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Gojo had always told his students that when they died, they would die alone.
So this -
The airport. The familiar faces. Geto sitting beside him as though no time had passed at all -
could not be real.
“Please tell me this is just some ridiculous dream.”
Geto looked at him, infuriatingly calm.
“Does it matter?”
[Individual consciousness confirmed.]
[Subject acquired.]
Gojo ignored the Voice.
He was too busy looking at the friend he had lost, surrounded by people who had died before him.
“Well…”
“So how was the King of Curses?”
“Insanely friggin’ strong! To be honest, I don’t think I could have won. I kind of feel sorry for him…”
“How so?”
“I’m no stranger to feeling isolated,” he admitted. “There was always a gulf between me and everyone else. Even when they admired me. Even when they cared.”
Something listened.
[Desire for separation recognized.]
[Unique skill: Limitless acquired.]
[Sub-skill: Blue Attraction acquired.]
[Sub-skill: Red Repulsion acquired.]
[Attempting synthesis: Hollow Purple.]
[Failed. Insufficient integration between opposing forces.]
[Extra skill: Spatial Manipulation acquired.]
Gojo smiled faintly.
“The loneliness that comes with unrivaled strength.”
[Attempting reinforcement of human vessel.]
[Failed. Human physiology incompatible with projected output.]
There was the smallest pause.
[Constructing compatible vessel.]
[High Human body acquired.]
He had put everything into that final fight.
That was what made it fun - not losing, but knowing that he had held nothing back.
“I tried to reach him. To make him understand.” Gojo leaned back in his seat. “All the training. Every technique I mastered. My speed, my instincts, my quick thinking…”
His mouth twisted with amusement.
“My excellent sense of humor.”
[Extra skill: Black Flash acquired.]
[Extra skill: Thought Acceleration acquired.]
[Behavioral authority detected.]
[Attempting classification. Failed.]
[Anomalous extra skill: Smug Authority acquired.]
Gojo briefly considered whether it was worth objecting to that description.
[Sub-skill: Provocation Aura acquired.]
[Warning: deactivation may not be possible once activated.]
[Sub-skill: Absolute Taunt acquired.]
“I suppose I’m glad I died fighting someone strong,” Gojo continued. “Imagine surviving all that just to lose to old age. Or some embarrassing disease.”
[Extended Lifespan acquired.]
[Extra skill: Magicule Recovery acquired.]
[Self-Regeneration acquired.]
[Physical Attack Resistance acquired.]
[Poison Resistance acquired.]
[Extra skill: Infinity Barrier acquired.]
[Warning: projected consumption exceeds magicule recovery.]
“Consider me jealous,” Geto interrupted his thoughts. “You at least went out with a bang.”
Gojo’s expression shifted.
He had understood things all his life simply by looking at them. Cursed energy. Techniques. Distance. The minute structures concealed beneath what everyone else perceived as reality.
“…I see.”
The Voice considered the intention contained within those words.
[Unique skill: Six Eyes acquired.]
[Sub-skill: Magicule Perception acquired.]
[Sub-skill: Spiritron Perception acquired.]
[Merging perceptual abilities.]
[Sub-skill: Universal Perception acquired.]
[Sub-skill: Reduced Magicule Consumption acquired.]
[Thought Acceleration integrated as sub-skill.]
[Sub-skill: All of Creation acquired.]
[Infinity Barrier consumption reduced to acceptable parameters.]
Amid the ruins of the battlefield, Sukuna regarded what remained of him with the respect one apex predator might offer another.
“You did well, Gojo Satoru. I won’t forget you for as long as I live.”
The words reached Gojo as though from a great distance.
Something in him quieted.
Perhaps that was enough. To have been seen. To have left something behind in the minds of those who had known him, fought him, loved him, or hated him.
[Attempting preservation of continuity.]
[Memory Retention acquired.]
[Muscle Memory Retention acquired.]
[Physical Appearance Retention acquired.]
The airport was beginning to fade.
Gojo looked once more at the people around him.
“I just hope this isn’t a dream.”
[Attempting acquisition: Domain Expansion.]
[Failed. Required system does not exist within target world.]
[Reconstructing ability.]
[Extra skill: Unlimited Domain acquired.]
[Warning: technique incomplete. Barrier formation, information projection, and target designation require further development.]
The light swallowed everything.
And somewhere in another world, something impossible opened a pair of brilliant blue eyes.
***
Light filled his vision.
Not the sterile lights of an airport, nor the ruined skyline of Shinjuku.
Light filtered through green leaves.
Gojo blinked up at a canopy dense enough to hide most of the sky. This wasn’t what the forests around Tokyo looked like in December. He didn’t remember teleporting to a different location during the fight, either.
Well. It had happened anyway.
This was new.
He clearly remembered lying among the crushed concrete, feeling nothing below his chest. Of course, there had been nothing left to feel. Sukuna’s attack had severed his body completely.
Gojo had reached for reverse cursed technique and discovered that, for once, understanding the damage did not mean he could repair it.
He had been about to die.
Then he had suddenly found himself at an airport, surrounded by people who had died before him. His friend Geto had been there, sitting beside him as though no time had passed at all.
Gojo had assumed the airport was a hallucination.
Probably.
Unless there really was an afterlife.
Was he dead now?
The airport had vanished. His friends with it. Before them had been the battlefield, Sukuna, and the distant awareness of his own ruined body.
And through all of it, something had been talking.
What had that voice said?
He moved his head, raising it just enough to see the length of his body.
Whole.
His head dropped back against the ground.
After a moment, he checked again.
Still whole.
Gojo pushed his palms against the earth and lifted his upper body. His abdomen was intact. No slash. No blood. No evidence that his body had ever been divided into two inconvenient pieces.
He wasn’t wearing the same clothes, either.
Gojo quietly studied himself - his black teacher jacket, uniform pants, shoes. He removed the dark glasses that shaded his eyes.
The clothes were intact. Clean. So were the glasses. There wasn’t a stain or speck of dust on them. No trace of the fight remained anywhere.
Perhaps he was dead after all.
Who knew? It wasn’t as though anyone had ever returned with useful notes. The dead were notoriously bad at filing reports.
Well. Dead or alive, this was still a situation with rules.
Rules could be understood.
Gojo turned his attention to his surroundings.
He really was lying on a forest floor, in a patch of dirt, dried leaves, and thin strands of grass. The trees were large and old, their trunks thick and widely spaced. Enough light passed through the canopy to illuminate the ground, although the shifting leaves broke it into irregular patches of green and gold.
He could see dust particles dancing in the air in perfect definition. He could distinguish the contours of leaves that appeared familiar at first glance, then revealed subtle differences when he examined their veins and shapes more closely.
The forest was filled with the continuous noise of small living things. Wings moved above him. Insects crawled under leaves and inside decaying wood. Calls from somewhere high in the canopy resembled birds, although his mind separated them into several distinct species without matching any of them to something he recognized.
Everything was almost like the forests he had explored in the past.
Almost.
There were enough small differences to tell him that this was not a place he knew.
Where was he, exactly?
Perhaps he'd landed somewhere in the south.
At least, nothing seemed to threaten him immediately.
Gojo paused.
He had not completed the analysis that should have produced that conclusion.
He could hear movement, estimate distances, and distinguish dozens of small creatures around him, but none of that explained his certainty that nothing nearby posed an immediate threat.
He set the question aside for later.
He put his glasses back on and looked around.
There was no difference in his perception except for the slight tint of the lenses.
Gojo removed them again.
Still no difference.
He closed his eyes for a moment. There was no reason to panic.
Not yet.
The shapes of the trees remained present around him. Not visually, exactly, but as positions, masses, and distances. He could still follow the insects moving behind him and beneath the leaves. He could feel changes in the air where small wings disturbed it.
Gojo opened his eyes again.
Same.
When he focused on an object, he could still perceive its shape, mass, and structure down to the atomic level. His mind calculated the speed and direction of a moving fly without effort.
Then something changed.
For a moment, the fly seemed to hover in the air amid nearly motionless dust motes, its wings moving so slowly that he could distinguish each alteration in their angle. His mind registered dozens of details at once - the pattern of light across its body, the currents of air around its wings, the distance between it and the nearest branch, the movement of three smaller critters below it.
His attention shifted.
The fly returned to its ordinary speed.
Gojo followed it until it disappeared among the leaves.
Either the insect had slowed down for no obvious reason, or his analysis had accelerated.
The second explanation was considerably more likely.
Something was wrong with his Six Eyes. At least, something had changed.
Six Eyes appeared to be working. In some ways, the ability was working better than before. Yet when he considered the difference more carefully, he realized that he couldn’t feel the usual strain on his brain.
There was no pressure building behind his eyes. No continuous damage that required the automatic use of reverse cursed technique to repair. He had maintained that process constantly for years. Its absence should have been impossible to overlook.
It was especially strange in an unfamiliar environment that demanded more concentration than usual.
What’s more, his mind appeared to be processing information that his eyes had never received.
Something moved several paces behind him.
Small. Light. Harmless.
The conclusion appeared in his thoughts before he had turned toward it.
Gojo glanced over his shoulder and found a palm-sized, many-legged creature disappearing beneath a fallen leaf.
Being able to access and process more information should be useful.
It could also go very badly if he failed to understand what had changed.
Gojo stood and brushed the leaves from his clothes.
That was when he noticed the particles.
At first, he had mistaken them for dust. A particular shine distinguished them when he focused, although shine was not quite the correct word. It was less something visible than a quality his perception translated into light.
He traced the movement of several particles and found currents passing between the trees.
Some moved through the air. Others flowed from the ground into roots and trunks, or traveled outward from the trees before dispersing into the forest.
They were present in the animals and insects as well. Not in large quantities, but enough for the Six Eyes to recognize the same energy.
A peculiar type of cursed energy, then. One he had never encountered before.
It behaved strangely. Cursed energy did not normally circulate through plants or gather naturally in clean air. But if this was someone’s innate domain, the surrounding environment might operate according to rules imposed by its creator.
That remained the closest useful comparison.
Gojo turned his attention inward.
The same unfamiliar energy filled his body in enormous quantities.
He attempted to move it as he would cursed energy, drawing it from his center and directing it through his limbs, along his arms, and into his fingertips.
The energy responded.
Barely.
It moved through him with none of the instinctive precision he expected. The pathways felt slightly wrong, although he couldn’t determine whether the difference came from the energy itself or from his body.
When he examined his hand, the strange particles had gathered around his fingers in place of the familiar sensation of cursed energy.
They obeyed his will.
Just not very well.
Could this be the effect of a curse’s innate domain?
It would explain the artificial environment and the interference with his cursed energy. It might even explain the apparent restoration of his body, if the domain was altering what he perceived.
There were methods of testing that.
“All right,” Gojo said, raising his voice slightly. “If this is your domain, you’ve made your point. Very atmospheric. Now, are you planning to introduce yourself?”
The forest did not answer.
Either the domain’s owner preferred dramatic silence, or there was no one listening.
Gojo crossed his index and middle fingers, giving his formless internal landscape the physical command to expand outward and claim the surrounding space.
He focused his thoughts and gathered the unfamiliar energy.
“Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void.”
Nothing happened.
Gojo remained still, his fingers held in position.
He had felt the energy respond. For a moment, it had begun expanding around him. Then it had dispersed into the air without forming a barrier or manifesting his domain.
He reviewed the failed activation.
The energy flow had been uneven, but not completely uncontrolled. The internal structure of Unlimited Void was still present. The failure had occurred when the technique attempted to impose that structure upon the surrounding space.
Gojo adjusted the distribution of energy and tried again.
“Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void.”
The power moved outward.
This time, he saw the beginning of the expansion more clearly. Space shifted around him for less than a second before the structure collapsed and the energy dissolved into the forest.
No barrier. No domain.
Only the knowledge that he possessed less energy now than he had before the first attempt.
A fragment of memory surfaced.
[Required system does not exist within target world.]
[Unlimited Domain acquired.]
[Warning: technique incomplete… further development required.]
Gojo stared ahead.
The Voice.
It had said something about the system not existing. Something about an incomplete technique.
He had not been listening.
In his defense, Geto had been there.
That seemed like information worth revisiting.
Unfortunately, the Voice did not appear inclined to repeat itself or clarify.
Gojo considered the words more carefully.
Target world.
An unusual term. An innate domain could be described as a separate world in a figurative sense, but “target” implied movement from one place to another.
Or the Voice simply enjoyed making simple things sound unnecessarily dramatic.
That possibility could not be dismissed.
Whatever had happened, he had woken whole, in different clothes, and nowhere near the battlefield after spending an unknown amount of time talking with dead people.
There was no point in trying to form his domain again. The first attempt had established the failure. The second had confirmed that it was structural rather than accidental.
There were other methods of dealing with an innate domain if that was what this was.
It wasn’t Sukuna’s. Gojo knew what that one looked like.
But what could interfere with his technique so thoroughly? What could alter the behavior of cursed energy and distort his understanding of how the world worked without leaving any obvious sign of an active barrier?
He needed more information.
Panic remained premature.
Serious concern, however, had become reasonable.
Remaining in one place would not reveal anything new.
Gojo selected the clearest direction through the trees. There was no visible path and no landmark worth following, so one direction was as useful as another. He kept the filtered sunlight to his left and marked the shapes of several distinctive trunks in his memory. If his route curved back toward his starting point, he would know soon enough.
As he moved across the mostly clear forest floor, he continued to analyze the area around him.
Apart from insects, currents of air, and the unfamiliar particles, nothing nearby moved. Nothing large, anyway. The creatures that sounded like birds remained high in the canopy.
The weather was mild. Not too hot and not cold, either.
That was fortunate. Gojo didn’t like the cold.
The downside was the insects.
He brushed away a mosquito that had landed on the back of his hand.
Then he froze.
Gojo looked down at his fingers.
The mosquito had touched him.
That should not have been possible.
He remained still for several seconds, waiting to see whether another insect approached. A smaller one drifted past his shoulder without touching him.
That proved nothing.
Gojo looked around, then bent and picked up a section of rotting branch from the ground. After removing two narrow twigs, he weighed it briefly in his hand and tossed it into the air above him.
The branch turned once as it fell.
It struck his shoulder and bounced onto the ground, leaving traces of dirt and dried moss across the black fabric.
He had felt the impact, harmless as it was.
Infinity should have stopped it.
The mosquito might have passed through because the automatic filter had classified it as harmless. That would still have been unusual, but not impossible.
The branch was different. Its mass and speed should have been enough for Infinity to stop it, whether it posed a real threat or not.
That was a problem.
Gojo retrieved the branch and examined it, although the wood itself was clearly not responsible.
He focused on the space surrounding his body.
Before Infinity had become permanently active, he had used it consciously. The process was familiar: establish the distance, divide the approach into an endless sequence, and prevent the object from ever fully reaching him.
The principle remained clear.
The energy did not.
Gojo held the barrier in place and threw the branch higher this time.
It fell toward his extended arm.
For one brief moment, the wood slowed.
Not enough to stop. Not enough to remain suspended beyond his reach. But its descent visibly decelerated before it touched the fabric of his sleeve.
Gojo caught it before it fell.
So Infinity was not entirely gone.
It simply wasn’t working properly.
He repeated the test several times, altering the amount of energy and the point at which he activated the technique.
The results were inconsistent but useful.
The barrier could slow an approaching object. With sufficient focus, it could delay contact long enough for him to move. It could not yet maintain the endless separation that should have prevented the impact entirely.
The automatic function appeared unreliable as well. Either it was no longer active, or it could no longer classify incoming objects correctly under the conditions of this place.
That meant the barrier could be penetrated.
Not because the branch possessed enough force to overcome Infinity, but because Infinity was activating too late and failing to establish the full separation between them.
The distinction would matter considerably if the next object traveling toward him was less harmless than a piece of wood.
His mind appeared to process motion quickly enough to compensate for some of the delay. Whether it could compensate for the speed of an actual attack remained an unanswered and potentially painful question.
Not perfect.
But something he could work with.
Gojo dropped the branch and continued walking.
The forest eventually opened into a small clearing. He stopped near its edge and scanned the area before stepping fully into it.
A denser strand of cursed energy caught his attention.
His eyes followed it between two trees, where it joined another strand, and then another.
A web.
Gojo approached carefully.
The threads were much thicker than those of an ordinary spiderweb. The unfamiliar cursed energy saturated every strand, flowing through the structure in concentrated currents.
He followed the lines farther into the trees.
The web continued beyond the clearing.
A very large spiderweb.
The curse had finally decided to engage him. Gojo’s lips curved in a smile.
“Is this supposed to be an invitation? Don’t mind if I accept.”
The web trembled.
That was the first answer he had received.
[Sub-skill: Provocation Aura. Passive activation confirmed.]
The Voice had spoken again.
Gojo had no time to consider what it meant.
A large shape descended from a nearby tree. Its six legs moved along the strands and branches with quiet precision. As it reached the ground, the spider-like creature lowered its armored body and spread its front legs.
The creature was far larger than any spider had a right to be. Nearly the size of a car, its broad body was covered in overlapping plates that caught the filtered sunlight with a dull metallic sheen, dark brown along the edges and almost blue-black across its back. Several small, cold blue eyes seemed to offer it an almost panoramic view of its surroundings. Its legs were thick and ridged, each joint ending in hooked points sharp enough to tear through bark.
More relevant was the amount of cursed energy packed into it. The dense current surrounding the web was only residue. The creature itself held vastly more, compressed beneath its armored shell until the air around it appeared to shimmer.
Under ordinary circumstances, it would not have ranked anywhere near the special-grade curses Gojo had faced before.
These were not ordinary circumstances.
Gojo focused his energy and raised Infinity, as incomplete as the barrier currently was. He settled into a loose, upright stance that appeared relaxed, although his weight was balanced and every part of his body was prepared to move.
The creature remained still for several seconds, studying him in return. Then its body sank lower. The strands beneath its legs drew taut, and cursed energy gathered along the sharp hooks at its joints.
It was preparing to spring.
Allowing it to choose the moment of attack would only give it more opportunity to exploit his unreliable barrier.
Gojo moved first.
He directed the unfamiliar energy through the pattern of Limitless and established a point of convergence beside the creature’s armored body.
“Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.”
The energy gathered.
For an instant, space seemed ready to fold inward.
Then the structure unraveled, dispersing harmlessly into the air.
The spider did not move.