Jujutsu kaisen: King of Seven Shikigami

In the sky, painted gray by dust and boiling cursed energy, a black crow spread its wings wide.

Tora's shikigami soared high, slicing through the hot winds left by the cursed explosion. Its sharp eyes gazed downward—serving as a second pair of eyes for the sorcerer who couldn't be there himself.

Yet even through the crow's vision, Tora muttered under his breath, eyebrows furrowed.

"My eyes... can't keep up with their movements..."

From above, all he could see were shadows and flashes—like two supernatural beings slicing through air at speeds far beyond human comprehension.

Then, from behind the rubble of a collapsed building, Tora saw it.

Toji Fushiguro—bloodied and wounded—was flung like a doll from the sky, crashing into a stone wall with such brutal force that it cracked, spreading like a spiderweb behind him.

Tora drew in a heavy breath, his expression grim but unsurprised.

"Yeah... during their first fight, Gojo struggled against Toji's speed. But now..."

His gaze sharpened, a mix of respect and fear.

"After mastering Reverse Cursed Technique... Gojo Satoru has ascended to a whole new level."

Above the battlefield, standing tall in the sunlight breaking through the gray clouds, Gojo Satoru hovered—his gaze locked in unwavering focus.

His cursed aura raged like a thunderstorm behind his calm face. His eyes glinted with the absolute certainty of victory.

Tora clenched his fists.

"This is it. Hollow Purple. The fusion of Red and Blue... pure, destructive force. It's coming."

The sky seemed to split open with opposing cursed forces:

Red—the force of repulsion.

Blue—the pull of gravity.

And when they collided...

A blast erupted—not merely destroying, but erasing everything in its path. Like a falling star detonating the very air.

Toji Fushiguro's body, still weakened from the last blow, was engulfed by Hollow Purple in an instant.

His left arm vanished—erased from existence.

That earth-shaking battle... lasted only minutes.

And finally... it was over.

Gojo Satoru descended slowly, his feet touching the ground with a lightness that betrayed the weight of his victory—as if it were nothing special, just inevitable.

He walked toward Toji's body, which—somehow—remained standing.

Tora held his breath. From afar, through his crow's eyes, he witnessed everything—but his body refused to move. He didn't dare approach... not until Gojo had truly left the scene.

"Damn, Toji..." he whispered, half in awe, half in mourning.

"He really died standing up... reminds me of another character who met his end the same way..."

The sky remained gray. The earth still trembled with leftover cursed energy. But the battle had ended... with one name reclaiming the throne of the strongest:

Gojo Satoru.

Tora's footsteps were slow, crunching over rubble and scorched earth. The hot wind still carried the scent of burning blood and cursed remnants that blackened the air. In the distance, Gojo's silhouette faded into the thinning haze—like a god who didn't want to be worshiped, only feared.

Tora exhaled long and deep.

His crow circled once above, signaling that the area was clear. Then, silently, it vanished into a swirl of black ink—returning to the cursed realm.

Tora stopped at a single point.

Before him stood the lifeless figure of Toji Fushiguro.

His body still upright, rigid like a living gravestone. Eyes open but empty. His left arm gone, and much of his body charred by an inescapable technique.

But... his lips still bore a faint smile—as if even death couldn't strip away his pride as a fighter.

Tora stared for a long moment.

Something stirred in his chest. Admiration? Fear? Or... pity?

"So... this is how it ends," Tora whispered, his voice barely audible over the wind.

He panted softly as he stopped just a few steps away.

"Toji Fushiguro... you were a monster. But even monsters have their limits."

And what he felt...

"You didn't fight for power. You fought for money—and to reject a world shackled by rules..."

Tora stood still. His eyes shimmered gently under the fading light.

"I won't forget your fight. And I'll make sure... your son—Megumi—won't grow up weak."

Toji's expression remained unchanged: a faint smile, open eyes, and the scent of death wrapped around him like a final cloak.

But Tora wasn't focused on that anymore. His gaze had shifted... to something else.

Something lying just beside Toji's feet.

The Inverted Spear of Heaven.

A legendary weapon—capable of piercing Gojo Satoru's absolute defense.

Its glow had dimmed, but its cursed presence still pierced the air like a thorn.

Tora stepped forward. His hand reached slowly, his body tense like a drawn wire.

"Will I be the one to wield it...?"

he thought, fingers inching toward the weapon's hilt.

But just before he could touch that sacred metal—

"Stop."

One word. Firm. Flat. But it hit like a mountain dropped on Tora's chest.

He froze.

That voice... unforgettable.

Clear. Cold. And carrying a weight that silenced the world around it.

Gojo Satoru.

"I... I was sure he already left..." Tora thought, cold sweat dripping down his temple. "Shit... was I being watched this whole time?"

Gojo stood as if he'd been there all along, not far from him.

His Six Eyes bore into Tora—piercing skin and bone, reading straight into his soul.

"Your clothes... look a lot like his," Gojo said softly. His gaze didn't shift.

Not anger—but lethal curiosity.

Tora swallowed hard. His breath hitched.

His mind wrestled between two extremes: fear of death, and twisted excitement at finally standing before the one he'd idolized from afar.

The untouchable legend—now only steps away.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice you watching?" Gojo continued, his steps slow—each one striking the ground like a war drum.

Tora trembled. But he tried to smile.

"What? Afraid I might beat you next?"

It was more a defense mechanism than a real threat.

Gojo paused. Stared longer.

Then... he smiled.

Not warmly. But with a killer's patience.

"Bold of you to talk like that... when your hands are still shaking."

The air grew heavier. The cursed pressure thickened. The ground trembled.

Tora stood straight—though his muscles screamed from the tension.

This wasn't about the weapon anymore.

It was a test—of intent, courage... and whether he truly belonged in this kind of battlefield.

Gojo Satoru's footsteps echoed softly, his white shoes tapping rhythmically against the ruins of the House of the Children of the Star.

He walked like someone descending from the heavens—trailing the aftermath of a godly war.

Ahead, Tora stood motionless.

His shoulders shook slightly, and his right hand refused to calm.

"Damn it... My hand won't stop shaking," he thought, teeth clenched.

"Even though I know... if I die, I'll switch bodies with Rainbow Dragon... Still, this fear—it can't be silenced. Rainbow Dragon will be on cooldown for a whole day... and until then, I'll be powerless. But even so..."

He glanced at the sword near his foot.

But the will to reach for it faded.

Instead, he stood tall—staring Gojo down.

His eyes still held fear.

But behind that... a fire was starting to burn.

"So what if I'm trembling?"

"Give me a few years... and I'll beat you. Without even needing the Inverted Spear of Heaven. There are other ways to bring you down..."

Gojo squinted, expression unreadable yet deeply intrigued.

The arrogant wielder of Limitless now carried a different aura—richer, deeper—since returning from the dead. His blue eyes gleamed with quiet danger under the soft evening light.

"So... you know more than just the weapon's name," Gojo said calmly, his voice cool yet pressing.

"Tell me—how exactly would you defeat me?"

Tora gulped.

He glanced back—"Should I run?"

Even the dumbest thought crossed his mind.

Deep down, a darker fear whispered: Does he already know?

About Riko Amanai... about everything that happened?

He played it cool.

But Gojo's expression was unreadable. No rage. No grief.

And that made him even more terrifying.

"If I answer carelessly... the next body he puts a hole through might be mine," Tora thought anxiously.

But retreat wasn't an option. Not now.

"I want to know," Tora finally said, his voice steady despite the shaking.

"If I answer your question... can I have what's behind me?"

Gojo narrowed his eyes.

Then smiled—not with warmth, but with full awareness of his dominant power.

"You're in no position to negotiate with me, kid."

Author's Note:

Thanks for the stepping stone...