The concept of Limitless was always more than just a technique; it was the manifestation of a mathematical absolute brought into reality.
To understand Satoru Gojo was to understand that for him, the world was composed of infinite layers of distance that he could manipulate at will.
If Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue was a vacuum that pulled the world in, and Cursed Technique Reversal: Red was a cannon that shoved it away, then his Maximum Technique: White was something altogether different.
White wasn't a projectile or a simple shield. It was the 'big bang' version of his power, a moment where the entire space he occupies or is 'seen' turns bright.
In the theoretical foundation of his Limitless, White functioned as a white hole. Where a black hole sucks everything into a singular point of density, Satoru created a point of pure, blinding light that was physically impossible to occupy.
It didn't 'hit' an opponent like a physical blow; it simply dictated that nothing else could exist in the same space as him as its focal point in space.
This was the culmination of color theory within Limitless; by merging all the colors, what comes out is: White, his Maximum Technique (Goku no Ban).
Then, if used in the ever-changing reality and space of the Mirror Dimension?
You're cooked.
…
[ Nidavellir — Mirror Dimension ]
Pure-white cursed energy — devoid of the pull of Blue or the push of Red — began to coat his entire frame, turning him into a silhouette of blinding radiance. The air began to sing a high-pitched and crystalline note.
Thanos narrowed his eyes, sensing a shift in the energy that was fundamentally different from anything the boy had shown before. He raised the gauntlet, the Reality Stone flaring red to intercept whatever was coming.
"Maximum Technique: White (Goku no Ban: Shiro)."
As the words left his lips, the light from his body expanded in a silent, all-encompassing wave, washing over the Mirror Dimension and swallowing everyone in sight, like splashing white paint all over a canvas.
…
Thor, who was flying away, kept a close eye on the pitch-black sphere of Satoru's technique. When he saw the 'eye' like barrier begin to burn away like paper and saw Thanos and his subordinates still standing safely and unharmed behind him, his heart sank.
'Did it not work?' he thought, gripping Mjolnir tighter.
But then, one moment he saw Satoru standing in the center of his burning technique, the next his entire body began glowing with a white radiance so bright it made Thor narrow his eyes, trying to see through the glare, but before he could make sense what's gonna happen, a familiar ring of orange sparks erupted beneath him.
The portal swallowed him whole, instantly teleporting him out of the Mirror Dimension and back onto the metal floor of the material world in Nidavellir.
…
Inside the Mirror Dimension, the silence was absolute.
Satoru exhaled, his shoulders dropping as he opened his eyes.
What greeted him was a space where everything is just pure white, he wasn't standing on a ground or platform as well, he was floating. It's not the kind of white from his earlier glaring radiance, but just… white.
The only thing remaining was a faint, lingering wisp of red energy trailing in the air where the gauntlet had been. Satoru stared at it for a long moment. He could sense the traces of space-time being bent to its absolute limit; Thanos hadn't been erased, but the forced expulsion of White had cast him away.
There was the possibility that Thanos wouldn't be affected by the technique with whatever fundamental reality-warping power that infinity stone of his have, Satoru had accounted for that, but it seems like his further plan of action wasn't needed.
He had been taken to a distance that even Satoru, with all his spatial perception, couldn't immediately quantify.
"Well," Satoru muttered, reaching up to slide his blindfold back over his eyes as the world around him began to settle. "That's one way to end a conversation."
Hollow Purple was his ultimate 'R.I.P.' technique, while White was his ultimate 'bye bye, goodbye, ttyl' technique, both were an option if Nihility doesn't work, or if the situation calls for it.
He didn't bother using RCT to heal his brain from the uses of his techniques. Instead, he reached out for the Mind Stone and then used one of its uses which was to instantly restore his brain to peak condition.
He didn't stick around to admire the view. With a casual flick of his wrist, he opened a portal and stepped back into Nidavellir to join Thor in the material world.
…
[ Nidavellir — Back to the Physical Dimension ]
The orange sparks of the portal flickered out as Satoru stepped out of it, and was immediately met with the chaotic sounds of lightning, the high-pitched whine of Chitauri lasers, the thud of dwarves and Mjolnir crushing bones.
Thor was in the middle of a crowd of Outriders, but his head snapped toward Satoru immediately. His eyes lit up with relief.
"Gojo! I knew you'd come out on top!" he roared, swinging his hammer to clear some space.
Eitri, standing nearby with a few other dwarves, shouted out as well. "I don't know you, sorcerer, but keep fighting! Get these things off my forge!"
The enemy soldiers froze. They kept looking at the spot where Satoru appeared, waiting for Thanos to follow. When the portal closed and only Satoru was there, they started to panic. Without their leader, the Chitauri and Outriders began to back away toward their ships, fighting frantically just to escape.
Though, the woman with the spear that hadn't been invited to the Mirror Dimension party stood rooted in her spot as she frowned and readied her weapon.
Satoru felt an itch in his knuckles. He had been using high-level techniques for too long; now he just wanted to hit something.
"Leaving so soon?" Satoru asked with a wide, dangerous grin. "I didn't say you could go."
He didn't use any flashy spells. He just blurred forward, appearing in the middle of a group of soldiers. He punched one so hard its helmet shattered, then spun around to kick another across the room.
He was moving too fast for them to track, enjoying a 'regular' fistfight for once.
"Thor! Don't hog all the fun!" Satoru laughed, jumping deeper into the crowd.
He decided to step it up a notch. Black flames of Cursed Energy began to dance around his clenched fists.
"Black Flash! 67x (Kokusen)"
With sixty-seven consecutive flashes of black lightning, Satoru became a blur of white and black.
Every punch resulted in an explosion of alien blood and shattered alien armor. Alien skulls popped like grapes, and heavy armor crumpled as if it were made of tin foil.
Proxima Midnight stood a distance away, watching the massacre. Her grip on her spear faltered. Her resolve broke. She began to back away, her slow retreats quickly turning into a full sprint toward the nearest Q-Ship.
Within minutes, the remaining invaders were scrambling. A few managed to jump into their 'metal donuts' — as Satoru liked to call them, when he saw it — and blasted off into space.
Satoru stopped, the black flames fading from his knuckles. He shook his hands out, exhaling a long breath as he turned back to the others. Thor was standing over a pile of scrap, breathing hard, while Eitri watched Satoru with wide, terrified eyes.
"Alright, now that the trash is taken out," Satoru said, sticking his hands back into his pockets as if he hadn't just murdered an army. "Can you forge something for me now? Uh…"
He paused, tilting his head toward Thor.
"What's the big dwarf's name again, Thor?"
Thor blinked as he lowered Mjolnir. "This is Eitri, King of the Dwarves, Gojo."
"Right, Eitri!" Satoru chirped, walking over to the massive blacksmith. "Nice to meet you. Sorry about the mess. I've got a request, a very shiny stone of mine needs a home. Think you can help me out?"
Satoru paused for a moment, before he continued. "And, uh… can you make some jewelry for me as well?"
"..."
…
[ Kamar-Taj ]
The courtyard of Kamar-Taj was no longer peaceful. Smoke rose from the Western Wing.
Wanda, Illyana, and Rintrah were already moving before the debris had even settled.
"Rintrah! Get the injured!" Illyana called out to the R'Vaalian with an authoritative tone as she used her sword to shield two apprentices from falling masonry.
Rintrah didn't hesitate. "Understood!" he bellowed, his massive frame already blurring toward the smoking ruins of a residential quarter.
He scooped up one injured fellow apprentices after another under his arms and moved them toward the safety of an undamaged temple.
Wanda landed beside Illyana, her hands glowing with a frantic, pulsing red. She used her telekinesis to hold back a balcony, her eyes darting toward the source of the blast. "Illyana, it's the inner part of the library that blew up!"
Illyana focused and scanned the library where they had initially planned to head and study. She could feel a familiar and unfamiliar kind of magic that felt like a personal disgust to her senses.
"I know," Illyana said, her grip tightening on her sword. "We need to gather others and find a master, speaking of, just where the heck are they?"
Rintrah jogged towards where they were standing from a temple, just saved another batch of injured apprentices.
Wanda responded to Illyana as she turned to look for anyone around the dust and debris in the vicinity wearing the distinct blue robes of a Master. "I don't know…"
Suddenly, two silhouettes began to pace slowly toward them. It were faces they recognized, though the expressions they wore were entirely unpleasant.
"The Master is away," a voice rasped from the smoke. "And the children are left to play."
"Looks like you weren't lying," the other silhouette spoke. "She really is here."
Then, as the two silhouettes began to approach, the second one that spoke began to sing in an eerie voice.
"Hehehe! Who's that I see walkin' in these ashes and dust? Why, it's Little Darkchilde Rasputin. Hey there, Little Darkchilde Rasputin, you sure are lookin' good. You're everything a big, bad demon could want. Listen to me…"
The voice drawled, and under Rintrah, Wanda, and Illyana's slowly widening eyes filled with panic and horror, two faces were shown: Mordo and Belasco.
"...It's me, your deary ol' Belasco…"
A grin split 'Belasco's' face. "It's time to go home, little Rasputin."
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[ Author's Notes ]: Paid Homage to; Little Red Riding Hood.
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