Jujutsu kaisen: King of Seven Shikigami

A black shadow crept slowly from beneath Tora's feet, like a thick, living fog. It slithered calmly yet purposefully across the cracked earth, reaching the lifeless body of Toji Fushiguro. The moment it touched him, Toji's body began to sink—slowly, silently—like a stone swallowed by a swamp. No sound followed. Only the whisper of the wind bore witness as the Sorcerer Killer was drawn into darkness.

Inside Tora's consciousness—

A vast, boundless inner world cloaked in absolute darkness.

But in the middle of that void, seven lights hovered in the air, each glowing like a suspended egg, radiating its own unique color. Yet two of them... stood apart from the rest.

One of those lights contained the curled form of the Rainbow Dragon, sleeping in a fetal position. Even in slumber, its aura pulsed strongly, as though dreaming between worlds. Its glow shimmered gently.

Beside it—within one of the unstable lights—Toji Fushiguro's body lay still, encased in a cocoon of pale white light tinged with a dense purple glow. But something was off.

Tora narrowed his eyes and stepped closer, his breath catching.

The thick purple liquid that was supposed to consume Toji's body… only reached his ankles. The rest of his body remained untouched, dry.

"Why… did it stop here?" Tora muttered, brows furrowed. He raised his hand, remembering the moment he first touched one of these white lights—the explosion of knowledge that had flooded his mind about the Cursed Generals: Seven Shikigami.

"Once they're consumed, they're supposed to submit completely…" he whispered, almost like a prayer.

But Toji's cocoon gave no response.

Anxiety crept in.

Tora stood in silence, thoughts spiraling. A face flashed in his mind—Grandma Ogami, the old woman who had resurrected Toji… only to be slaughtered by the very monster she unleashed. A fatal mistake. Arrogance that led to death.

"Am I going to end up like that idiot too…?" he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

His hand clenched into a fist.

No. He couldn't afford to be reckless.

Toji Fushiguro was no ordinary man—not someone who could be forced into submission by sheer will alone. He was a force of nature, a free will that once broke through Limitless and defeated Gojo Satoru. It wouldn't be that easy.

Tora stepped back slightly from the purple light.

"I won't call him anything… not until I'm sure," he said softly, but firmly. His eyes locked onto the cocoon with the care of someone handling a dragon's heart.

"…Not until I know... that Toji Fushiguro... has truly submitted to me."

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The twilight sky had deepened into darkness, mixing the last remnants of orange with the creeping indigo of night. Behind soundproof walls that held countless secrets, a hidden chamber lay within the Gojo Clan estate—silent, pristine, and steeped in invisible pressure.

In the center of this room, lit only by a hanging cylinder-shaped lamp, a well-dressed man in a sleek black suit and neatly pinned gray tie stepped forward. He bowed slightly before Gojo Satoru, then handed him a thick beige folder.

"These are the complete documents regarding the child," the man said calmly, though a trace of bitterness laced his tone.

Gojo stood with his back to a large window, its curtains half-drawn. He took the folder without even glancing at it. His fingers held it loosely, but his blue eyes remained razor sharp, staring straight ahead—as if piercing the walls themselves.

The man continued.

"It appears he was kidnapped along with his older brother... by someone from outside the Zenin clan. But what's even more tragic… is that members of the Zenin clan knew about it—and let it happen."

His voice dropped. "Tora's parents were exiled from the clan a long time ago."

Silence.

Only the ticking of a wall clock echoed in the still room.

Gojo didn't open the folder. Instead, he placed it on the desk and replied quietly, but firmly:

"Go on."

The man gave a small nod and continued.

"Based on the most recent intel… the one who abducted Tora was likely Grandma Ogami. She's currently being hunted by Jujutsu sorcerers. There's strong indication that Tora has been brainwashed—possibly for years."

The air in the room grew heavy.

Even the light seemed to dim slightly at the mention of that name: Grandma Ogami.

Gojo walked slowly toward a leather-cushioned chair in the corner. He sat down, leaned back, and took a deep breath. His left hand pushed up his sunglasses slightly, exposing his eyes to the ceiling above, empty and distant.

But the man wasn't finished.

"Ogami has abandoned her last known hideout. Her current whereabouts are still unknown."

He stepped closer to Gojo's side, his tone now graver.

"The last known crime she committed… was the massacre of a group of young girls at a villa years ago. No motive. No trace of rage. Just… slaughter."

There was no response.

Only the sound of a heartbeat in the silence.

Then slowly—without a word—Gojo Satoru opened his eyes.

And with that, the calm on his face disappeared.

He stood.

His footsteps echoed across the marble floor, steady and deliberate, leaving behind the chair… and the man who now stood in silence with his head bowed.

The folder on the table remained unopened.

Night had fully fallen.

And something long dormant… had begun to stir.

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Twilight had long passed.

The sky no longer glowed with orange, instead cloaked in a dull, purplish grey—like night arrived early, drawn in by silence and unseen pressure. Among the ruins and cold stones, a lone boy stood—Tora.

Once, he would have felt intimidated in the presence of that man, the strongest sorcerer alive.

But now, all that remained on his face was anger.

Tora frowned, his jaw clenched tight.

"Damn it… I knew he's always late. Why did I even waste time waiting here?"

Fuming, he began to walk away. His boots scraped against gravel and dust, echoing the frustration in his every step.

But before he could go far—

A familiar voice rang out from behind him, playful and annoyingly relaxed.

"Yo~ I told you not to leave this spot."

Tora froze. His whole body stiffened.

He spun around, eyes sharp and blazing.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?!"

A tall figure cloaked in a black coat stood there lazily, one hand resting under his chin as if deep in thought, a teasing smile never leaving his lips.

"Hmmm~ maybe... a few minutes?" Gojo Satoru answered, clearly amused.

Tora nearly exploded. He pointed furiously toward the horizon, now completely dark.

"Look! The sun's been gone for hours! I've been here for more than five hours, damn it!"

Inside, Tora whispered to himself:

'I'm not afraid to die… If I'm killed, I'll just switch into Rainbow Dragon. This is the perfect time to act like this. I'm still a kid—and that's my advantage.'

"Ah~ gomen, gomen~," Gojo said with a light chuckle. "Sorry, I got a little caught up. Anyway… where's the body?"

Tora snorted, though a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Cleaned up. You're welcome."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his smile still present, but his eyes sharpening.

"Ohoo~ I see. And… what about the weapon?"

Tora met his gaze, now brimming with confidence.

"Stored safely. Trust me."

Gojo stepped forward and patted Tora's head.

"Listen, kid… that weapon is dangerous. Take it out."

He pointed directly at Tora's shadow.

For a second, Tora's pupils shrank.

'No way… he knows I stored it in my shadow? Like Megumi's technique? Can the Six Eyes really see that deep…?'

Tora struggled to remain calm, but his heart was pounding. He replied, almost pleading:

"Please… let me keep it."

Then—quickly—he changed the subject.

"Oh, right. Someone else came here earlier. Wore clothes like yours. Asked a lot of questions… then left."

Gojo went silent. His smile faded.

"…Suguru," he murmured.

A few quiet seconds passed.

The wind blew, carrying the scent of metal and leftover cursed energy.

Finally, Gojo looked at Tora again—this time, his voice firm and serious.

"You can keep it… but you'll be under supervision."

Before Tora could speak, a strong hand gripped his shoulder.

"Come with me."

And in an instant, the world around them vanished—replaced by a blur of speed only a man named Gojo Satoru could command.