Pranks And Evil Twist

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EXT. MOS ESPA - ARENA - VIEWING PLATFORM - DAY

The viewing platform offered a clear view of the entire arena, and Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Jar Jar Binks, and the twins—Suzunami and Yukinami—had arrived just in time to witness the intense and unexpected turn of events below.

Obi-Wan's sharp eyes caught the moment Sebulba stepped forward and delivered a brutal punch to Anakin's face. His expression tightened with immediate concern.

OBI-WAN: (tense) "Did you see that? Sebulba just struck Anakin!"

Qui-Gon, standing beside him, narrowed his eyes at the scene unfolding below. His usually calm demeanor was replaced by a grim look of disapproval.

QUI-GON: (serious) "Sebulba's overstepping his bounds. This isn't just a race anymore."

Jar Jar Binks, ever the nervous observer, flinched visibly at the sight of the punch. His long ears drooped, and he began to wring his hands in worry.

JAR JAR BINKS: (panicking) "Oh no! Poor Ani! Dis is not good, not good at all!"

Meanwhile, the twins, who had been quietly watching the race preparations, reacted with shock and growing concern. Suzunami, the more headstrong of the two, clenched his fists, anger flashing in his eyes.

SUZUNAMI: (furious) "How dare he! Anakin didn't deserve that!"

Yukinami, though more reserved, shared her brother's anger. Her eyes filled with worry as she watched the situation escalate.

YUKINAMI: (softly, but with resolve) "This isn't right... Gojo-sensei won't let this slide."

As expected, Gojo's reaction was swift and terrifying. They watched as he moved with lightning speed, grabbing Sebulba and effortlessly pinning him with a pencil. The sudden shift from the playful energy Gojo often displayed to something far more dangerous sent a chill down their spines.

Obi-Wan's gaze remained fixed on Gojo, a mixture of respect and wariness in his eyes.

OBI-WAN: (murmuring) "Gojo doesn't tolerate injustice... but his methods are always so extreme."

Qui-Gon nodded, his expression thoughtful yet cautious.

QUI-GON: "He's powerful, but unpredictable. It's a reminder of the fine line he walks between control and chaos."

Jar Jar, still jittery, looked between the Jedi and the scene below, his anxiety palpable.

JAR JAR BINKS: (whispering) "Mesa hope Gojo knows what he's doin'. Dis could get really messy."

Suzunami, despite his earlier anger, couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for Gojo's decisive actions.

SUZUNAMI: (impressed) "Gojo-sensei doesn't let anyone push him or his students around. That's why he's the strongest."

Yukinami, though still worried, found comfort in her brother's words. She knew Gojo was a force to be reckoned with, and seeing him protect Anakin only reinforced her belief in him.

YUKINAMI: (nodding) "He won't let anything happen to Anakin. He's always watching over us."

As they continued to watch, the atmosphere on the viewing platform remained tense, each of them fully aware of the power dynamics at play. Gojo's actions had not only shocked the crowd but also reminded them all of the extraordinary and sometimes frightening power he wielded—power that could either protect or destroy, depending on his will.

The tension on the viewing platform was palpable as the group watched Gojo's swift and terrifying response to Sebulba's attack on Anakin. But just as they thought the situation couldn't get more intense, the sky above the arena began to darken. A massive, ominous symbol materialized in the sky—a swirling black sphere, almost like a dark sun or a black hole, radiating with an immense and foreboding energy.

Obi-Wan's eyes widened in shock as he stared up at the sky. He had seen incredible feats of power before, but this... this was something else entirely.

OBI-WAN: (stunned) "What in the galaxy is that...?"

Qui-Gon, equally taken aback, turned to the twins with a serious expression, his voice tinged with urgency.

QUI-GON: "Suzunami, Yukinami, do either of you know anything about this? Have you seen your sensei do something like this before?"

The twins exchanged nervous glances, clearly unsettled by the manifestation in the sky. Suzunami, usually so confident, shook his head, his voice uncharacteristically uncertain.

SUZUNAMI: "We've seen Sensei do incredible things, but... we've never seen anything like this. Not even close."

Yukinami, standing close to her brother, nodded in agreement, her voice filled with awe and a hint of fear.

YUKINAMI: "This is beyond anything we've witnessed. It's like he's unleashed a power we didn't even know he had."

As the swirling darkness in the sky loomed over the arena, the group on the viewing platform couldn't tear their eyes away. The sheer magnitude of the energy emanating from Gojo's innate domain was overwhelming, its presence casting a shadow over their understanding of what true power meant.

QUI-GON: (softly, to himself) "Gojo's strength... it's both awe-inspiring and terrifying. We must tread carefully."

Obi-Wan, though still focused on the sky, couldn't help but feel a deep unease settle in his chest. He had known Gojo was powerful, but this display was a stark reminder of just how dangerous that power could be if unleashed without restraint.

OBI-WAN: (whispering) "If this is the extent of what Gojo can do... we need to be prepared for anything."

Suzunami, trying to muster some of his usual bravado, added with a nervous chuckle, "Well, at least we know Sensei has our backs... even if it's a bit overwhelming."

Yukinami, still staring at the sky, quietly agreed. "Yes, but it's a reminder that we've only scratched the surface of what he's capable of. This... this is something else entirely."

The dark symbol in the sky continued to pulse with energy, casting its eerie light over the arena. The spectators below, already in awe of Gojo's actions, now gazed upward with a mix of fear and reverence. They had witnessed something extraordinary—something that only a being of immense power could summon.

And as the platform fell silent, the group couldn't help but feel that they were on the brink of witnessing something even greater, something that would forever change their understanding of the force that was Gojo Satoru.

As the dark, ominous symbol continued to swirl in the sky, casting its foreboding presence over the arena, the group on the viewing platform remained fixated on the spectacle. But while Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and the twins were trying to process the sheer magnitude of Gojo's power, Jar Jar Binks was having a very different reaction.

Jar Jar's long ears drooped as he stared up at the sky, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and bewilderment. His knees wobbled, and he began to fidget nervously, clearly out of his depth.

JAR JAR BINKS: (panicking) "Ooooh, dis is bad, real bad! Mesa don't like da look of dat big black thingy in da sky!"

He glanced around at the others, hoping for some reassurance, but found none. Instead, he began to wave his arms around frantically, as if trying to ward off the dark energy above.

JAR JAR BINKS: (shouting) "Can someone tell mesa what's goin' on? Why da sky doin' dis? Mesa no wanna be squished like a bug by a big dark sun!"

Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon exchanged a glance, their serious expressions momentarily breaking as they couldn't help but find some humor in Jar Jar's exaggerated fear. Suzunami, despite the tension of the situation, let out a small laugh at Jar Jar's antics.

SUZUNAMI: (grinning) "Relax, Jar Jar, it's just Sensei showing off... a little bit."

Yukinami, trying to stifle a giggle, added, "Though I don't think he's ever done something this big before."

Jar Jar, still flailing his arms, didn't seem comforted by their words. He took a few steps back, as if trying to distance himself from the ominous symbol in the sky.

JAR JAR BINKS: "Mesa tink Gojo gone too far dis time! Big scary suns in da sky... what next? Mesa head goin' to explode?!"

Qui-Gon, though concerned about the situation, couldn't help but chuckle at Jar Jar's dramatic reaction. He placed a reassuring hand on Jar Jar's shoulder.

QUI-GON: (calmly) "Don't worry, Jar Jar. Gojo's in control. Just... try not to panic."

But Jar Jar, ever the worrywart, wasn't easily convinced. He glanced nervously between the sky and the group, still unsure about the whole situation.

JAR JAR BINKS: (muttering) "If mesa get squished or zapped or anyting like dat, mesa never forgive dis Gojo fella... never, ever!"

As the group continued to watch the sky, Jar Jar kept a cautious distance, still mumbling to himself about the potential dangers of "big scary suns" and "crazy sorcerer tricks." His over-the-top worry, though out of place, provided a brief moment of levity in an otherwise tense situation, reminding everyone that even in the face of overwhelming power, there was still room for a little humor.

As the ominous black hole-like symbol slowly faded from the sky, and the tension in the arena began to dissipate, the group on the viewing platform couldn't help but take a collective breath. The spectacle they had just witnessed—Gojo's terrifyingly calm handling of Sebulba, the way he had forced Jabba and the entire audience to bend to his will, and the sheer power he had displayed—left them both in awe and slightly bewildered.

Obi-Wan was the first to break the silence, shaking his head with a wry smile. "Well, I guess Gojo's idea of a 'peaceful resolution' involves pinning someone to their own podracer and summoning a black hole in the sky."

Qui-Gon nodded, his tone dry but with a hint of admiration. "Only Gojo could make a threat against Jabba the Hutt, delay an entire race by five minutes, and walk away with a new title—'Gojo the Merciful'—and actually have people cheer for him."

Suzunami, his earlier nervousness fading, let out a small laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "I don't know what's more ridiculous: the fact that Gojo just forced Sebulba to pull his own arm off, or that the crowd actually liked it!"

Yukinami, still processing the events, glanced back at the now-clear sky where the dark symbol had been moments ago. "He literally summoned something that looked like a black hole, and instead of being terrified, people are cheering him on. How does he do that?"

Jar Jar, still recovering from his earlier panic, muttered to himself as he looked around at the crowd. "Gojo da Merciful? More like Gojo da Crazy! Mesa never understand how he makes people love him after all dat!"

At that moment, Padmé, Shmi, and Kitster arrived at the viewing platform, having made their way from the starting grid. Padmé, catching the tail end of the conversation, couldn't help but add her own sarcastic remark, trying to hold back a smile. "Oh yes, because nothing says 'merciful' like threatening to decapitate someone and nearly giving the entire arena a heart attack with a sky-dominating black hole."

Shmi, though still a bit shaken, couldn't help but chuckle along with the rest. "Gojo certainly has a unique way of handling things... but I suppose that's why he's the Savior of Tatooine."

Kitster, grinning from ear to ear, piped up excitedly, "And now he's got a new title to add to the list! 'Gojo the Merciful'—who would've thought?"

Obi-Wan, with a mix of sarcasm and genuine awe, commented, "If by 'merciful' they mean scaring the life out of everyone and forcing them to obey with just a look... then yes, Gojo is the most merciful person I've ever met."

Qui-Gon, trying to make sense of the situation, sighed and said, "It seems Gojo has a way of making the impossible not only possible but strangely acceptable. He bends the world to his will, and people just... go along with it."

The group exchanged glances, a shared understanding passing between them. They knew that Gojo was no ordinary person—his power, his unpredictability, and his sheer presence made him a force that even the likes of Jabba the Hutt had to respect. But what was most baffling of all was how, despite everything, the people of Tatooine not only accepted Gojo's eccentricities but celebrated them.

As the crowd continued to cheer, chanting Gojo's new title with enthusiasm, the group couldn't help but feel a mix of exasperation and grudging admiration.

Jar Jar, finally regaining some of his composure, threw his hands up in the air and declared, "Well, if dis is what it takes to be 'merciful,' mesa glad Gojo's on our side!"

The group burst into laughter, the tension fully lifted now, as they prepared to watch the race. They might not fully understand Gojo's methods, but they were certainly glad to have him on their side—and perhaps, just a little relieved that his idea of mercy wasn't directed at them.

The group's laughter echoed through the viewing platform, a welcome release after the tense and chaotic events they had just witnessed. As they shared their thoughts on Gojo's unconventional methods and his new, rather ironic title, the camaraderie among them was palpable. But as the conversation naturally began to wind down, Padmé suddenly furrowed her brow, a realization dawning on her.

"Wait a minute," she said, her voice cutting through the lingering chuckles. "Shouldn't Gojo be with us?"

Obi-Wan glanced around the platform, his expression shifting from amused to curious. "Now that you mention it, where did he go?"

Qui-Gon, ever the sage, looked thoughtful for a moment, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "He does have a tendency to vanish when you least expect it… and then reappear out of nowhere."

Shmi nodded in agreement, a knowing smile crossing her face. "It's almost like a game to him, keeping us all on our toes."

Kitster, always enthusiastic and eager to be part of the action, jumped in with a wide grin. "So, what do we do? Just wait for him to pop up again?"

But Padmé's eyes twinkled with mischief, a playful idea forming in her mind. "How about we turn the tables on him for once? Let's surprise Gojo—jump scare him when he least expects it."

The group exchanged excited glances, their earlier tension now completely replaced with a shared sense of playful anticipation.

Obi-Wan, a smirk spreading across his face, leaned in slightly. "You know, I'm actually on board with this. It's about time someone caught him off guard."

Qui-Gon, usually the voice of reason, found himself agreeing, a rare grin appearing on his face. "It could be… interesting, to say the least. He's always the one with the surprises—let's see how he handles one."

Suzunami, grinning from ear to ear, was fully on board with the idea. "I bet he won't see it coming. He thinks he's always a step ahead, but we'll catch him this time."

Yukinami, though typically more reserved, couldn't hide her amusement at the thought. "It'll be fun. He always surprises us; it's only fair we return the favor."

Even Jar Jar, still recovering from his earlier panic, perked up at the idea, his usual nervousness replaced with a spark of excitement. "Mesa tink it's a brilliant plan! Dis time, Gojo gonna be da one jumpin'!"

The group's energy shifted into a playful, conspiratorial mood as they began to discuss the best way to catch Gojo off guard. Padmé, now fully in charge of the impromptu plan, felt a surge of determination.

"Alright," she said, her tone confident and commanding. "Here's the plan: we spread out and keep an eye out for him. The moment he shows up, we all jump out and surprise him. Let's see how the great Gojo Satoru reacts when the tables are turned!"

With nods of agreement, the group scattered around the platform, each taking up a position with eager anticipation. The earlier tension had completely dissolved, replaced by the thrill of pulling off a rare surprise on the one person who always seemed to be in control. They hid inside the platform, crouching behind walls, and tucking themselves into corners, their eyes darting around as they waited for Gojo's inevitable return.

As they settled into their hiding spots, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Each of them knew that catching Gojo off guard was no small feat, but the prospect of doing so filled them with a giddy sense of excitement.

But just as they were ready to pounce, the air on the platform grew suddenly cold and heavy. A figure materialized in the left side outside of the platform—not Gojo, but Wonder of U, his enigmatic Stand, exuding an aura of quiet menace. Alongside him stood Anakin's three remaining friends, whom Gojo had been quietly protecting.

The playful energy evaporated, replaced by a sudden, gripping tension. Wonder of U's unreadable gaze scanned the platform, his presence unsettling and commanding. His gaze moved slowly, deliberately, taking in the hidden figures and their poorly concealed excitement.

"Can you stop hiding? I'm not in the mood for jokes," Wonder of U's voice carried a note of irritation as he addressed the group.

The tone of his voice sent a chill through everyone hiding. Slowly, Obi-Wan, Padmé, Qui-Gon, and the others began to emerge from their hiding spots, their playful plan now forgotten as they realized something was wrong.

Obi-Wan, crouched behind a pillar, exchanged a quick glance with Padmé before reluctantly stepping out of his hiding place. His usual calm demeanor was tinged with a playful disappointment as he addressed the Stand, whom he had taken to calling "Wonder Tooru."

"Ehh, no fun. Wonder Tooru, you always show up at the worst possible moments—"

Before Obi-Wan could finish his sentence, Wonder of U's next words cut through the air like a blade, sending a jolt of shock through the group.

"Master Satoru has disappeared from Tatooine."

The effect was immediate. The light-hearted atmosphere vanished, replaced by a wave of alarm and confusion. Padmé, who had just emerged from her hiding spot, felt her heart skip a beat, her mind racing.

"Disappeared? What do you mean, disappeared?" Padmé asked worriedly.

Suzunami and Yukinami emerged from their hiding places as well, their faces mirroring the concern that now gripped the entire group. They had grown accustomed to Gojo's sudden entrances and exits, but this felt different—there was an urgency in Wonder of U's tone that was entirely new.

"Where could he have gone? He wouldn't just leave without saying anything..." Yukinami added anxiously.

Obi-Wan's playful demeanor had vanished entirely, replaced by a serious tone as he pressed the Stand for more information. "Did he leave any clue, Wonder Tooru? Anything at all?"

But Wonder of U's response was grim. "No clues. He vanished without a trace. One moment I sensed him, he was still in this—"

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Suddenly, the sky above them darkened. The bright desert sun of Tatooine was blotted out as if a massive, unseen force had cast a shadow over the entire planet. The darkness was absolute, swallowing the world in an eerie silence that was as terrifying as it was unnatural.

The group looked up in unison, their eyes wide with shock and confusion. The darkness seemed to pulse, as if alive, and then—just as abruptly—the sky lit up again, only to plunge back into darkness a second later. The ground beneath them trembled, and a distant, bone-shaking explosion echoed through the air, sending a shudder through the entire platform.

Padmé clutched at her chest, her heart pounding. "What... what's happening?" she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

Obi-Wan's eyes were fixed on the sky, his mind racing to make sense of the chaos. "Is that... in the sky? Or space?"

Qui-Gon's voice, usually so calm, was now edged with tension. "It's coming from above... something massive is happening out there."

Shmi, who had been silent until now, gripped the railing tightly, her knuckles white. The shock of the sudden events was etched on her face, but beneath it was a fierce determination. "This... this isn't normal. It's like the world itself is breaking apart."

Suddenly, a voice boomed through the darkened sky, carrying with it an immense, almost otherworldly power. The words echoed across the landscape with a force that seemed to shake the very fabric of reality itself.

UNKNOWN VOICE: "Scale of Dragons! Recoil! Twin Meteor! , the World... DISMANTLE!"

The group watched in awe and terror as the sky above Tatooine seemed to rip open, a massive scar tearing through the starscape. The voice's command was followed by an intense, blinding flash of light, and then—an explosion unlike anything they had ever seen or felt. The shockwave from the blast sent them reeling, struggling to stay on their feet as the very earth beneath them shook.

"What... what could do something like that?" Suzunami whispered, his voice trembling as he stared up at the sky in disbelief.

Yukinami clutched her brother's arm, her eyes wide with fear. "That power... it's beyond anything Sensei has shown us."

Even Jar Jar, who had been trying to make sense of the events, was now frozen in place, his usual nervousness replaced by sheer terror. "Mesa tinkin'... dis is big trouble. Big, BIG trouble!"

The sky above, now scarred and wounded, slowly began to heal, but the damage had been done. The scarred space was a haunting reminder of the immense power that had just been unleashed—a power that left a permanent mark on Tatooine's night sky.

Wonder of U, still hovering near the group, nodded gravely. "That was Master Satoru's power. He's engaged in a battle... but with who, and where, I do not know."

Padme gaze remained fixed on the sky, her heart filled with a mix of fear and concern. "If that was Gojo... what is he facing? What could make him use such power?"

The group exchanged looks of disbelief and growing concern. Gojo was out there, somewhere, wielding powers that defied explanation. Whatever he was facing, it was far beyond their comprehension—and it might just change everything.

Obi-Wan, his voice filled with resolve, spoke up. "We need to find him. Whatever he's facing, he shouldn't be alone."

Qui-Gon nodded, his expression grim. "Agreed. But first, we need to understand what we're dealing with. This...

Before Qui-Gon could finish his sentence, they were interrupted by the unexpected sight of Gojo approaching them. Unlike his usual sudden teleportations, this time he walked toward them with a slow, deliberate pace, his body showing clear signs of a brutal battle.

In one hand, Gojo held a small recorder. As he neared, he clicked it on, and the device played back Qui-Gon's recent words: "This is unlike anything we've ever encountered."

Then, with a faint, ironic smile on his battered face, another recording played from the device, Gojo's voice rasping out: "I think you need to change your paragraph or sentences... since you already met someone like me."

The sight of Gojo sent a wave of shock and horror through the group. He was severely wounded—four of his fingers were missing, his cheek was shredded, his throat bore deep, blade-like gashes, and there was a gaping hole where his heart should have been. Blood trickled from his wounds, but the fierce determination in Gojo's eyes remained unbroken.

The group froze, their eyes wide with disbelief at the state Gojo was in. Anakin's friends, barely able to contain their emotions, started to speak, but Qui-Gon quickly raised a hand, signaling them to stop.

"Let him rest first," Qui-Gon said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. There was an unspoken understanding that Gojo needed care, not questions.

Padmé, tears welling up in her eyes, stepped forward to support Gojo as he stumbled slightly. Obi-Wan, his earlier resolve now mixed with concern, gently placed a hand on Gojo's shoulder, helping to steady him .

 The group's alarm deepened as they took in the full extent of Gojo's injuries. The man who had always seemed invincible now stood before them, barely holding on. Shmi's voice trembled with concern as she whispered, "We need to help him... get him to safety."

But before anyone could move, Gojo suddenly made a hand seal. With a sharp, practiced motion, he summoned the Round Deer, its ethereal form materializing beside him, radiating a soft, warm glow.

The Round Deer immediately lowered its head, its antlers glowing with intense healing energy. The warmth of the light enveloped Gojo, and the group watched in awe as his wounds began to close at an accelerated rate. The deep gashes on his throat mended, the shredded flesh on his cheek regenerated, and the gaping hole in his chest gradually filled in with new tissue. Even his missing fingers began to regrow, the bones and skin knitting together seamlessly as if the injuries had never been there.

As the healing process neared completion, Gojo's breathing steadied, and the color returned to his face. The fierce determination in his eyes never wavered, but now it was underscored by an unmistakable seriousness.

Once fully healed, Gojo dismissed the Round Deer and turned to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, his voice cutting through the air with an intensity that silenced any lingering thoughts of what had just transpired. "Now Can you explain one more time about the Force? Its dark side, its power... and is there a FUCKING DARKSIDE GOD THAT YOU HAVEN'T TOLD ME ABOUT?"

The abruptness of Gojo's demand caught everyone off guard. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon exchanged a glance, each trying to gauge the other's thoughts before speaking.

Qui-Gon was the first to answer, his tone measured and deliberate. "The Force is an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together. The dark side of the Force is a perversion of this energy—corruption driven by anger, fear, and hatred. Those who fall to the dark side seek power at any cost, often at the expense of others and themselves."

Obi-Wan continued and suddenly become wise , his voice steady but tinged with concern. "There are powerful dark side users, some who might seem like gods due to their immense power. Figures like Darth Nihilus, who could consume entire planets through the dark side, or Exar Kun, who wielded ancient and forbidden Sith knowledge to bend the Force to his will. But as far as we know, there is no single 'dark side god.' The dark side itself is a pervasive and corrupting force, not an entity with a will of its own."

Gojo listened intently, his expression a mix of frustration and focus. The Jedi's words weren't aligning with what he had just experienced. A deep scowl formed on his face, and with an uncharacteristic edge to his voice, he spat out, "So you don't know bitch from the stars, huh?"

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan exchanged uneasy glances. They had no knowledge of anything like what Gojo was hinting at. The dark side, to their understanding, was a force to be reckoned with, but it had never been something that took on a conscious form beyond the individuals who wielded it.

Gojo's eyes narrowed, the tension in his posture evident as he continued, "Listen, whatever I faced out there isn't gone. It's still out here, lurking. And it's not something you want to provoke."

He turned to Suzunami and Yukinami, his voice dropping to a near whisper, filled with urgency. "Keep your cursed energy at a minimum. Very low. I don't want whatever that thing is catching any scent of us. And all of you, keep your voices down. Make no sound."

The gravity of Gojo's tone made it clear that this was no ordinary situation. The group instinctively fell silent, their earlier banter and camaraderie replaced with a tense awareness of the looming danger.

Gojo then directed his gaze at Wonder of U. "Wonder of U, guard them. Don't let anything get close."

The stand nodded, its presence almost palpable as it moved closer to the group, creating an invisible barrier of protection around

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The Encounter with Ancient Evil

It had been a routine day in Starting Grid Arena . Gojo, Padmé, and Shmi were making their way to the viewing platform when, without warning, Gojo felt a sudden, powerful force tugging at his legs. Before he could react, the ground beneath him seemed to liquefy, and he was yanked downward, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

INT. DARK DIMENSION - UNKNOWN LOCATION

The next thing Gojo knew, he was in a dark, oppressive dimension. The air was thick and heavy, as if it carried the weight of countless souls lost to despair. The ground was uneven, and the shadows seemed to twist and writhe with a life of their own.

In the middle of this nightmarish landscape stood a figure—human-sized, but far from human in appearance. The creature before him was an abomination, an unsettling blend of darkness and distorted features. Its skin was a sickly gray, stretched taut over an emaciated frame. Dark, vein-like patterns pulsed under its skin, and its eyes were hollow, glowing with a dim, malevolent light.

Its face was grotesque, with a gaping mouth that seemed too large for its head, lined with jagged, uneven teeth. Its limbs were unnaturally long and thin, ending in sharp, claw-like fingers. The creature's movements were jerky and unnatural, as if it were struggling to maintain control over its own body.

Despite its appearance, there was something tragically incomplete about it. It moved with a sort of primal aggression, but its actions lacked the intelligence or strategy that Gojo would have expected from a true threat. It was as though this spawn was merely a fragment of something far more dangerous, a small shard of a much greater evil.

The creature opened its mouth, and a low, raspy voice emanated from its depths. The words it spoke were repetitive, almost childlike in their simplicity, yet they carried a weight that hinted at a far more sinister truth.

ABELLOTH SPAWN: "I am Abeloth, Queen of the Stars... I am Abeloth, Queen of the Stars..."

Gojo, ever unfazed by the grotesque display before him, couldn't help but find humor in the creature's repetitive nature. He cocked his head to the side, a smirk forming on his lips.

GOJO: (laughing) "There's no repeater bird here, pal."

With that, Gojo moved faster than the eye could see, his fist enveloped in black, crackling energy. In an instant, he delivered a devastating Black Flash directly to the creature's throat. The impact was so intense that it silenced the spawn mid-sentence, its voice cut off with a choked, gurgling sound.

The force of the blow left the spawn reeling. Unlike a true threat, it had no means of regenerating from such a precise and powerful attack. It staggered back, its twisted form beginning to falter as the black energy coursed through it, destabilizing whatever malevolent force had given it form.

But even in its weakened state, the spawn was not entirely defenseless. With a final, desperate act, it lashed out at Gojo with one of its elongated claws. The strike was wild and uncoordinated, but it found its mark, plunging deep into Gojo's chest, piercing his heart.

Gojo's eyes widened slightly in surprise as the pain shot through him, but his expression quickly returned to one of focused determination. He could feel the life-threatening wound, the dark energy of the creature's attack seeping into his body. But Gojo, being who he was, refused to let this be the end.

Drawing on his vast reserves of cursed energy, Gojo immediately reinforced the area around his heart, slowing the bleeding to a trickle. He could feel the dark energy attempting to spread, but he countered it with his own power, isolating the damage. In the same moment, he began to manually pump his heart using cursed energy, keeping himself alive despite the severe injury.

GOJO: (smirking through the pain) "Nice try... but it's going to take a lot more than that to take me down."

As Gojo stood there, holding off the dark energy with his cursed techniques, he couldn't help but analyze the situation. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. How had this creature managed to bypass his Infinity barrier? It wasn't that his technique had failed—it was as if the Infinity itself hadn't recognized the attack as a threat.

GOJO: (grimacing) "The bitch managed to bypass my Infinity barrier… No, that's not it. The Infinity didn't recognize it as an attack. What a pain in the ass."

He briefly lost himself in thought, replaying the encounter in his mind, trying to pinpoint the exact moment his defenses had been breached. But before he could come to any solid conclusions, a sudden, overwhelming surge of dark side energy flooded the space around him.

The energy was unlike anything Gojo had felt before—raw, chaotic, and suffocating. It was as if the very air around him was being crushed under the weight of pure malice. The power bore down on him with the intensity of a Domain Expansion, but this was something different, something far more ancient and sinister.

GOJO: (muttering to himself) "This… this is similar to a Domain Expansion, but… Damn it, I'm an idiot! I didn't pull a simple domain—fuck!"

The realization hit him like a freight train. He had been so focused on countering the immediate threat that he hadn't deployed his own Domain Expansion to counter the overwhelming dark side energy. The dark energy began to seep into his body, overpowering his defenses, and for the first time in a long while, Gojo felt the genuine threat of being sealed.

Panic started to set in, but Gojo was nothing if not resourceful. As the dark energy continued to flood his body, pushing him closer and closer to the brink, he made a desperate decision. Retreating into his own consciousness, he prepared to do something that went against every instinct he had.

He was about to make the worst binding vow in history.

GOJO: (grimly) "I don't have a choice… I have to survive this. Even if it means making the worst binding vow in history."

In his deep subconscious, Gojo found himself standing before a place he had rarely dared to visit—a dark, oppressive realm within his mind where Mahoraga, the fearsome shikigami, was sealed. The void around him was vast and endless, an inky blackness that seemed to stretch on for eternity, swallowing all light and hope.

As Gojo ventured deeper, the weight of the dark side energy pressed down on him, a constant reminder of the stakes he faced. But even that malevolent force seemed to pale in comparison to the presence he was approaching.

In the center of this abyss, Mahoraga was sealed within a massive, ancient stone circle. The circle was etched with intricate, runic symbols, glowing faintly with a sickly green light. Strings of cursed energy, thick and unyielding, wrapped around Mahoraga's massive form, holding it in place with an almost suffocating grip. The creature's body was a monstrous blend of humanoid and otherworldly elements, with a muscular frame draped in tattered robes. Mahoraga's head was featureless, save for a gaping maw filled with rows of sharp, jagged teeth—a visage that was both terrifying and inhuman.

Above Mahoraga's head, spinning with an ominous hum, was the enormous Dharma Wheel. This dark, metallic construct was etched with ancient, cursed symbols that pulsed with an energy of their own. The wheel was a manifestation of Mahoraga's adaptive powers—the ability to overcome and evolve past any ability it encountered.

Gojo stood before the sealed beast, feeling the intensity of its presence, even though its body was bound by the cursed strings. Mahoraga couldn't speak, but its eerie, toothy grin communicated a deep, seething dissatisfaction. Gojo knew exactly what he needed, and what Mahoraga demanded in return.

GOJO: (gritting his teeth) "I want your Dharma Wheel. Either that, or we both die here."

Mahoraga's grin grew wider, its body tensing as it considered the proposition. But Gojo could sense the creature's desire—it wanted more. Mahoraga was not content with a simple exchange; it demanded something greater, something that would bind Gojo to it in an irreversible way.

Gojo instinctively knew what Mahoraga wanted: in the event of a subjugation ritual, if Mahoraga was ever to be summoned and brought under control, it wanted the right to deliver the first blow—an unrestrained, lethal strike against its summoner.

A grin spread across Gojo's face, wild and fearless. He knew the danger, the sheer insanity of what he was about to agree to, but there was no other way out of this. And if anyone could survive Mahoraga's first blow, it was him.

GOJO: (grinning) "Very well. If you want the first blow, you can have it. You can blow off my head if you want to, on the first subjugation."

Mahoraga's grin widened with malevolent satisfaction as the ancient strings around its form began to loosen, the binding runes flickering as the agreement was struck. The Dharma Wheel above its head spun faster, its cursed energy merging with Gojo's own. The pact was made, and with it, a new and dangerous power was unlocked.

As the pact was sealed, Gojo felt a surge of energy flow through him, far more potent and volatile than anything he had ever experienced. The strings around Mahoraga began to dissolve, the ancient runes that held it flickering and fading into the void. The Dharma Wheel, now freed, spun with an intense, almost violent speed above Mahoraga's head before detaching and slowly floating towards Gojo.

The wheel, dark and metallic suddenly turn gold , emitted a low hum that resonated through the void, filling the space with a palpable sense of power. As it approached, Gojo could feel its energy merging with his own, a dangerous, symbiotic connection being forged.

Suddenly, the wheel latched onto Gojo, hovering just above his head, and began to spin rapidly, adapting to the dark side energy that had overwhelmed him. The sound of the wheel spinning was accompanied by a rhythmic clank, clank, clank, as if it was fine-tuning itself to the overwhelming power of the force trying to consume him.

With each rotation, Gojo felt his body and cursed energy aligning with the power of the Dharma Wheel. The adaptive capabilities of Mahoraga were now at his disposal, and he could feel the wheel processing the dark side energy, analyzing it, and slowly beginning to counteract its effects.

The oppressive weight that had been bearing down on him lifted slightly, and Gojo could sense the dark energy struggling to maintain its hold. The Dharma Wheel was doing its job—adapting, evolving, and pushing back against the force that had nearly destroyed him.

Gojo grinned, feeling the strength returning to his body, the hole in his chest slowly beginning to close as his cursed energy regenerated. The situation had shifted; he was no longer on the brink of defeat. He had made a deal with a dangerous force, but in doing so, he had gained the upper hand.

GOJO: (muttering to himself) "Looks like you've got some use after all…"

The wheel continued to spin above his head, its speed increasing as it fully adapted to the dark side energy, nullifying its effects. Gojo's body, though still battered, was healing rapidly, the regenerative power of the wheel mending his wounds with frightening efficiency.

Now fully stabilized, Gojo turned his attention back to the task at hand. The dark side energy was still present, but it no longer posed an immediate threat. With the Dharma Wheel's power at his disposal, Gojo was ready to face whatever came next.

GOJO: (smirking) "this is going to be interesting , 'Queen of the Stars.'"