Madara Uchiha In Jujutsu Kaisen

Geto turned around, locking eyes with the one who had called his name. "Mahito... take a look. You theorized that the soul precedes the body, but in reality, the body is the soul and the soul is the body. Otherwise, the phenomenon of the body's memories persisting in my mind even after changing hosts cannot be explained."

Mahito regarded Geto, his tone playful and relaxed. "Must it be the same for everyone? Considering our jujutsu techniques, you and I practically live in different worlds."

Geto took control of his right hand with his left, expressing his thoughts to Mahito. "So, techniques dictate our worlds, huh? I find it rather poetic."

"Hey! Let's get this over with. This is uncomfortable, and I'm not enjoying the sight of you two either," Gojo interjected, his words tinged with a hint of cheesiness.

"I must admit, I am rather enjoying the view myself. But I suppose you're right. We can't risk anything happening," Geto concurred, aligning with Gojo's statement.

"Prison Realm... closed," Geto announced, enchanting the prison realm to fully encapsulate and devour Satoru Gojo.

With swift reflexes, Geto caught the prison realm as it closed, suspending it momentarily in the air.

"We can't use that anymore, right?" Mahito inquired.

"Yeah, only one occupant at a time. Unless the person trapped inside takes their own life, it remains unusable," Geto confirmed with a hint of boredom. "Well, anyways..."

"Satoru Gojo... Seals complete!" the words reverberated, as like marking the end of an era.

….

Underground shibuya station:-

Beneath the sprawling expanse of Shibuya Station, Yuji, Mei Mei, and Ui Ui navigated the labyrinthine underground train tracks, their destination shrouded in mystery.

"What the?!" the loud screamed can be heard from the trained tracks.

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed through the tunnels, causing Mei Mei and Ui Ui to whirl around, their eyes widening in concern at Yuji's distress.

"What's wrong?" Ui Ui inquired, his voice laced with worry.

Yuji frantically scanned their surroundings, his voice trembling as he explained, "There's... something on my ear."

A mysterious device materialized on Yuji's ear, catching everyone's attention. Before the device could utter a word of caution, Yuji instinctively lashed out, cracking it with his hand, his fear and uncertainty driving his actions.

But amidst the chaos, a voice emanated from the damaged device, desperately pleading, "Wait, wait, wait! I'm on your side! This is Mechamaru from Kyoto High! There isn't much time. I'm only going to say this once..."

Tension hung heavy in the air as the fragmented voice continued, "Satoru Gojo... has been sealed."

….

Having successfully ensnared Satoru Gojo within the prison realm, Geto found himself in the company of Jogo and Choso, who had just regained consciousness after being affected by Gojo's domain. Sensing an opportunity to discuss their next course of action, Geto began to speak, "looks like you are all awake. Now, about what happens next-" but his words were abruptly cut short as the prison realm reacted violently, trembling with an unsettling energy.

"What's happening?" Jogo questioned, his eyes narrowing in concern.

Geto attempted to steady the prison realm, his hand straining under its weight. With a swift movement, he managed to release his grip just in time, narrowly avoiding being crushed as the prison realm plummeted to the ground with a resounding impact. The sudden turn of events left everyone present in a state of shock, their gazes fixed upon the fallen prison realm and the immense crater it had created.

Frustration etched across his face, Geto muttered in annoyance, "Tch! This guy..."

Mahito, intrigued by the situation, directed his attention towards Gojo, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "So, what's the deal with this?" he inquired, pointing towards the fallen prison realm.

Geto took a deep breath, preparing to explain the situation. "The seal is complete. However, the prison realm requires time to process Satoru Gojo. We won't be able to move it for a while," he clarified, his tone filled with a mix of determination and impatience. Little did they know that their conversation had not gone unnoticed.

Unbeknownst to them, an unwanted presence had overheard their discussion, a device silently relaying the information to an external party. Sensing the intrusion, Mahito swiftly extended his hand, obliterating the eavesdropping device with a single fluid motion. However, it was too late—the information had already been transmitted.

"Tch! They've got us," Geto grumbled, his irritation and anger evident as he glared at the remains of the destroyed device.

As the realization sank in, a voice rang out, declaring the impending arrival of reinforcements. "Hmph! Looks like the jig is up. The Jujutsu Sorcerers will increase in number and head this way soon," someone remarked, their tone laced with a mixture of annoyance and resignation.

Just as those words hung in the air, the ground beneath them began to tremble. It wasn't a mere earthquake, but a disturbance that engulfed the entire Shinjuku area, shaking the very foundation of their surroundings.

"What's happening?" Mahito questioned, his eyes looking around as the ground continued to tremble.

….

"What is happening? Is it a earthquake."

"I don't know but I think it's not just in this area."

"What do you mean?"

"Take a look at someone streaming online their location siatuation is the same."

While the normal people just making assumptions, something completely different was happening in shibuya station.

….

"What's happening?" Mahito questioned, his eyes looking around as the ground continued to tremble.

"I don't know, maybe it's an earthquake or something," Geto responded, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

As if in response to his words, the ground beneath them intensified its trembling, but this time the disturbance was localized to a small area not too far from where Geto and the prison realm stood. Fissures snaked across the ground, and to their astonishment, a wooden coffin emerged from the depths.

"Hey, look over there! Something's coming out of the ground... It looks like a wooden coffin," Mahito exclaimed, pointing towards the enigmatic object.

Jogo turned his gaze towards Geto, suspicion glimmering in his eyes. "Did you bring this, Geto?" he questioned, seeking answers from the enigmatic figure.

Geto shook his head, his voice firm and resolute. "No, why would I?" he replied, his words carrying a hint of bewilderment.

As they pondered the origins of the peculiar coffin, cracks began to spiderweb across its wooden exterior. The tension in the air grew palpable, and with a resounding crack, the front of the coffin shattered, propelled by an unseen force and the sheer strength it contained. Geto and the others instinctively tensed, their guard raised, but to their surprise, no cursed energy emanated from within the coffin.

As the dust stirred by the coffin's emergence settled, a voice resonated through the air, brimming with unwavering confidence. It was a voice that exuded power and authority, capturing the attention of all who heard it.

"So, it finally happened... It appears that the little brat Nagato has managed to grow," declared the figure who had emerged from the confines of the wooden coffin.

Jogo couldn't help but voice his curiosity, directing his question to no one in particular. "Now, who the hell is he?" he queried, his words hanging in the air, eager to unravel the mystery that had just materialized before them.

"I don't know either. I've never encountered this type of summoning before," Geto admitted, his memory failing to recall anything resembling the situation at hand.

Mahito, his guard seemingly relaxed, couldn't resist injecting a bit of humor into the tense atmosphere. "Hey, hey, hey! Doesn't he look like a samurai with that armor?" he jestingly remarked, his tone light-hearted as he sensed no cursed energy emanating from the enigmatic figure.

Jogo, however, remained inquisitive, his gaze fixed on the cracks that marred the man's face and armor. "What are those cracks? Is he some kind of puppet or something?" Jogo questioned, his confusion palpable as he struggled to make sense of the peculiar sight before him.

The atmosphere shifted abruptly as the man in the red samurai armor spoke, his voice deep and chilling, sending shivers down their spines. "What did you just say? Cracks?" he retorted, his tone laced with a cold edge.

In response to the mention of cracks, the man glanced down at his hands and the armor adorning his body, confirming their presence. However, he quickly realized that something was amiss. In the technique of rinne-rebirth, such imperfections shouldn't exist. Instead, he found himself clad in an armor, a telltale sign that he had been subjected to a different technique altogether.

"It seems this isn't rinne-rebirth but a reanimation jutsu," he concluded, his voice filled with a mix of realization and frustration. Reanimation jutsu, infamous for bringing the deceased back to life with an immortal body and infinite chakra, was a far cry from what he had expected.

"This wasn't part of the plan. What the hell is that brat doing, resurrecting me in this form?" the man pondered aloud, his thoughts racing. He couldn't shake the feeling that the young Nagato had ulterior motives, orchestrating events with a purpose of his own. Clearly, things were not unfolding as intended. However, before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, he was interrupted.

"Hey, you... What is your name, and where is this place?" he demanded, his piercing gaze fixed upon the individuals before him. As his eyes swept across the group, he couldn't help but notice that they comprised not only humans but also beings reminiscent of animals or otherworldly creatures. The mystery deepened, and his desire for answers intensified as he awaited their response.

Geto, recognizing the need for some form of introduction, took a few steps forward and addressed the man in the red armor with a hint of reproach in his voice. "Wow, you certainly lack manners, don't you? It's common courtesy to introduce yourself before asking others for their names," he remarked, emphasizing the importance of social etiquette.

The man in the red armor appeared genuinely perplexed by Geto's response. "Hmm... You don't know me?" he questioned, his confusion evident.

"Well, it seems that time can be a cruel thing, causing even people to forget or remain unaware of who I am. Allow me to enlighten you."

"I am... Uchiha Madara," he declared, his words resonating with an air of cold authority. The name carried weight, evoking a sense of awe and acknowledgement in those who were familiar with the legendary figure. But sadly there was none here or in this world who were familiar with the mentioned figure here.