Jujutsu kaisen: King of Seven Shikigami

The midday sky stretched wide and cloudless above the silent training field of Jujutsu Tech. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding trees, while sunlight shimmered across the slightly damp grass, casting a soft glow that starkly contrasted with the mounting tension in the air.

Gojo Satoru stood casually, his sunglasses concealing his unreadable eyes, the edges of his white coat fluttering with the wind. One hand was in his pocket, while the other waved forward in a light motion, as if giving permission.

"Come on. Step forward," he said flatly, lips curling into that trademark grin—mischievous and brimming with confidence.

"Attack me from anywhere you like."

Several meters ahead, Tora stood motionless. Head lowered. His shadow stretched long beneath the afternoon sun.

Slowly, Tora's hand moved—tracing along his own shadow—until his fingers touched something hidden within the darkness. With one swift motion, a simple katana emerged from within the shadow. Toji Fushiguro's katana.

The blade gleamed black under the light—cold, dull, and without cursed energy. But to them both, it wasn't just steel.

'This katana... the one that once pierced Gojo Satoru,' Tora thought, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. 'I wonder if he realizes… heh.'

Tora lifted his head slightly, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

No cursed energy… just a regular sword, he whispered inwardly. But the meaning… runs deep.

Gojo's gaze fell on the katana. But there was no shock. No defensive stance. Only… boredom.

"Why not just bring out the Inverted Spear of Heaven instead?" he asked lightly, like suggesting a lunch option.

Tora froze, shoulders tensing.

"You… want the whole world to hunt me down!?" he shouted in disbelief.

"If people found out a kid had that weapon, I'd be chased to death! The fewer who know, the safer it is. If I count… maybe only the three of us know."

Gojo chuckled, his expression annoyingly smug.

"Three? Heh, hardly. Lots of people know," he said, casually curling his fingers one by one.

"Shoko. Kento Nanami. Yu Haibara. And… Suguru Geto."

"…W-What… Suguru Geto!?" Tora gasped, his voice cracking between panic and shock.

His expression shifted instantly. Eyes wide. Heart pounding loud inside his skull.

No…! Of all people I didn't want to know about the Inverted Spear of Heaven… it's Suguru Geto… or more accurately… Kenjaku.

Tora's entire body tensed. His breath quickened. Jaw clenched tight. Fury ignited.

With a burst of raw power, he lunged forward, his body shooting like a bullet—katana clutched tightly in his grip.

"DAMN YOU!!!"

The air screamed as Tora hurled himself toward Gojo Satoru. Rage and fear fused into one explosive strike—this was more than training, more than a test.

And Gojo...

Still smiling.

Still calm.

Still Gojo.

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The blazing sun scorched the Jujutsu field, but the air felt frozen as Tora attacked.

He swung Toji Fushiguro's katana with all his strength. But the slash wasn't just physical—it carried an explosion of emotion: burning rage, repressed fear, and the recklessness of forgetting what the name "Gojo Satoru" truly meant.

But—

Clang.

The katana stopped. Just inches from Gojo.

There was no clash. No impact. No vibration. It simply… halted. As if time itself had caught the blade mid-air.

Gojo stood tall, his pale blue sunglasses hiding his eyes. In a calm voice, he said:

"Did you know? Your movement didn't actually stop… it just slowed down. What do you think?"

Tora clicked his tongue, irritation clear on his face.

"Don't be cocky. Someone who puts too much faith in their strength… could end up sliced in two."

His tone shifted—like a child complaining after being outsmarted.

"C'mon… it's not fun if you use Limitless against a kid. Quit using it already!"

Gojo smirked—light, but still sharp.

"On the battlefield… there's no such thing as unfair. Keep attacking."

Tora gritted his teeth. He stepped back quickly—two strides—and then vanished for a split second.

He reappeared behind Gojo, blade cleaving the air in a vertical slash, straight downward.

The katana aimed directly for Gojo's back—intent on breaking through the untouchable.

But—

Zrrttt—

It was as if space and time themselves rejected the strike. The katana halted again before it could make contact. The effect of Infinity. Before Limitless, even a blade swung with all a person's will… was meaningless.

Tora clenched his jaw, sweat dripping from his brow.

Gojo glanced over his shoulder, smile unwavering.

"I told you… keep attacking."

The field remained silent. But the tension—tight as a string stretched to the point of snapping—hung thick in the air.

Tora lunged forward with everything he had, his katana slicing down toward Gojo Satoru. The strike was fast and powerful—full of effort, full of desperate hope to land even a single hit on the strongest sorcerer alive.

But Gojo simply smiled, a calm grin that showed how little threat he saw.

"Well… I appreciate the effort," he said softly, like praising a stubborn child.

In an instant, he tilted his body ever so slightly, dodging the blade effortlessly, as though even the wind couldn't touch him. Then—lightning fast—he grabbed Tora's wrist with unmatched precision.

Before Tora could react, Gojo's middle finger flicked upward—

"Domm."

A single flick landed squarely on Tora's forehead. The sound cracked sharp, and the impact hit like thunder.

Tora's body flew backward, landing with a thud on the ground. Shock spread across his face, eyes wide—not just from the pain, but from awe. His breath came in short gasps, his hand trembled slightly—not from fear, but from disbelief at their overwhelming difference.

Slowly, he raised his right hand.

"…I surrender," he said with a weak smile.

Gojo chuckled softly, standing relaxed with both hands back in his pockets, as if what had just happened wasn't a duel—but a small lesson from a teacher to his student.

Tora wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his lips. Though his body was exhausted and his breathing still uneven after being flicked away by Gojo, he smiled. A small smile—calm, confident, almost mocking.

"Actually... there are many ways to defeat you," he said, his voice flat but full of meaning.

Gojo raised an eyebrow behind his sunglasses. His smile widened, like a teacher hearing his student claim they could beat the test he personally designed. Lighthearted, teasing—but also curious.

"Heh~?" he murmured, stepping a little closer, one hand sliding back into his pocket.

"And how exactly are you going to defeat me?"

He grinned, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"By falling over from a single flick? Haha."

Gojo's quiet laughter echoed softly, but there was no arrogance in it—only genuine curiosity and the confidence forged through countless battles.

Still, Tora's gaze didn't waver. Calm. Sharp. That smile never left his face.

"More than five ways to beat you," he answered faintly.

Gojo paused for a moment, his smile still lingering... but his eyes began to shift—deeper now, slightly more serious.

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