Even though there were discussions about the fate of the world, it was a relatively peaceful era when compared to schemers like Kenjaku and Uraume and the existence of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers.
There simply hasn't been a need for sorcerers to become unrivaled. Like every previous era, the sorcerers would come and go, with only a few being known for their deeds throughout history.
Satoru Gojo is one such person. Even though he didn't become the strongest, he still solidified himself among those who could flip the entire world on its head. No matter what would happen while he was alive, the balance of the world shifted with his birth.
It was only a matter of time before he becomes the strongest.
That is what everyone thought when they saw the Gojo clan member as a child. Born with the Six Eyes and the [Limitless], he was gifted with arguably the strongest technique in existence.
He was isolated for his gifts and became the monster that nobody else could be…at least that was what he originally believed before he found someone who could catch up to him and surpass all of the talk about him being alone for the rest of his life.
Now, he held but a fraction of the strength he carried when he stood among other monsters.
After Utahime died and some of his students passed, there was no real reason for him to extend his life. He wasn't afraid of death, but the thought of it pissed him off. Satoru Gojo's era passed, so what motivation did he have left?
Walking through the courtyard of the hospital, Gojo sighed with his hands in his pockets. 'I suppose I just hate the thought of dyin connected to tubes instead of fighting someone strong.'
Despite staying in a hospital bed, he could easily move his body by using the Limitless. In reality, he didn't even need to stay in a hospital. He just did it so he could have attendants who would bring him things, using the excuse that he was too old.
After all, nobody needed a Satoru Gojo anymore.
He could try fighting Naohiro again, but that wouldn't satisfy Gojo. If he wanted to fight with everything he had, he wanted the same from an opponent. Naohiro would have to hold back his adaptations to the Limitless technique if he wanted it to be 'fair'.
Gojo suddenly stopped moving as his attention shifted back upward, not because he was lost in thought, but because someone stood in his path.
A deep voice rang out. "Are you Satoru Gojo?" The owner of that voice had strange horns on his head and radiated a strong aura and an immense amount of cursed energy.
Gojo had already sensed him approaching with the Six Eyes, but he simply didn't care.
Taking his right hand out of his pocket, he used his pinky to clear out his ear. "Nah, you got the wrong guy. Satoru Gojo is on the third floor, second room." After those words, he simply walked around Dabura and was lost in thought again. 'All this thinkin got me hungry.'
Those words caused Dabura to freeze. "Oh." A sweatdrop went down the side of his head. 'Didn't they say he was tall and had white-grey hair and black glasses!?' Shaking his head, he floated up toward the third floor to find Satoru Gojo.
Gojo turned around and saw Dabura float away. "That worked?" Shrugging, he kept walking. "I guess he's kinda strong." The presence that Dabura radiated demanded some praise, but it still didn't match some of the monsters he fought alongside and against.
Dabura has some of the greatest potential in Jujutsu, but he has yet to realize it because he has faced no opponent that could match him. The current Dabura could only be described as a stats-merchant.
In Gojo's eyes, he might as well be a new student at Jujutsu High, just learning what a curtain is. That's to say, he wasn't impressed.
Boom
Before Gojo could walk a few steps, a foot slammed into the pavement a few feet in front of him, sending debris flying toward him. The rocks stopped before him and floated in place.
The dust revealed a Dabura with a darkened expression. "You-"
Gojo cut him off with an annoyed expression. "Ugh, what the heck do you want? Just leave me alone." He used his hand to clear the rocks in front of his face. "I'm trying to figure out what I want for lunch."
Dabura stood there with a baffled look on his face. This was the first time someone seemed not to care and even seemed annoyed that the strongest Simurian was before him.
Gojo turned toward an aide to his left, who had fallen to the ground in shock at the scene before her. "Hey, didn't I say no visitors? Who even is this dude?" He used his thumb to point at Dabura as he spoke to her. "And since when did cosplayers start to show up here?"
It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was one of the aliens coming to challenge him, but Gojo hadn't messed with someone in a while, and he found a new candidate. Utahime was already gone, and Naohiro showed up too infrequently to see his usual antics.
With a btz, light rods floated in front of Gojo. Even the nurse's aide could tell that these were meant to kill him. It was then that the aide realized that a few were shot at her feet. While he could block the rods with the Limitless, ordinary people would be obliterated if the attack connected, judging by how much cursed energy was in the rods.
Messing with Dabura was fun, but the moment he started threatening to kill people who had nothing to do with it, games were off the table.
Gojo's gaze hardened behind his glasses. "Alright then, you've got my attention. So what exactly is so important that you won't leave me alone?" The cursed energy he had been suppressing began to leak out, manifesting as a massive blue aura that engulfed nearly the entire courtyard.
Cursed energy suppression is usually very difficult, especially for someone with so much, but someone on the level of control of Sukuna, Naohiro, and Yuji could effortlessly do it. He didn't want to scare the hospital staff with his presence.
Dabura's eyes narrowed as the man he had been looking for finally showed his true colors. "Three days in Tokyo, we'll fight. You kill me, the Simurians leave. I kill you, and the exorcism of cursed spirits ends."
The area fell silent, but Gojo suddenly stared up at the hospital roof and gave a small smirk, to Dabura's confusion. When Dabura turned around, he didn't see anything there.
Gojo huffed a laugh. "Alright, alright. If that'll get you out of here, then I'll be there." With that short exchange, Dabura flew away. He wasn't a talker. If his message was sent, that was all he needed.
At that moment, Gojo froze. "Wait, the guy didn't even give me his name." He recoiled in realization. "That guy didn't even tell me a time or place in Tokyo either! It's Tokyo! Does he expect me to run around the city all day until he shows up? Are all those aliens this antisocial?"
Gojo rubbed his forehead. "What a pain in the ass." After a moment, he seemed to be speaking to no one. "So, you're playing the 'hidden boss' role, Naohiro?" Despite all of Naohiro's adaptations and Gojo's deterioration, his Six Eyes could still spot him.
He wasn't like Maki or Toji.
A voice spoke up in the courtyard. "Well, it's better to hide an ace-in-the-hole from the big bad boss." Gojo didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.
He knew the voice and had been aware of his presence when he and Dabura were talking. Even if Dabura couldn't see him, Gojo had, when Naohiro was aura farming on the roof.
Gojo glanced behind him with a smirk, his hands in his pockets. "Seeing that you aren't playing hide and seek anymore, I'm assuming you've got something to say."
Naohiro's smile slowly faded. "Things have been getting pretty rough lately."
Gojo turned back, facing forward, and spoke to Naohiro behind him. "I could kinda pick up on that after I was just challenged by an alien. Come on, we can talk over lunch." Hearing Naohiro standing back up, Gojo started walking again. "You like ramen?"
Naohiro huffed a laugh. "Yeah, sure."
Gojo and Naohiro casually made their way to a ramen shop and started chatting, as if the strongest Simurian hadn't just threatened the Earthlings.