I was a little worried as Gojo stepped us into his domain. I’d heard the rumors. Infinite Void doesn’t exactly have a “safe mode.” Too much time in there and your brain turns into mashed potatoes.
But then I remembered—Gojo’s Gojo. If anyone could keep me from drooling on myself for eternity, it was him.
And then—space.
We were surrounded by nothing but stars, galaxies, equations, thoughts. Behind us swirled a monstrous black hole, the fabric of reality itself bending around it.
I couldn’t breathe—not because there was no air, but because of the sheer data flooding my brain. My thoughts slowed, yet sharpened.
The void began to turn white, pure and blinding.
Across from us, Jogo screamed. Like a child being force-fed infinity, his mind snapped, tears of agony running down his face.
We were only inside for a few seconds.
That’s all Gojo needed.
In a blink, he was behind Jogo. In a flick, Jogo’s head hit the ground.
Clean slice.
No drama.
Just Gojo things.
---
On the way back, the wind whipping through the open windows of the car, Gojo casually said, “There’s an expo coming up. You’ll be fighting the Kyoto students.”
I narrowed my eyes, staring into the rearview mirror. “I’ve got a bad feeling, Gojo. That curse—Jogo—he’s not the end of it. They’ll return. And they’ll bring friends.”
Gojo raised an eyebrow. “What makes you so sure?”
I looked at him with the gravest face I could muster.
“My balls sensed it.”
He snorted, trying not to laugh. “You’re an idiot.”
“And you love it.”
He reached into his pocket and casually tossed me two more fingers.
Before I could even reach for them, Sukuna’s mouth split open on my palm.
Chomp. Gulp.
Gone.
I felt the double-dose kick in instantly. Too much.
My vision warped.
Sukuna laughed from the inside. “You really shouldn’t be so trusting.”
He took control.
But not for long.
Gojo appeared behind me and—BAM! Karate chopped my neck.
Lights out.
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Inside our mindscape, I stood face-to-face with Sukuna.
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“You really had to be an asshole?”
Sukuna smirked. “What? I just wanted a little walk.”
“Liar.”
But I knew the real reason: he was getting stronger—and he was waiting.
When I woke up, I was already in bed back at school.
“Whoa! That was fast!”
Gojo loomed over me. “You were out for thirty minutes. Now get some sleep.”
And like a good little sorcerer, I passed out.
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The Next Morning: Pandas, Pigtails, and Punches
I met the second years today.
Maki Zenin, cursed tool fanatic with more sass than fashion sense.
Toge Inumaki, cursed speech master. “Salmon,” he said.
“Uh… mayonnaise?” I replied.
And then, Panda. Who is, in fact, a literal panda.
“I have so many questions,” I muttered.
Then the Kyoto crew rolled up.
Aoi Todo stomped forward like he was in a shonen opening.
He looked me dead in the eye.
“What kind of woman is your type?”
Easy.
“A tall woman with a big butt. Like Jennifer Lawrence.”
Todo’s eyes widened. His jaw trembled.
Then—tears.
“WE ARE LONG LOST BROTHERS FROM MIDDLE SCHOOL!”
I had never seen a man more dramatically emotional about ass preferences. But hey, he’s my ticket to mastering Black Flash, so I rolled with it.
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The Mission: Junpei
Later, Gojo introduced me to Nanami. Cool guy. Ex-salaryman. Serious. I liked him.
We tailed a kid named Junpei. He couldn’t see curses yet, but I knew he was key to avoiding the Shibuya bloodbath.
So I befriended him—started rambling about trash horror movies. He laughed. It worked.
His mom invited me in for dinner. It felt… peaceful.
I didn’t deserve that peace.
“It's getting late," I said after dinner. "I better head home.”
I stepped outside.
The air felt wrong.
A grade 4 curse appeared—child’s play now. I snapped its neck in three punches.
Then he came.
Mahito.
Blue stitches. Smiling like a game show host. Power oozing like rot.
“Oh don’t ruin the fun,” he whispered.
And that’s when I felt it.
Rage. Hatred. Bloodlust. All wrapped in lightning.
“BLACK FLASH!”
My fist struck Mahito, launching him into a concrete wall like a nuke.
Nanami arrived beside me, wrapping his tie around his blunt blade.
“That’s a grade 1 curse, at least,” he said.
I nodded. “Let’s beat him down.”
We charged in.
Nanami’s 7:3 Ratio Technique shattered Mahito’s arm, and I followed with a combo that left craters in the ground.
“BLACK FLASH!”
Another one—Mahito shrieked.
Nanami landed two more ratio hits, precise and surgical.
Then I landed another flash—my third in a row. Electricity danced across my knuckles.
But Mahito grinned and lunged for me, palm open—
Idle Transfiguration.
He was trying to reshape my soul.
Then he froze.
He stepped back. His face twisted with discomfort.
“Sukuna…” I whispered.
Mahito clutched his stomach.
His soul must’ve touched Sukuna’s.
Bad idea.
“Now!” I shouted.
I blitzed him—
“BLACK FLASH!!”
Right into the spot he clutched. The blow rippled through his core.
Then Nanami stepped in.
7:3—direct hit to the soul.
Mahito coughed up blood.
Then turned to dust.
---
I returned to Junpei’s house.
Found the Sukuna finger hidden inside.
Swallowed it.
Went home with Nanami.
“Hey, Gojo,” I said smugly. “Killed an unregistered special grade today.”
He blinked. “You what?”
I yawned. “Just another Tuesday.”
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The Kyoto Expo Begins
The next morning, we gathered at the expo stadium.
Gojo strolled in, grinning like a villain.
“Hey everyone. There are a couple of first and second grade curses waiting inside. Depending on how you do, you might get promoted.”
He winked.
He was totally bullshitting.
I could feel it in my bones.
Special grades. All of them.
But this time?
I wasn’t scared.
Because now—there’s one less of them.
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