallowing motion itself.
Satoru smiled.
Naoya reacted without hesitation. His remaining frames accelerated beyond their previous limits, all twenty four snapping into formation directly in front of the singularity. In perfect unison, they drove their fists forward.
Curse Technique: Implosion Space..
Reality detonated.
The pull of Blue was forcibly neutralized—space froze, compressed, then shattered inward. The singularity collapsed in on itself, vanishing as if it had never existed.
For a split second, there was silence.
Then—a sharp whistle cut through the air.
Naoya's instincts screamed.At the edge of his vision, space tore. A fist wrapped in compressed blue energy surged toward him at a speed that defied perception—movement stripped down to pure intent.
Projection Sorcery..
Just moments before impact, Naoya forced every frame into intangibility. Gojo's punch tore through them harmlessly—
BOOM..
The ground detonated. Earth, stone, and debris erupted outward in every direction as the shockwave carved a crater into the battlefield. Trees were uprooted, chunks of terrain reduced to shrapnel by the force behind the strike. Naoya reformed at a distance, breathing steady despite the adrenaline burning through him.
Naoya:
"…So he can imbue his own curse technique onto himself too."
The dust slowly settled. Across the ruined clearing, they stared at each other.Then—both of them smiled.
Satoru:
"I'll be honest, I almost got disappointed when I threw that punch. But to think you could react in time…"
Naoya:
"Trying to end me in one blow isn't fit for a gentleman's duel."
Behind Naoya, the crater where Blue had once frozen reality lost its glow entirely, the last traces of warped space dispersing into the air.
The battlefield was unrecognizable now—entire sections of earth missing, trees shattered or uprooted, debris scattered across the open clearing like the aftermath of a natural disaster. And yet—They stood calmly.
The heir of the Zenin Clan ,The heir of the Gojo Clan.
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The room reserved for the highest authorities of Jujutsu Society was quiet in a way only powerful people could afford . Only the low glow of the holographic table replaying the final moments of two battles.
First— Atsuya Kusakabe standing over Geto Suguru, shadow-blade at his throat.
Then— Gojo Satoru and Zenin Naoya, space torn apart between them, both smiling at each other as a testament of only the strong ,who now had finally found something worth chasing.
The projection dimmed.Silence followed.
It was Gojo Kōji , head of the Gojo Clan, who spoke first. His pale blue eyes were sharp, calculating—nothing like his nephew's playful arrogance.
Kōji:
"…Suguru Geto lost."
A statement of fact. Kasumi Himemi, head of the New Shadow Style School, sat with her hands folded in her sleeves. Her expression was calm—but her breath had been shallow ever since Kusakabe activated War Spirit.
Himemi:
"He didn't just lose. He was outplayed."
She paused, eyes lowering slightly.
Himemi:
"Atsuya Didn't rely on lineage. Didn't even rely on a conventional curse technique."
Her gaze lifted.
Himemi:
"He turned principles of the new shadow style into a weapon."
Across the table, Zenin Naibito let out a dry, almost amused scoff. He leaned back, fingers tapping against the armrest.
Naibito:
"Hmph. A Grade 2 on paper overpowering a future special-grade candidate."
His grin was sharp.
Naibito:
"This era really is something ."
But his eyes— His eyes lingered not on Kusakabe…but on the second projection.
Naoya..
Kamo Renji, calm and unreadable, finally spoke.
Renji:
"Geto Suguru showed restraint."
The others turned slightly toward him.
Renji:
"He didn't deploy his full arsenal. He didn't overwhelm the battlefield with numbers. He tried to understand Kusakabe first.
A light smile lit across his face as a candle light showed a stitch on his forehead for only a second.
Renji:
"That hesitation cost him."
Ogami, the *Missions Hall Leader, her wrinkled face half-shadowed by the dim light, chuckled softly.
Ogami:
"Hesitation isn't weakness."
Her cloudy eyes sharpened.
Ogami:
"It's humanity. And humanity dies first ."
That earned no rebuttal ,Kasumi Himemi exhaled slowly.
Himemi:
"Atsuya entered a pseudo-enlightened state ."
Her voice lowered.
Himemi:
"If the binding vow for War Spirit matures… New Shadow Style will no longer be a support school."
That statement carried weight. Zenin Naibito's grin widened, but there was tension in it now.
Naibito:
"Tch. As if that wasn't enough…"
He gestured lazily.
Naibito:
"Now let's talk about that kid ."
The conversation died down as they all knew the hidden meaning and the people at play for the massacre of the Kurai Clan.
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The projection shifted, Gojo Satoru vs. Zenin Naoya.
The moment Naoya folded frames beyond standard projection. The instant Satoru used Blue on himself ,The frozen space,The explosion.
For the first time, Naibito didn't smile.
Naibito:
"…He pushed Projection Sorcery past what I taught him."
There was pride there, But also concern.
Naibito:
"If he missteps even once, his brain will over heat itself a high risk gamble."
Gojo Kōji folded his hands.
Kōji:
"And yet, Satoru kept up."
A beat.
Kōji:
"With my nephew."
The air grew heavier , Kasumi Himemi glanced between the two clan heads.
Kasumi Himemi:
"Gojo Satoru , Haled with Both the 6 eyes and the Limitless Curse Technique ."
Gojo Kōji's eyes narrowed just slightly at her tone.
Himemi:
"He didn't deploy maximum output blue ."
Himemi:
"Maybe, he can't yet use maximum output."
She smirked glancing at the holographic battle.
Himemi:
They are still dead locked not clear who is controlling the flow of the battle."
Ogami clicked her tongue.
Ogami:
"Children playing with weapons that can end nations , is this the pressure we must now face when speaking to the younger generations ."
Kamo Renji spoke again, quieter now.
Renji:
"What concerns me is not their power."
They all looked at him.
Renji:
"It's their trajectory ,and where that will lead for all of jujitsu society ."
He gestured to the screen—paused on Satoru's glowing Six Eyes.
Renji:
"These aren't isolated prodigies, they are the new cogs that be shift the current system unless we deal with them."
Another gesture—to Kusakabe mid–Shadow Step.
Renji:
"Then further more, he could be the undoing of the three big clans.. if he so choices in future to up the gates of the New shadow style School."
Silence returned. Then Gojo Kōji finally spoke the words everyone had been circling.
Gojo Kōji:
"The balance is shifting."
Zenin Naibito exhaled slowly.
Zenin Naibito:
"And the old rules won't survive it."
Ogami smiled thinly.
Ogami:
" that girl, Mizuki was right."
Kasumi Himemi closed her eyes briefly.
Kasumi Himemi:
"She said change would happen, and it's only a matter of time before the standings of the big clans shifts to new influences."
She opened them again.
Kasumi Himemi:
" the new generation,will not wait for permission."
The hologram shut off. But no one moved.
Because for the first time in decades—
The higher-ups were not deciding the future yet.
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Not far from the entrance of Jujutsu Tech ,two figures walked side by side, eyes fixed on a tablet displaying the ongoing battle.
Yuki:
"As they say… the next generation shall surpass the previous one."
Her tone was light, almost amused.
But Gojo Mizuki frowned, eyes narrowing as she watched Satoru's movements, the flow of his curse energy painfully clear to her.
Mizuki:
"After all this time, little cousin…"
Her gaze sharpened.
Mizuki:
"…you still haven't grasped positive cursed energy."
The implication hung heavy in the air. that even with all the gifts bid stowed under the heavens,that There was still something Satoru lacked.