The mission had been a complete success. After all, every single objective had been accomplished. The so-called "peak" of the Jujutsu world, that brat Gojo? Dead. The ponytailed kid, clearly full of himself? Lying on the ground like trash. The Star Plasma Vessel? Dead. And the payment? Already in his bank account, with a generous bonus on top to sweeten the deal.
Everything had gone exactly as planned.
So why? Why, in the name of all the fucking shit in the Jujutsu world, was Toji seeing that little shit standing right in front of him? "Is this real?"
"Yo. Long time."
Satoru Gojo was there, standing, flashing a wide grin. The upper half of his uniform hung open, revealing a white shirt soaked in dried blood, and his white hair was stained a dark red on the left side—the exact spot where Toji had rammed his blade.
Somehow, Gojo had survived, most likely thanks to Reversed Cursed Energy. But what truly caught the bounty hunter's attention were the Six Eyes, which seemed to shine even brighter than when they fought. 'Something's changed,' Toji thought, his instincts screaming in alarm.
"Amanai Riko—did she suffer?" Gojo asked calmly.
Toji narrowed his eyes, yanking the Inverted Spear of Heaven from the cursed spirit's mouth on his shoulder. "You mean the girl? Put a bullet straight through her skull."
"A quick death, then." Gojo concluded, his grin never faltering. "Ah! Before anything else—" He gave an exaggerated bow. "I want to thank you. When you so kindly stabbed me, you gave me the push I needed to finally understand the core of cursed energy."
Toji ground his teeth, his grip tightening around the weapon's hilt so hard his knuckles turned white. "You're talking a lot for someone who was bleeding out on the ground just a few minutes ago, brat."
"Maybe so. It's just that… I've never felt more alive," Gojo said, grinning like a madman, tilting his head toward the sky and spreading his arms wide.
'I already killed you once.' Toji planted his feet firmly on the ground, muscles tensed, adjusting his grip on the Inverted Spear of Heaven. "This'll be some extra work…" Toji wasted no more time, lunging forward, the force of his movement shattering the ground into a cloud of debris.
The world around him blurred, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Gojo, thrusting the Spear straight toward the kid's heart. 'It's over—'
!
His eyes widened when, at the very last second, Gojo stepped to the side, making the blade pass just inches from his chest—close enough to tear a few strands of his clothing.
Toji didn't stop to question the failure. He twisted his body in a fluid motion, the Inverted Spear tracing an upward arc toward Gojo's neck. The strike was so fast no human eye could possibly follow.
But Gojo could. He leaned back with an almost supernatural precision, the blade whistling past his throat by mere millimeters.
'How the fuck did he get so fast!' Toji roared in his mind, frustration swelling in his chest. He unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes, the Spear carving deadly arcs, each blow faster than the last. But every single one met nothing but air. Gojo seemed to be reading his attacks in advance, dodging with insulting ease—his grin never leaving his face.
'Change of plans!' Toji stomped the ground hard, the impact shattering asphalt and sending chunks of debris flying. He spun his body, sweeping his leg to kick the fragments straight at Gojo. 'While you activate your Infinity and expect me to charge head-on again, I'll—'
Moving at high speed, Toji slipped past the debris, the Inverted Spear poised to pierce Gojo's flank. But when he reached the kid's blind spot, he froze.
Gojo wasn't there.
"My eyes are locked on you this time," a cold, razor-sharp voice said from right behind him.
Toji reacted purely on instinct, spinning around as he slashed with the Spear. But once again, he struck nothing but empty air.
'What the—'
"Black Flash"
BAM!!!
Before Toji could even process what had just happened, a brutal impact slammed into his right ribs, the force knocking him a few inches to the side. 'Ugh!' The pain followed right after, but it was something he could endure. What really pissed him off was the maniacal laughter that came next.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The adrenaline spike, mixed with the overwhelming euphoria of finally grasping Reversed Cursed Energy along with the release of a Black Flash, made Gojo feel omnipotent.
It was as if he had ripped off the chains that bound him and touched something divine. Beyond mortal comprehension. He felt like he had transcended. 'I want more! I want more! More! More!' He lunged at Toji with the Six Eyes glowing with a feral intensity. "Black Flash!"
BAM!
Gojo's fist smashed into Toji's chest before he could react, followed by an explosion of black energy that shook the air. The bounty hunter was sent flying backward, his feet shattering the ground as he dug his heels in to resist. 'This fucking brat thinks he can take me on in hand-to-hand combat?!'
More enraged at the mere thought of someone trying to fight him barehanded, Toji closed the distance with a roar, his right fist shooting forward like a missile straight at Gojo. He hadn't even thought it through, blinded by hatred, only remembering Infinity when it was already too late.
But, unexpectedly, the punch landed squarely on Gojo's face, a sharp crack echoing through the place. 'He deactivated Infinity!' Toji quickly realized, eyes widening at the audacity.
Gojo's head snapped violently to the side from the blow, a tooth flying along with a spray of blood. 'MORE! MORE! MORE! MORE!' But he didn't falter—he immediately started hammering Toji with nonstop attacks, the two colliding in a storm of blows, their movements so fast that only elite sorcerers could distinguish their silhouettes amid the blurs.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
The air cracked with every impact as blood sprayed. Toji's Inverted Spear carved slashes across Gojo's arms, chest, and ribs—flesh splitting open only to be sealed moments later by Reversed Cursed Technique. No matter how hard Toji tried, he couldn't drive the Spear into the sorcerer's body for good.
Gojo, on the other hand, hurt Toji far less, managing only a deep cut across the bounty hunter's forehead, blood streaming down and mixing with sweat and dust.
'How the fuck does he already have this much control over Reverse Cursed Technique?!' Toji thought furiously, dodging a flurry of Gojo's punches. 'But that won't be a problem—'
The hunter cut his thoughts short, ducking instinctively from a curse-infused punch aimed at his chin. The strike missed by mere centimeters, so close Toji felt the air ripple. 'Is he getting stronger, or am I getting slower?!' He clenched his teeth, realizing just how dangerous this fight was becoming.
Gojo Satoru wasn't just a prodigy—he was a monster in the making, turning every second of battle into a stepping stone for his evolution.
Every brutal strike from Toji, every cut from the Inverted Spear, seemed to be absorbed by Gojo as experience, making each following attack harder and harder to land. His blue eyes blazed with insatiable hunger, decoding the bounty hunter's movements and refining his technique with each exchange.
'He's using me to evolve!' Toji concluded, and as much as it hurt his pride to admit, he knew that if he didn't end this fight now, he'd be in serious trouble.
"YOU WERE A LOT BRAVER WHEN I WAS EXHAUSTED!" Satoru shouted, his voice dripping with provocation, blending with the chaos.
'I need to drive the Inverted Spear into him! That way, he won't be able to use any technique and I'll win—' Toji's thoughts were cut off when Satoru, in a burst of speed, landed a spinning kick wreathed in cursed energy right to his face.
The blow made the hunter's world spin for a second, just long enough for Satoru to charge forward with his fist raised, eyes glowing with pure madness.
BAM!
Toji's head snapped back, blood pooling in his mouth.' Strong—I'm stronger!' Regaining his balance, he dodged another punch and spat blood straight into Gojo's eyes. 'Now!'
Taking advantage of the momentary blindness, Toji swung the Inverted Spear, the sharp tip cutting the air toward the sorcerer's neck. 'I won!'
But the spear never struck him.
!!!!!!!!!!!
A chill shot down Toji's spine, freezing him to the core. He spun around quickly, sensing danger at his back. His eyes locked on Gojo, a few meters away, floating upside down, smiling like a demon. The sorcerer's right hand was pointed at him, shaped like a gun.
"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red "
The words had barely left Satoru's lips when a crimson sphere condensed at the tip of his index finger, pulsing like a miniature star. The air around it trembled, as if reality itself were being distorted.
Toji's eyes widened, instinct screaming danger. He tried to hurl himself to the side, but the movement was useless. Satoru unleashed Red, which shot through the air too fast to dodge.
'Shit!' Red struck Toji square in the chest, the overwhelming force flinging him like a ragdoll, his body spinning uncontrollably before crashing into a concrete wall that collapsed in a cloud of dust and debris.
For a moment, silence took over the place—then the hunter emerged from the rubble. "He's really a monster." Taking a few steps, Toji felt his legs give out and fell to his knees, the Inverted Spear driven into the ground to support him.
He was gasping, his chest burning as if it had been plunged into fire. Slowly, Toji lowered his gaze to his torso, assessing the damage.
His shirt, around the chest area, had simply evaporated—disintegrated by Red. The skin beneath was raw, a patch of scorched and torn flesh, with thick streams of blood dripping onto the floor and staining the concrete. 'Damn it!'
***
Floating in the air, Satoru opened his arms as if embracing the sky itself. The warmth of the sun bathed his skin, golden rays reflecting off his white hair. His Six Eyes, glowing with an intensity that seemed to rival the daylight, watched the endless blue of the sky blending with the orange-tinged clouds.
'I'm sorry, Amanai. I'm not angry about what just happened to you.'
All the emotion, adrenaline, and excitement from just a second ago had vanished, giving way to peace. In that moment, Satoru felt the world in a way he never had before — every particle of cursed energy, every vibration in the air, every heartbeat around him. It was as if he had become part of the universe itself.
'I don't feel remorse, hatred, or sadness.'
The wind blew gently, brushing against his face and making the torn fabric of his uniform flutter. All the problems, the worries, and responsibilities felt distant — insignificant.
'It's just that in this very moment—'
Satoru closed his eyes for a second, letting the sensation envelop him. It was like being submerged in an ocean, every ounce of cursed energy amplifying his perception, his strength, his very essence.
'—I feel like a god.'
Then, Satoru opened his eyes and straightened mid-air, a slow smile curving his lips as he spoke, his voice echoing around him, "Throughout Heaven and Earth, I Alone Am The Honored One."
Below, Toji forced himself to stand and pulled a chain from the mouth of the cursed spirit clinging to his shoulder. 'Should I run?... As if. And even if I tried, that thing wouldn't let me get far'. With a grunt, he connected the chain to the handle of the Inverted Spear. 'I'm ending this now.'
With a sharp motion, Toji spun the chain above his head, the spear whirling in a deadly arc. 'Now!' He hurled the weapon with lethal precision, the tip aimed straight at Satoru's head.
Satoru tilted his head slightly, the Six Eyes tracking every inch of the incoming strike with an almost omniscient clarity. 'This fight has already run its course.' He raised his right hand, the gesture calm as the spear closed in.
'The fusion of Blue's attraction and Red's repulsion. A convergence of forces that, when combined, generate an imaginary mass—' Satoru could feel both energies, spiraling like yin and yang, ready to be shaped into something that hadn't appeared in the world for ages.
The spear was mere inches from his face when Satoru moved his hand, pointing toward Toji. The air around his fingers began to warp, a sphere of purple energy forming—pulsing in a way that seemed to devour the very light around it.
"Hollow Purple"
....
....
....
....
'So… this is the pinnacle of the Jujutsu world?'
Toji let the chain slip from his hand, the metal clinking as it hit the ground. Slowly, he brought his right hand to his left flank, where the entire region had simply vanished. His fingers closed around the hole, grasping only the blood that gushed out in heavy, hot, and slippery streams.
'Ever since I was born, my family despised me for having no cursed energy. I just wanted to prove to those bastards that I existed. And in the end, I didn't value myself… or anyone else.'
Feeling his strength leaving him, Toji lifted his eyes one last time. Before him, Gojo Satoru descended from the sky like an untouchable entity, the Inverted Spear of Heaven in one hand, the other casually tucked into his pocket.
'I didn't want to form bonds… so that my son wouldn't end up like me.'
Toji's vision began to darken when he heard Satoru's voice.
"You were the strongest opponent I've faced so far. So if you have one last request, I'll grant it."
'A last request, huh?' Toji opened his mouth, ready to say there was nothing—but then the image of his son flashed through his mind like lightning. For a moment, he hesitated. 'Maybe… he can choose his own path.'
With effort, he raised his voice one final time. "In two or three years, my brat's gonna be sold to the Zen'in Clan. Do whatever you think is right." His words hung in the air—and then, the darkness swallowed Toji whole.
And so, on that late afternoon, the man who challenged the Jujutsu world died by the hands of the man who shattered the balance of the Jujutsu world.
***
"Seriously? Even a guy like you had a kid?" Satoru muttered to himself, averting his gaze from Toji's body to the Inverted Spear in his hand. "So, what do I do with you, huh?"
"Mommy... mommy..."
A distorted voice cut through his thoughts. Satoru looked down and saw the curse spirit, larva-like in appearance, crawling across the floor, leaving a grotesque trail behind.
"Disgusting," Satoru grumbled, pointing his hand at the creature. With a swift motion, the spirit was crushed to the ground and exorcised in an instant.
He turned his attention back to the Inverted Spear, spinning it between his fingers before tucking it at his waist. "This can wait."
'Now, let's take you somewhere better, Riko.' Sparing one last glance at the man who died standing, Satoru began walking toward the building, where, thanks to the Six Eyes, he could see a large gathering of people in the basement. 'What are they doing?'
"Time Vessel Association..." Satoru murmured, climbing the stairs of a lavish building, its marble walls and golden details screaming wealth.
Satoru pushed open the double doors with a firm gesture, not sparing a single glance at the opulent lobby around him, his footsteps echoing across the polished marble as he headed straight for the staircase descending to the basement.
He descended the steps, each one seeming to echo in his mind. When he reached the bottom, Satoru followed the corridor to two large, dark wooden doors.
Opening them, he stepped into a vast room. Thousands of people filled the space, a human mass rippling like a restless sea. The sound of applause was deafening, a rhythmic thunder reverberating off the walls.
Some people wept, tears streaming down ecstatic faces, while others laughed, eyes shining with devotion. At the front of the room, elevated on a platform, lay a body wrapped in a white shroud, like an offering.
'How... dare they?'
The crowd seemed unaware of his presence, absorbed in their frenzy, applause echoing loudly all around.
In the blink of an eye, Satoru crossed the crowd and took Riko in his arms. 'We met with you in my arms, and now everything ends with me carrying you in my arms.'
***
Gojo Satoru had always been alone. Separated from his parents in childhood, taken into the austere halls of the Gojo Clan, he was raised not as a child, but as a weapon — the future leader, bearer of the Six Eyes and the Limitless Technique. The world revered him, feared him, adored him, but never understood him.
And he, in turn, was never truly able to connect. People were like ants — fragile and predictable, their lives and ambitions so small, so... insignificant. To Satoru, the world was an anthill, and he, a force beyond nature, incapable of lowering himself to their level.
That disconnection was like a barrier, as real as the Mugen itself. He smiled, cracked jokes, and teased with an arrogance that masked the emptiness. His playful, almost childish personality was a façade, a way to fill the chasm between him and everyone else.
That's not to say Satoru didn't enjoy teasing, laughing, or talking with others at Jujutsu High, or that he didn't care about them. But deep down, he knew: no matter how hard he tried, the ants would never understand the sky. And he, no matter how much he wished, could never descend to their level.
Still, there was one exception. One person who managed to break through that barrier and touch Satoru's heart: Suguru Geto.
Suguru was different. He wasn't just another student at Jujutsu High, nor merely a talented sorcerer. He was an equal—someone who walked alongside Satoru, not behind him. Suguru wasn't intimidated by the Six Eyes, didn't bow to the Limitless Technique, and refused to be overshadowed.
Their connection wasn't born merely from friendship or mutual respect, but from something deeper: a shared understanding. He and Suguru were teenagers carrying the weight of absurd powers, crushing responsibilities, and expectations that few could comprehend. They were the front line of the sorcerer world, facing curses and dangers that tested not just their skills, but their souls. And they did it together. As friends and brothers.
But then came Riko Amanai, a girl who, without meaning to, cracked the impenetrable wall around Satoru's heart.
Riko challenged Satoru's expectations. She wasn't a resigned victim, nor the untouchable sacred figure the Jujutsu higher-ups made her out to be. She was a vibrant, stubborn teenager—full of life and with a sense of humor that could rival his own. There was an energy in her, a flame that refused to be extinguished, even under the weight of a fate she hadn't chosen.
As Satoru and Suguru escorted her, Riko refused to be just someone to protect. She laughed, teased, and insisted on stopping for sweets or going to aquariums. Gradually, Satoru wanted to stretch out those moments. Because if she wasn't going to ask to be saved and would accept her fate, then he wanted those to be the best days of her life. He genuinely had fun in those moments.
And now, still feeling numb and with Riko in his arms, Satoru felt the gap between him and everyone else grow even wider as the crack in his heart began to close.
'I thought I was strong enough to protect anyone... but in the end, I couldn't even save a girl who kept laughing even though she knew she was going to die.'
*******
[On August 10, 2006, Grade 1 sorcerers Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto were assigned the mission of escorting the Star Plasma Vessel, Riko Amanai, to Master Tengen.]
***
Holding Riko's lifeless body against his chest, Satoru moved forward with slow, heavy steps toward the exit. The crowd around him remained caught in a frenzy of applause, parting as he passed.
With his head down and the Six Eyes fixed on Riko, the clapping around him echoed in his mind — a sound that seemed to suffocate the world around him.
!
Sensing a familiar cursed energy approaching, Satoru raised his head just in time to see Suguru Geto walk through the door.
Suguru's eyes widened at the scene before him: the crowd, the deafening applause, and at the center of it all, his friend — whom he believed to be dead — standing with Riko in his arms.
The shock made him freeze for a second. "Satoru—"
The words died in his throat as their eyes met. He had seen the Six Eyes many times before. But now... now it was different. They shone with an intensity he had never seen, as if radiating pure power. "Satoru...? Is that really you?"
***
[After three days of multiple assassination attempts carried out by curse users and non-sorcerers, the two jujutsu sorcerers, accompanied by the Star Plasma Vessel and a maid, safely crossed the barrier of Jujutsu High at 4:00 p.m. on August 13.]
***
"I'm glad you're okay, Suguru. You found Shoko, right?" Satoru's voice cut through the heavy air, tinged with a false lightness that never reached his eyes.
"...Yeah, she healed me. I'm fine now—" Suguru stopped as his gaze fell on Riko's lifeless body in Satoru's arms. For a moment, he remembered her tearful face, pleading to live. "No... it doesn't matter if I'm fine."
In the background, the sound of clapping persisted, a cruel echo reverberating through the hallway walls.
"Don't blame yourself, Suguru. It was my fault." Satoru lowered his gaze to Riko, his fingers tightening slightly around her. "I failed to stop that man."
"....No. I failed too," Suguru replied, his voice so soft that Satoru barely heard it.
The applause grew louder, closer — a chorus of indifference that seemed to mock them.
***
[At that moment, the group was intercepted by the Sorcerer Killer, Toji Fushiguro.]
***
"Let's go back, Satoru," Suguru said, his voice weighed down by exhaustion. He could feel the eyes of the crowd like needles on his skin, the sound of clapping reverberating in his ears. Every second there dragged him deeper into a pit of guilt and despair.
"You go ahead. I want to find out who was behind this," Satoru replied, his voice filled with determination, in stark contrast to the gentleness with which he passed Riko's body to Suguru.
Suguru hesitated, his arms trembling as he received Riko's dead weight. His fingers slowly closed around her. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat threatening to choke him. "Leave that to the higher-ups, Satoru. It won't make a difference anyway," he murmured, his words soaked in bitter resignation.
"No, go ahead, Suguru. Take her to the morgue." Satoru insisted, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I want to bury her somewhere beautiful."
Suguru stood still for a moment, the weight of Riko in his arms feeling heavier than the world itself.
***
[After defeating Gojo Satoru, the Sorcerer Killer managed to infiltrate the Tombs of the Star Corridor and kill the Star Plasma Vessel with a shot to the head, before facing and defeating the sorcerer Suguru Geto. Attached is how Toji Fushiguro entered with several Cursed Tools through the barrier]
***
"Alright... I'll take her," Suguru murmured, turning slowly, Riko's body cradled in his arms, her head resting against his chest. His steps were heavy, dragging along the cold floor, each movement weighed down by a weariness that went beyond the physical.
As Suguru walked away, Satoru closed his eyes. 'Well, I don't want you to see what I'm about to do here.' He remained silent, listening to the sound of clapping from the crowd that filled the air.
Satoru took a deep breath, tracking Suguru's cursed energy as it faded, growing weaker until it became just a distant echo. 'That should be enough.'
Reaching for his waist, Satoru drew the Inverted Spear. 'Why am I doing this? I don't know. I feel nothing in this state I'm in. Maybe that's why I want them to feel what she felt.'
Turning to the crowd, Satoru opened his eyes. 'I know this won't change anything. You're just believers, blinded by faith, puppets of a cult that understands nothing. But if you celebrate the death of a child in the name of faith, then I hope you're ready to die for that same faith.'
BAM!
In an instant, Satoru became a blur of death, a storm of violence that consumed the hall in a whirlwind of blood and chaos. The Six Eyes gleamed, darting from target to target with a speed no non-sorcerer could ever follow.
SHIIINK! SLASH! SHIIINK! SPLASH!
Each victim was chosen in a fraction of a second before the Inverted Spear of Heaven sealed their fate. The weapon sliced through the air with surgical precision, turning the hall into a slaughterhouse. Desperate screams echoed, only to be drowned out by the wet sounds of flesh being torn and bones shattering.
"NOOOO!"
"HELP MEEEEE!"
"MERCYYYY!"
Limbs flew, falling into grotesque piles on the floor. Heads rolled, eyes wide with pure terror as they bounced across the blood-soaked ground.
Blood spurted in fountains, painting the walls in crimson arcs, streaming down in rivulets that gathered into a growing red sea. Bodies were cleaved in half, torsos split open like fruit, entrails spilling out in steaming mounds that mixed with the swelling puddles. Fingers, arms, legs — scraps of human flesh floated in the viscous liquid, some still twitching in spasms.
Satoru moved like a specter, untouched by blood thanks to the Mugen. The Six Eyes tracked every motion, every breath, every heartbeat in the crowd. In that moment, he was a force of nature — a god of destruction who didn't hesitate to kill them all.
A man tried to run, but before he could take a step, the spear pierced his skull, exploding it in a rain of blood and brain matter. A woman raised her hands in plea, but her head was severed in the blink of an eye, hitting the floor with a wet thud. Another believer, blind in his faith, kept clapping until his torso was cleaved diagonally, exposed lungs gurgling as he collapsed.
The crowd, once a chorus of applause, was now a heap of mutilated corpses.
When the last body fell, silence swallowed the hall. The only sound was the dripping of blood trickling down the walls and hitting the floor. Satoru stood at the center of the massacre, the Inverted Spear dripping red in his hand. "Yes... that felt fair."
***
[Toji Fushiguro then took the body of the Star Plasma Vessel to the House of the Children of the Star, where he handed her over to the group before receiving his payment. After that, for some unknown reason, the Sorcerer Killer turned against his contractors and slaughtered 979 non-sorcerers in the underground.]