The atmosphere was intense—something was brewing, something dangerous about to happen.
Gojo stood firm, his mind racing, while Zankei twirled Gojo's blindfold absentmindedly.
"My coffin, huh? You're very confident, aren't you?" Gojo broke the silence, observing every detail of Zankei's being.
The way the boy's cursed energy hovered around him amplified the heat in the environment tenfold.
He looks like a kid… what's this? A cursed spirit? Or something even more menacing?
He's human, though. From the way his body is structured through cursed energy... there's no doubt about it—he's a vessel for something far more dangerous.
Still, the possibility of him being a sorcerer is plausible. But I sense two types of cursed energy from him—one strong, and the other just barely enough to see a cursed spirit.
Zankei walked up to Jogo, who had healed from the dents Gojo's punches left on his body. His face was filled with disbelief.
"You want to try again? To prove the strength of 'the original humans'?" Zankei said, his voice laced with mockery as he smiled.
Jogo shot him a glare. "I'll show you that our existence isn't something to trifle with!"
Jogo stood up, clasping his hands together, his face radiating confidence and arrogance.
"Ryōiki Tenkai: Coffin of the Iron Mountain!!"
Jogo declared with killing intent. The air twisted to his will as Gojo's eyes narrowed. He stood still, confident in his abilities.
Zankei's hands were draped in the long sleeves of his yukata, his expression focused solely on Gojo's next move, his eyes sharp.
The air turned black, engulfing everything. What emerged was a mountain, a volcano, and magma. The oppressive heat accompanying them was strong enough to burn anything within Jogo's range.
A terrifying technique—for the average Jujutsu sorcerer.
Gojo instinctively activated his Infinity, his eyes tracking Jogo, who now wore an ecstatic smile and mocking grin.
"Well then, my coffin," Gojo said, swiping his hand and destroying a spear of magma aimed at him, "Why pair up with such a weak cursed spirit like this?"
Jogo's cyclopean eye twitched as he gritted his teeth. His anger intensified the heat within the domain.
Zankei's gaze never left Gojo, his mind analyzing rather than answering.
He wanted to prove himself… what better way than going after the strongest of this era?
Gojo raised an eyebrow and responded casually, "Just curious. You're pretty decent to be rolling with a curse this pitiful."
"Decent? I guess you could say that…" Zankei replied with a small smile as he extended his hand from his sleeve.
Gojo's eyes widened in disbelief at what lay in Zankei's palm.
A button—from his own Jujutsu uniform. The insignia glowed brilliantly under the light of Jogo's Domain Expansion.
"You have to be more careful, Satoru Gojo."
Gojo calmed himself, deciding the banter was over.
"WOULD YOU TWO STOP UNDERESTIMATING ME?!" Jogo's head split open, flames bursting out from his ears and mouth.
Zankei shot him a cold glare. "Respect isn't asked for. It's exchanged—subconsciously—through the acknowledgement of one's ability. And you don't meet our standard. It's that simple."
Jogo's pupil dilated in shock. But before he could react—
Slice!
His head fell cleanly from his body, a burnt mark visible on the neck's inner flesh as it hit the ground.
"Shut up," Zankei said, voice deep and unchanging.
The Domain Expansion barrier shattered like glass, crumbling to the ground from the damage Jogo had sustained.
Gojo halted mid-motion, ready to form a hand sign to counter Jogo's domain—only to realize Zankei had already handled it.
"Now..." Zankei took a battle stance, raising his hands in a martial style Gojo recognized—eerily similar to his own.
Gojo's seriousness faded. He brought his hands together as well, a maniacal smile forming on his face.
"…Let's see what the whispers are about," Zankei said.
"Interesting..." Gojo murmured.
The morning sun began to rise, painting the sky with daybreak hues. Gojo Satoru and Zankei Kubigari—an unlikely pair locked in a brief but fierce spar.
"Get ready!!" Gojo shouted, his voice tinged with excitement.
He closed the distance over the river that separated them. The water parted like the Red Sea. Zankei, trusting his strength, prepared to block—
BOOM!!!
An overwhelming force—one Zankei had never felt before—pulled him in violently.
A trail of destruction followed as his body tore through trees before crashing to a halt.
"Such terrifying strength… it felt unnatural." Zankei looked at his right forearm—broken.
But his expression didn't change. He looked up—only to see a fist flying toward his face.
A strong gust followed. Gojo's form was perfect—his intent, deadly.
Zankei sidestepped, the wind blowing his ginger hair wildly. He adjusted his core and aimed a flick-kick at Gojo's knee.
Gojo responded by lifting his leg, dodging, and slamming an overhead kick onto Zankei's head.
The impact reverberated through Zankei's spine. He went flying—crashing through a massive tree.
Gojo landed, letting his shoulder relax… until—
BOOM!!!
A tree trunk came hurtling toward him at breakneck speed. But Gojo twisted his body mid-air, dodging it with inhuman reflexes.
Suddenly, Zankei appeared above him, leg cocked back like a spring-loaded catapult—ready to bury Gojo into the ground.
But before impact—his leg froze.
"What…" Zankei muttered in disbelief.
Gojo turned to face him, grinning like a child having fun.
"Seems like you're new around here."
"Interesting, I must say…"
Gojo landed a spinning kick to Zankei's ribs, launching him across the field.
"Lucky you survived that long. That's a first."
Zankei stood, brushing off the dirt on his traditional wear.
"Well then, shall we continue?" he asked, despite the visible dents and injuries on his body.
"That's fine. You've proven you can last this long. That alone is a feat most can't claim. I'll be exorcising you now," Gojo declared, raising his index finger, a blue orb forming and sucking in space.
"And who are you to decide that? I said we're not finished yet." Zankei stood firm, no intention of dodging the charged attack.
"Take a seat," Gojo said, mocking his persistence.
Zankei, unbothered by Gojo's mockery instead replied "It should be taking effect right about now…"
Gojo tilted his head, eyebrows raised.
"What are you tal—"
GUSH!!!
Blood erupted from Gojo's nostrils, trickling down like a faucet. His ears and mouth bled too.
Cough!!!
Gojo buckled under his weight, blood flooding the ground like a pool.
Zankei walked up, placing a hand on Gojo's chest. Flames burst from his palm, engulfing Gojo entirely.
The flames churned, turning crimson red.
But Zankei's face held no satisfaction.
Is Gojo Satoru dead?
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What'll happen to the strongest sorcerer of modern times??? Fine out on Dragon ball Z