Flying across the cracked asphalt, Denji coughed violently.
Blood spattered from his mouth with every heave, his body wracked with pain. His chest burned—old injuries, combined with the sheer force of Haruto's demonic strength, were taking their toll.
'… can't… move…'
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"Worf! Worf! Worf!"
From the shadows, Pochita rushed forward, barking frantically, tiny chainsaw whirring on his head. His eyes glimmered with alarm as he stared at the monstrous figure advancing with predatory slowness.
"Go, Pochita, run!" Denji's voice was hoarse, dripping with blood, barely audible.
He knew he could no longer carry himself, let alone protect his partner. But he couldn't let Pochita die with him.
"Hahaha… run? WHERE!," Haruto's guttural voice echoed through the alley. "Both of you…are mine for the taking!"
He licked his bloodstained lips, greed and madness radiating from his bull-like face.
Damn it.
Denji clamped his hand over his mouth, trying to stop the flow of blood, anger and helplessness mixing into a sour, iron taste in his throat.
If only someone could save us…
As he prayed, to be saved, to survive — And sure enough, a voice rang in the chaos.
"Hey! Isn't that Oga Haruto? How did you… become a minotaur?!"
Denji's head turned around.
A figure perched casually on a streetlamp above them, eyes sharp, hair gleaming white in the dim light.
Gojo Saturo.
Haruto snarled, turning his massive bull-like head toward the voice, nostrils flaring.
"You…!"
Gojo pressed a hand to his chest, smirking, phone already in hand.
Click, click, click.
The flash of the camera illuminated the alley repeatedly, Haruto's monstrous form frozen in every shot. Gojo laughed softly, amused by the absurdity.
"Haha, a minotaur… never thought I'd see the day," he said, casually leaning on the streetlamp. "One of my old students. Pure battle spirit… gone feral now. Feels heavy, doesn't it?"
Haruto instinctively touched the twisted horns atop his head. Heavy…? A slight pang of discomfort traveled through him.
"Don't touch it—that's your buff bonus," Gojo quipped, snapping more photos. "I'll send these to the team later… let them see the real-life minotaur."
Haruto's confusion boiled over into rage.
Red eyes blazed as he slammed a fist into the floor, sending shards flying.
Gojo, nonchalant as ever, jumped down from the streetlamp, landing gracefully, still photographing Haruto.
"DIEEE!" Haruto bellowed, charging forward, hooves pounding like war drums.
Denji, still coughing blood, struggled to push himself upright. "Run!" he reminded Pochita and himself, eyes darting to the approaching juggernaut.
The alley shook with Haruto's fury.
Every step left craters, every swing a threat to tear Denji—or Pochita—limb from limb.
"Spare me… I'm still have not completed my dream!" Denji groaned, staggering, gripping his axe. His vision blurred from the blood loss.
Gojo, crouched slightly, continued to type rapidly on his phone, muttering.
BANG!
A shockwave exploded from Haruto's stomp, sending dust and debris into the air, shrouding the alley in a choking cloud.
When it cleared, Gojo sat perched casually atop Haruto's massive back, who was all of sudden on all-four, mobile in hand, expression bored,
Haruto tried to rise, knees buckling, massive hands clawing at the concrete. "You… Exorcist…!" His voice was a low, guttural snarl, full of rage. "Even if you are an Exorcist, disturbing me… you will die today!"
BANG!
A sudden explosion of energy obliterated his legs. Blood geysered from his knees, staining the cracked alley floor crimson.
"AHHHHHH"
Haruto screamed, a sound that shook the nearby walls.
Gojo's eyes flicked to him lazily. "Not feeling well? Forget it. I don't really want to play with you either."
Without warning, Gojo's fist shot forward, fist encased in invisible energy.
POOF!
The impact drove into Haruto's massive chest. His roar twisted into a scream of pain as ripples spread across his brown, demonic flesh.
Blood exploded like a crimson fountain, coating the walls and pavement. Haruto staggered, completely overwhelmed, his body trembling violently, as his blood continue to flow outside.
Gojo whistled softly, standing up, completely unscathed, wiping a speck of dust from his shoulder.
"Lets pack it up," he muttered.
Denji, slowly regaining some strength, staggered to his feet, gripping Pochita tightly.
"Please… wait… this one's mine," he said, breath ragged.
Gojo's attention immediately shifted. His eyes widened as he saw Pochita.
"Wow… a chainsaw on the head? That's… actually awesome." He paused, exaggerating the tone. "I was surprised the first time I saw this little guy. Truly terrifying."
Denji chuckled weakly, blood dripping from his mouth. "Ahem… let's not talk about it, sir! Please… take my testicles and kidneys!"
Gojo blinked. "...Wait, what?"
Denji's voice was earnest, completely serious. "I thought… if someone came to save me, I'd give everything. My only kidney and… testicles are the only thing left to give."
Gojo stared at him, slowly realizing something: this kid wasn't bluffing.
This kid… is completely insane.
He glanced at Pochita, still growling and alert. Denji's plea was not bravado—it was the desperate logic of someone used to life-or-death danger every day.
Then—
ROAR!
Haruto roared, blood dripping from his mouth, eyes locked on Denji and Pochita again. His horns gleamed like deadly blades, tail lashing violently.
Gojo sighed softly, tucking the phone away. "Well then… time to end this."
BANG!
Haruto's massive arms swung, cleaving the alley floor, sending chunks of concrete flying. Denji barely dodged, rolling behind a dumpster, while coughing blood into his hand, while tightly holding Pochita.
Pochita still in his hold, whirring, barking.
"Alright… let's see if you can even touch me," Gojo murmured, fists clenching.
He vanished in an instant, leaving a shimmering afterimage.
Haruto swung again—but his massive fist met nothing but air.
POOF!
Gojo appeared atop Haruto's back once more, fists raining down. Each punch sent shocks through Haruto's massive frame, blood exploding in crimson geysers with every impact.
"AHHHH! THIS ISN'T FAIR!" Haruto bellowed, rage and pain coiling inside him like a storm.
Gojo smirked. "Fairness? Not really my concern."
Denji, weak but determined, glanced up. "Please… just make it stop…!"
Gojo spared him a glance, expression softening ever so slightly. "Hang on, kid. You're not dinner today."
Haruto's cries echoed into the night as Gojo's fists continued their relentless assault.
The alley was a massacre—concrete shattered, blood everywhere, the stench of iron thick in the air.
By the time the dust settled—
Haruto was collapsed, utterly defeated, barely conscious. Gojo stepped off, brushing dust from his hands, completely unscathed, mobile tucked into his pocket.
Pochita barked once, while staying Denji's side. Denji slumped against him, bleeding but alive, utterly exhausted.
Gojo bent down slightly. "Next time… maybe don't get eaten by a minotaur, huh?"
Denji croaked a weak laugh, clutching Pochita. "Yeah… next time… maybe."
The alley was silent, save for the ragged breathing of the survivor and the whir of Pochita's chainsaw. Haruto's monstrous form twitched weakly in defeat, blood still dripping from his twisted horns.
And above it all, Gojo stood, calm, collected… and entirely bored.
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