The Cruel Aftermath

6000 words at next wednesday i will post again

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—"

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 ( abeloth trapped in DE shadow garden temporariry ) , only to plunge back into darkness a second later. The ground beneath them trembled, and a distant, bone-shaking explosion ( open flame arrow used by gojo ) 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, the sky turned a deep, ominous red ( side effect of malevolent shrine due to its range 4 km ), as if the very space were bleeding. The entire atmosphere was bathed in the crimson light, casting everything in an eerie, blood-red hue.

Padmé's eyes widened in horror. "Is... is the sky turning red?"

Kitster, staring up at the sky in disbelief, nodded slowly. "It's like the sky itself is bleeding... What could be causing this?"

Amee clung to Shmi, her voice trembling with fear. "This isn't natural... it can't be."

Wald, usually more carefree, was visibly shaken. "It's like something's up there, doing this. But what could be powerful enough to change the sky like that?"

Seek, Anakin's quiet but observant friend, finally spoke up, his voice shaky. "Whatever it is, it's not something we should be messing with... This is way beyond anything we've ever seen."

Qui-Gon closed his eyes, reaching out with the Force. His expression grew more serious as he sensed something malevolent, something evil. "There's a darkness up there... something beyond anything we've faced before."

The group stood in stunned silence, staring up at the crimson sky, knowing that whatever was happening, it was only the beginning of something far more dangerous and terrifying.

Suddenly, a voice boomed through the crimson 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.

"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 Tatooine remained scarred, the permanent mark of the tremendous power Gojo had unleashed. The group continued to stare in disbelief, the sense of awe and fear gripping them as they tried to comprehend the magnitude of what had just occurred.

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."

Padmé's 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..."

Suddenly, something from outer space landed near the platform with a force that shook the ground—a superhero landing, powerful and commanding. It was Gojo. As he landed, the sky above them darkened once more ( due to dismissing malevolent shrine ) , as if the very space were reacting to his presence.

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 could only stare in stunned silence as Gojo stood before them, the weight of his injuries and the battle he had just endured evident in every movement. The power he had unleashed had left its mark not only on the sky but on his own body as well.

As Gojo slowly approached the group, the weight of his injuries visible with every step, both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan found themselves momentarily lost in thought. The sight of someone as powerful as Gojo, suffering such lethal wounds yet still managing to smile and joke, was both inspiring and unsettling.

Qui-Gon, always the sage, couldn't help but marvel at Gojo's resilience. A man who can endure so much and still find the strength to smile… he thought. It's both inspiring and utterly insane. But it's also what makes him truly remarkable. He's willing to push beyond the limits, even when those limits would break anyone else.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, was more struck by the sheer audacity of it all. He's standing there, half dead, and he's still got that smirk on his face… It's crazy, but it's also what makes him who he is. The kind of person who won't let anything—pain, injury, or even death—slow him down.

As Padmé looked at Gojo, her thoughts raced, Gojo... what happened to him? Who was he fighting to suffer such wounds? The sight of him, battered and bloodied, filled her with both gratitude and fear. She had witnessed him perform miracles, turning the tide against their enemies with ease, but seeing him like this made the reality of his battles stark and undeniable.

Her voice wavered as she stepped closer, unable to keep the concern from her words. "You've done so much… You need to rest."

Gojo's smile, though weakened, didn't fade. He could see the concern in Padmé's eyes, the debt she felt she owed him for everything he had done. But instead of answering directly, he simply played another recording from his device, accompanied by a reassuring hand gesture. The words were simple but clear: "I'm fine."

But before anyone could react, Shmi stepped forward, her motherly instincts overriding any hesitation. Despite Gojo's insistence that he was fine, she began to bandage the wounds on his former four fingers—practical, immediate care that she knew was within her ability to provide. Shmi's gentle touch and the care in her eyes spoke volumes, and Gojo, despite his usual bravado, allowed her to tend to him.

"It's the least I can do," Shmi said quietly as she wrapped the bandages. "You've done so much for us. Let me help in the way I know how."

Gojo didn't resist, understanding that sometimes, letting others care for him was just as important as being strong. And as Shmi worked, the rest of the group watched, their earlier fear slowly giving way to a deep respect for the man who had fought so hard for them, and who continued to fight despite the odds.

Suddenly a message from Jabba the Hutt, translated through a droid, interrupted the tense silence. The droid's mechanical voice carried the urgency of the Huttese ruler's words.

JABBA (through translator droid): "Gojo, are Tatooine still safe? If not, we can cancel th—"

Before Jabba could finish, another recording from Gojo played, this one more forceful and determined: "No, continue the race. In the remaining five minutes that you gave us to prepare, the sky that has gone dark... I shall make it shine bright again."

The recording paused briefly, and then Gojo's voice ( actually its just another recording but he is lipsing ) , calm yet commanding, added, "But stay silent. The enemy is still out there."

The crowd, which had been on edge since the sky turned dark and the tattonie shook, began to ease. Gojo's words, despite his battered state, brought a sense of reassurance to those who heard them. Yet, a lingering caution remained, for they all knew that whatever had caused this chaos was still at large.

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out from the spectator seats. It was Watto, the Toydarian junk dealer, who had always had a penchant for causing trouble. He hovered above the crowd, his wings buzzing furiously as he mocked Gojo.

WATTO (in Huttese): "Ya see da, punyoo? Aki nah guh paw? Him warra, kay-eh-see!"

(English Subtitles): "Did you see that, everyone? Someone as strong as him can be wounded! I was—"

Before Watto could finish his sentence, the crowd erupted in anger. Dozens of spectators turned their blasters on him, their faces twisted with fury.

CROWD 1: "You mock our savior? After all he's done?"

CROWD 2 : "Gojo said the enemy is still out there! You should shut up and show some respect!"

Watto, realizing his mistake, quickly fell silent, his usual bravado vanishing as the blasters were pointed directly at him. He hovered nervously, glancing around at the furious faces surrounding him, and slowly backed away, trying to avoid further trouble.

As Gojo stood near the platform, his battered form a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan exchanged concerned glances. Both Jedi had been prepared to offer first aid, knowing full well the severity of the wounds Gojo had sustained. They each carried a medpac in their bags, a standard first aid kit in the galaxy, and realized that Gojo might not be able to summon his usual healing shikigami, the round deer, due to the loss of his fingers.

Acting quickly, they moved towards Gojo, intent on at least mending some of his wounds. But before they could reach him, Gojo raised both his hand, stopping them in their tracks. With a faint smile, he summoned the Dharma Wheel. The familiar sound of it spinning—CLANK CLANK—echoed through the air, a harbinger of the power it was about to unleash.

The moment the wheel began to spin, a surge of cursed energy enveloped Gojo's body. The healing process was nothing short of miraculous, a testament to the adaptive powers of the Dharma Wheel. The gaping hole in his chest, where his heart should have been, began to close almost instantly. The shredded flesh of his cheek knitted back together with incredible speed, leaving no trace of the deep gashes that had marred his face. His throat, once bearing deep, blade-like wounds, healed seamlessly, the skin restoring itself to its original, unblemished state.

Even the four fingers that had been severed began to regenerate, the bones and tendons reconnecting with precision before the skin reformed around them, as if they had never been lost. Within moments, Gojo's body was restored to full health, the only evidence of his earlier injuries being the faintest trace of blood that had already dried on his skin.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, who had been prepared to help, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of awe and relief. The sight of Gojo's near-instantaneous healing left them momentarily speechless, but the presence of the unknown enemy kept them cautious.

Qui-Gon, his voice low to avoid drawing attention, murmured, "It's fortunate that Gojo can heal himself. We might not have been able to do much for wounds like those."

Obi-Wan, equally quiet but unable to hide his amazement, added with a wry smile, "Looks like there's nothing you can't heal on your own now, Gojo. At this rate, you might not even need that round deer anymore."

As Gojo's body finished its rapid healing, he remained standing near the platform, his expression a blend of intensity and purpose. The once ragged and brutal wounds had vanished, leaving him as if untouched by the fierce battle he had just endured. The Dharma Wheel above him slowed its spinning, the sound of its final CLANK echoing softly before fading into the desert air.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, still processing what they had witnessed, exchanged a glance, their relief evident yet tinged with the weight of what lay ahead. They could see that Gojo was back at full strength, but the gravity of the situation had not lessened.

Gojo's eyes, sharp and focused, shifted to the two Jedi. Despite the seriousness of the moment, there was a hint of a smile on his lips—one that held both reassurance and a warning. His voice, though calm, carried an unmistakable edge of authority.

"After all this," Gojo said, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "we have a lot we're going to talk about."

The statement hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken implications of what had transpired and what was yet to come. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan nodded in understanding, recognizing that this was not merely a suggestion but an inevitability.

As Gojo's gaze shifted, he noticed Anakin standing at a distance, watching everything with wide eyes. The boy's expression was a mix of awe, confusion, and something deeper—something that Gojo could sense but knew wasn't the time to address fully. Anakin's connection to the Force was strong, and his potential was immense, but this was not the moment to delve into those complexities.

Gojo raised a hand, making a subtle but firm gesture for silence. Anakin, understanding the unspoken command, nodded slightly, his curiosity momentarily subdued by the intensity in Gojo's eyes.

With the immediate danger seemingly passed, Gojo's mind was already turning to the next steps. The battle might have ended, but the war—both external and internal—was far from over. The group around him sensed it too, the quiet before the storm, as they prepared themselves for whatever lay ahead.

As Suzunami, who had been watching from the platform, saw the state Gojo was in and sensed the gravity of the situation, he made a decision. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, determined to stand by his sensei.

Gojo caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to face Suzunami. His gaze, though calm, carried a weight of concern. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Gojo's voice was firm, the underlying message clear. "This problem is beyond anything you've ever encountered, even for a prodigy like you."

Suzunami, undeterred by the warning, met Gojo's eyes with a look of unwavering resolve. His expression was a mirror of the tenacity and courage that had always defined him—qualities that reminded Gojo of another young sorcerer he once knew.

"Sensei," Suzunami began, his voice steady despite the tension in the air, "I'm not afraid of facing things beyond my understanding. If there's one thing you've taught me, it's that running away isn't the answer. Besides, I've got your back. We're in this together, right?"

There was something about Suzunami's words, the way he delivered them with that characteristic mix of determination and optimism, that struck a chord with Gojo. It was almost as if he was hearing a younger version of himself, or perhaps someone else—someone who had that same fierce drive to protect others, no matter the odds.

Gojo's stern expression softened, just slightly. He recognized that fire in Suzunami, and while he knew the dangers that lay ahead, he also knew that trying to stop someone with that kind of spirit was pointless. After all, it was that very same spirit that had carried Gojo through countless battles, both in the world he knew and in this strange new galaxy.

"Alright, Suzunami," Gojo finally said, a hint of a smile playing at the edges of his lips. "But remember—this isn't just about strength. You've got to be smart, too. Stick close, and don't do anything reckless."

Suzunami nodded, his grin wide and full of determination. "You got it, Sensei. Let's show them what we're made of."

Gojo gave Suzunami a nod in return, the bond between teacher and student solidified in that moment. They both knew the path ahead was fraught with danger, but with each other's support, they were ready to face whatever came next.

Suddenly, Yukinami stepped forward, her usually reserved demeanor replaced by a playful smirk. "So, you're giving up on trying to stop him, Sensei?" she teased, casting a sidelong glance at her brother.

Gojo chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "You too, Yukinami?" he asked, his tone mockingly exasperated. "I suppose someone's gotta be around to reverse curse technique him when he inevitably does something reckless, right?"

Suzunami laughed, unfazed by his sister's jab. "Hey, I'm not that reckless!" he protested, though the grin on his face betrayed his amusement.

Gojo sighed theatrically, looking between the two siblings. "Alright, alright. But if both of you are coming, you'd better be ready."

As Gojo prepared to move forward with Suzunami and Yukinami by his side, he suddenly noticed the rest of his group—the Jedi, Padmé, Anakin's friends—all of them stepping forward, clearly intent on joining as well.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, then quickly held up a hand. "Whoa, hold on there," he said, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "This is a teacher-student moment. Not exactly a place for outsiders, don't you think?"

The group paused, exchanging glances as they registered Gojo's playful yet firm tone. There was a lightness in his words, but also a clear message—this was something that he needed to handle with his students, a test of their resolve and strength.

Qui-Gon, ever the wise one, gave a small nod of understanding. "We'll hold back for now," he said, his voice calm and composed. "But if you need us, we won't be far."

Obi-Wan, with a smirk, added, "We'll give you your moment, Gojo. Just don't go stealing all the glory."

Padmé smiled, though there was a hint of worry in her eyes. "Take care of them and yourself , Gojo. We'll be here if you need us."

Gojo waved them off with a casual hand, his grin never fading. "I'll do more than that. Just sit tight and watch how it's done."

With that, Gojo turned back to his students, the playful mockery gone, replaced by a steely determination. This was their moment, their challenge to face together. And as far as Gojo was concerned, it was going to be one fun trip that they would remember.

Suddenly, a dark portal materialized beneath them, its edges swirling with an ominous energy that crackled with the unmistakable presence of the dark side. Before any of them could react, the portal expanded, pulling Gojo, Suzunami, and Yukinami into its depths.

They found themselves in a strange, almost surreal space—a place that seemed to exist between dimensions. The air was thick with darkside of the force , but something else was mingled with it—an oppressive, dark force that radiated malevolence. The space around them was filled with pulsating, fleshy tendrils, almost like the womb of a growing abomination. At its center, they could feel the presence of a spawn, not yet fully formed but already emanating a faint, similar to domain expansion.

Gojo's eyes narrowed as he assessed their situation. The atmosphere was heavy with the impending threat, but instead of panic, Gojo's mind whirred with ideas. A grin spread across his face as a plan began to take shape.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a little detour," Gojo said, his voice laced with excitement. "But this could be a great opportunity."

Suzunami and Yukinami exchanged confused glances, not quite understanding what their sensei was getting at.

Gojo turned to them, the grin on his face widening. "How about a crash course in domains? I'll teach you the basics while we're here. Consider it a hands-on lesson. We'll fight, and I'll protect you with my Domain Expansion if things get too dicey."

The siblings' eyes widened in surprise and excitement. The idea of learning about domains—one of the most advanced techniques in jujutsu sorcery—was both thrilling and terrifying. But with Gojo by their side, they felt ready to take on the challenge.

"Domains?" Suzunami asked, his voice filled with awe. "Here? Now?"

Gojo nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Yeah. What better place to learn than in the heat of battle? We'll take on whatever's growing in here, and I'll show you how to harness the power of a domain. It's not going to be easy, but I'm confident you two are up for it."

Yukinami, though usually more cautious, felt a surge of adrenaline. "We're ready, Sensei. Show us what to do."

Gojo's grin turned fierce. "That's the spirit. Stick close to me, and let's turn this twisted place into our training ground."

As they prepared to face the unknown threat, Gojo could feel the energy of the Malevolent Shrine beginning to stir within him. He knew that the real battle would be intense, but he was ready to guide his students through it—teaching them not just how to fight, but how to truly harness the power of a domain.

But before he could fully focus on the task at hand, Sukuna's voice echoed in his mind, dripping with dark amusement.

"Teaching more brats in an enemy's territory, huh?" Sukuna chuckled. "That's exactly what I would do. Reckless, but oh, so entertaining."

Gojo's grin widened, unfazed by Sukuna's mocking tone. "Well, it's nice to know we're on the same page for once," he mentally retorted, his voice tinged with playful defiance.

Sukuna's laughter reverberated in Gojo's mind, a sinister sound that seemed to resonate with the dark energy around them. "Just don't get them killed too quickly, brat. I'm curious to see how they handle a real fight."

Gojo rolled his eyes internally but couldn't help the slight smirk that tugged at his lips. "Don't worry. They're tougher than they look. And besides, this is the perfect place to see if they've got what it takes."

With Sukuna's amused presence lingering in his thoughts, Gojo refocused on the task at hand. This twisted space, teeming with dark energy and the presence of an unborn spawn, was about to become their battlefield—and their classroom.

"Alright, you two," Gojo said,

As the oppressive energy of the unborn spawn grew stronger, Gojo knew he had to act fast. The malevolent presence was trying to assert its dominance, its nascent domain beginning to form around them. If left unchecked, it could overwhelm them with its guaranteed effects.

But Gojo wasn't about to let that happen.

"Watch closely," Gojo said to Suzunami and Yukinami, his voice steady and confident. "I'm going to show you how to turn the tide in your favor, even in enemy territory."

With a swift motion, Gojo extended his hand, summoning his Simple Domain. The familiar energy crackled to life around him, expanding outward as wide as he could make it. The boundaries of his Simple Domain spread across the twisted space, creating a protective barrier that negated the guaranteed hit effect of the spawn's growing domain.

The atmosphere within the domain shifted instantly. The oppressive weight of the enemy's influence was pushed back, leaving a more neutral ground where Gojo's skill and strategy could shine. The air felt different—lighter, yet charged with the anticipation of the battle to come.

Suzunami and Yukinami watched in awe as Gojo's Simple Domain took form. They could feel the difference it made, the way it counteracted the enemy's overwhelming presence.

"This is a Simple Domain," Gojo explained, his voice calm and instructive even as the tension mounted. "It's not as powerful as a full domain, but it's perfect for situations like this. It nullifies the guaranteed hits of an opponent's domain, giving you a fighting chance. Use it wisely, and you can level the playing field."

The siblings nodded, absorbing the lesson with a mixture of excitement and determination. They could feel the protective aura of Gojo's domain, and it gave them the confidence they needed to face whatever was coming.

As the Simple Domain stabilized, Gojo's eyes narrowed, focusing on the center of the twisted space where the spawn's presence was strongest. The malevolent energy of the spawn pulsed, trying to break through the protective barrier that Gojo had erected. But Gojo wasn't just thinking of defense—he saw this as a perfect teaching moment.

"Now, I want you two to try it," Gojo instructed, his voice firm but encouraging. "Even if it's small, creating your own Simple Domain could make all the difference. Start by focusing on your cursed energy, and let it flow outwards. Visualize it forming a barrier around you, like a shield."

Suzunami, ever eager and determined, was the first to attempt it. He closed his eyes, drawing on his cursed energy, his expression one of intense concentration. Slowly, a faint shimmer of energy began to form around him, flickering like a weak flame. It was unstable, but it was there—a small Simple Domain, barely a few feet in diameter, but enough to show that he was on the right track.

Gojo observed with a nod of approval. "Good, Suzunami. Keep it steady. Remember, it's not about size right now; it's about control and stability."

Yukinami, more cautious by nature, hesitated for a moment before following her brother's lead. She focused her energy, letting it flow outward as Gojo had instructed. Her Simple Domain began to form, smaller and weaker than Suzunami's, but present nonetheless. The protective barrier flickered uncertainly, but Yukinami's determination kept it from dissipating entirely.

"That's it, Yukinami," Gojo encouraged, his voice carrying a note of pride. "Even the smallest domain can tip the scales in a fight like this. Keep practicing, and you'll be able to expand and strengthen it over time."

The siblings exchanged glances, their confidence bolstered by Gojo's guidance. They could feel the difference their efforts were making—the oppressive force of the spawn's domain was now being actively countered by their own growing abilities. But Gojo knew they needed to understand the true danger they were facing.

"If you ever come across enemies like this," Gojo advised, his tone serious and instructive, "you must activate your Simple Domain immediately. The guaranteed hits within a full domain are extremely dangerous."

Yukinami, her curiosity piqued but also tinged with concern, asked, "Dangerous? What kind of dangerous?"

Gojo didn't answer right away. Instead, he summoned a white shikigami dog from the shadows—a familiar presence to his students, but now a tool for demonstration. The dog stood obediently by Gojo's side, its white fur almost glowing against the darkened surroundings.

"Watch carefully," Gojo instructed as he ordered the dog to step outside the protective barrier of the Simple Domain.

The moment the white dog crossed the boundary, an invisible force seemed to grip it from every direction. The siblings watched in horror as the dog was suddenly crushed by this unseen power, its form twisted and compressed as if caught in a vice. The force was relentless, and within moments, the shikigami was destroyed, dissolving into nothingness.

"Like that," Gojo said, his voice cold and matter-of-fact. "That's the kind of dangerous I'm talking about. In a full domain, any attack that's aimed at you is guaranteed to hit, no matter what. If you don't have a Simple Domain to counter it, you're at the mercy of your opponent."

Yukinami's eyes widened, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "So... as long as we're in the enemy's domain, we'll be hit no matter what we do?"

Gojo nodded. "Exactly. That's why you need to master the Simple Domain. It won't give you a guaranteed hit, but it will protect you from theirs. It's your best defense when you're outmatched or outnumbered."

Suzunami, though shaken by the demonstration, felt a renewed sense of determination. "We'll get stronger, Sensei. We'll master it."

Gojo's smile widened as his usual confidence returned, and he prepared to take the lesson to the next level. "Good. Because the next time you face something like this, you won't have the luxury of learning on the fly. You'll need to act fast, and you'll need to be ready."

His tone shifted, becoming more intense as he continued, "Now, I'm going to show you something important. If you're ever stuck inside your opponent's domain but you have a Domain Expansion of your own, you can make it clash with theirs. But remember, your domain has to be more refined than your enemy's, or you won't stand a chance."

Before Suzunami and Yukinami could fully process his words, the unborn spawn, sensing the threat, lashed out at Gojo. Dark tendrils shot toward him with terrifying speed, aiming to overwhelm him before he could act.

But just as the tendrils were about to strike, they froze in mid-air, unable to move any closer to Gojo. The air around him grew thick with tension as he slowly raised his hand, his voice dropping to a menacing tone.

"Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine."

In an instant, the world around them transformed. The oppressive energy of the spawn's domain was drowned out by a surge of overwhelming power as Gojo unleashed his Domain Expansion. The space twisted and reshaped itself into a massive, dark fortress—a towering behind Gojo , malevolent shrine that seemed to stretch out for miles, its ominous presence suffocating everything within its reach.

The tendrils that had once threatened Gojo disintegrated in the face of his domain, their power completely nullified. The shrine's influence extended across the entire battlefield, casting everything in a dark, foreboding light. The very air seemed to hum with cursed energy, a stark reminder of the immense power Gojo wielded.

"This," Gojo said, his voice echoing through the shrine, "is the difference between a Simple Domain and a Domain Expansion. When two domains clash, the stronger, more refined one wins. And in here, I control everything."

The spawn, once so menacing and powerful, now found itself completely overpowered. The energy it had been building up was swallowed by the Malevolent Shrine, leaving it vulnerable and exposed. Gojo's domain had not just neutralized the threat; it had completely dominated it.

Suzunami and Yukinami watched in awe as their Sensei's power unfolded before them. The lesson was clear: mastery of domain techniques wasn't just about defense—it was about complete and total control.

"Remember this," Gojo said, his voice steady and commanding. "In a battle of domains, the one with the stronger will, the more refined technique, wins. If you're ever in a situation like this, don't hesitate. Unleash everything you've got, and don't stop until you're the one left standing."

Suddenly, Suzunami's eyes widened as a realization dawned on him. "Sensei... are you using Sukuna's techniques?"

Gojo nodded, a slight grin forming on his lips. "Yes, I've gained Sukuna's techniques."

Without hesitation, Gojo turned his attention to the weakened spawn. "Cleave!" he declared, his voice resonating with power. A devastating slash of cursed energy shot forth, cleaving the spawn into bits with surgical precision. The creature, once so threatening, was reduced to nothing in the blink of an eye.

As the last remnants of the spawn disintegrated, Gojo added with a hint of amusement, "Aren't you going to introduce yourself, Sukuna?"

In response, a mouth suddenly opened on Gojo's cheek, grinning wickedly. Sukuna's voice, dripping with arrogance and dark humor, echoed through the space. "Well, well, well... What do we have here? More brats to witness my glory? Don't get too comfortable, because if you think I'm here to play nice, you're sorely mistaken."

The sudden appearance of Sukuna's mouth startled Suzunami and Yukinami, but they quickly regained their composure, understanding that this was part of the new reality they faced with Gojo.

Gojo, still grinning, responded casually, "I'd expect nothing less from you, Sukuna. But for now, let's just focus on what's ahead.

As Suzunami opened his mouth to respond, Gojo's attention was suddenly drawn to something glimmering amidst the remains of the Abeloth spawn. His eyes narrowed as he noticed a strange cup filled with a dark, viscous liquid. Intrigued, he approached it cautiously, sensing that this was no ordinary substance.

In his mind, Gojo began forming a theory. "This vessel… it looks like the Abeloth or at least Abeloth first vessel was trying to create a second one , like a clone. This black goo must be some kind of nexus for what they call the dark side of the Force. But I killed it before it could reform."

As he thought this through, a grin crept onto his face, and he chuckled inwardly. "Maybe I should ask the Jedi what the Force and the dark side of the Force really are. It's about time I learned."

Sukuna, never one to miss an opportunity to mock, sneered within Gojo's mind. "The strongest, listening to the weak? How the mighty have fallen."

Gojo, unfazed, knew that the dark liquid needed to be dealt with. If left alone, the skies above Tatooine would likely remain dark, and the threat could return. He decided to get rid of it in a way that only he could.

"Time to go, buddy," Gojo muttered, creating a teleportation circle seal around the cup. With a quick movement, the cup, along with the dark liquid, was transported to Gallo Mountain on Naboo—his hidden laboratory, where he could safely experiment without endangering anyone else.

As the teleportation completed, Gojo straightened up, his grin returning. "Now, let's see what I can learn from this," he mused, already thinking ahead to the possibilities the dark substance could hold.

Sukuna, lurking within Gojo, couldn't help but laugh. "You're more twisted than I thought. Experimenting with the darkness? You might just be as crazy as me."

Gojo simply smiled, his mind already racing with new ideas. The battle might have been over, but the journey was just beginning—and he was ready to face whatever came next.