Shiny Eyes Takes The Spotlight

With a sudden burst of light as the figure from the shattered Prison Realm shot upward, slicing through the smoke and ruin like a comet through the dark.

The silhouette resolved into Gojo Satoru, his white hair catching the faint flicker of the city's dying lights, his blindfold gone, and his piercing blue eyes wide with a rare flicker of shock as he hovered high above the chaos.

He stretched his arms with a slow roll of his shoulders, the crack of his joints echoing faintly, but his gaze was locked downward, scanning the ruins until it landed on a figure he hadn't expected to see—ever again.

Toji's sharp green eyes glinted with reckless intent as he cracked his neck with a loud pop, his feral grin splitting his face as he watched Gojo descend, landing lightly a few meters away in a swirl of dust. 

"Well, well, look who finally crawled outta his little box," 

Toji barked, his voice rough with mockery as he spun Playful Cloud lazily.

"Didn't think I'd have to bust you out like some damsel, Goji—guess death didn't stick, huh?"

Gojo froze mid-stretch, one arm still raised as his blue eyes narrowed, his usual cocky grin faltering into a stunned blink. "Wait… Toji?!" 

His voice hitched, a mix of disbelief and exasperation as he lowered his arms, his head tilting as if trying to process the sight. "You're supposed to be dead! What the hell is happening today, first that guy looking like Geto, now you?"

"Wait, you are ---- Man, it's actually you, did you claw your way outta Hell just to annoy me again?" 

He rubbed the back of his neck, his tone shifting from shock to a grudging smirk as he regained his footing, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Man, I knew you were stubborn, but this is next-level clingy."

Toji snorted, his smirk widening as he leaned forward, his voice dripping with taunt.

"Yeah, yeah, cry me a river, pretty boy—Hell spat me back out 'cause I was too much fun. Took me breakin' that toy to wake you up from your beauty sleep—should've left you snoozin' in there."

He jerked his head at the shattered Prison Realm fragments, his tone sharp with mockery. "What's the matter, big shot—thought I'd let you hog the spotlight forever?"

Gojo chuckled, shaking off the last of his shock as he cracked his knuckles, his grin returning full force as he stretched his arms overhead with an exaggerated groan. 

"Hog the spotlight? Nah, I just figured you'd stay buried—guess I underestimated your knack for crashin' my naps." 

His voice lilted with sarcasm as he waved a hand dismissively, his blue eyes flicking to Mahoraga with casual interest. 

"So, what's this—your new playmate? Cute—does it roll over for you?"

Before Toji could fire back, Mahoraga's snapped at Gojo as it lunged—a sudden, earth-shaking charge that cracked the pavement beneath its massive feet, its golden blade slashing downward in a blinding arc aimed to cleave him in half. 

Gojo's eyes widened for a split second, his grin faltering as he moved—his Infinity flaring as he sidestepped with effortless grace, the blade halting inches from his chest, stopped by the invisible barrier. 

"Whoa there, buddy," he said, his tone shifting to mock cheer as he tilted his head, hands slipping into his pockets. "No need to get all jealous—I'm fresh outta that box, give me a sec to stretch!"

Toji barked a rough laugh, leaning against a broken wall as he watched, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Toji barked a rough laugh, stepping back as Mahoraga swung again, its blade a golden streak that cratered the pavement.

"He's just mad you crashed the party—quit dodgin' and hit him already!" But his grin faded, his voice cutting through with sudden urgency. 

"Oi, Gojo brat—serious now. That wheel spins eight times, it'll adapt to your Infinity. Every hit you block speeds it up—one-shot him quick or you're done!"

Gojo's smirk vanished, his blue eyes flicking to the wheel—two rotations now—as Mahoraga's blade slashed again, slamming into his Infinity with a thunderous boom. 

The barrier held, but he felt the strain, a faint ripple pulsing through it.

"Adapt to my Infinity?" 

he muttered, his voice dropping to a low, steely edge as he straightened, hands leaving his pockets. 

"Well, that's a problem we can't have—guess I'll have to get serious."

His cursed energy flared, a blue aura crackling around him as he cracked his knuckles, his eyes locking onto Mahoraga with a cold, calculating glint.

Mahoraga roared—a guttural bellow that shook Shibuya's bones—as it charged, its blade a golden tempest that tore through a ruined car, the metal screeching as it split apart in a shower of sparks. Gojo raised a hand, his fingers curling as he unleashed Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue. 

A sphere of blue light flared to life, distorting the air as it shot forward, pulling Mahoraga's massive frame toward it with a gravitational yank. The beast stumbled, its blade slashing wildly as it fought the pull, the wheel spun as it roared in defiance.

Toji's voice cut through, rough and terse. "That's one spin—quit messin' around, Satoru!" 

He leaned against a broken wall, Playful Cloud tapping his shoulder as he watched, his grin sharp with anticipation.

Gojo didn't reply, his focus razor-sharp as he darted forward, the blue sphere collapsing with a crack that cratered the ground beneath Mahoraga, forcing it to stagger. 

Its blade swung again, a golden arc that slammed into his Infinity, the wheel hitting four as the impact rocked him back, cracks splitting the pavement under his feet.

"Two," Gojo said, his voice low as he raised both hands, his cursed energy surging.

"Let's speed this up." He snapped his fingers, unleashing Cursed Technique Reversal: Red. A red orb flared into existence, the air warping with repulsive force as it blasted toward Mahoraga, slamming into its chest with a deafening boom.

The beast skidded back, its obsidian form cracking under the impact, but it roared, its wheel spinning to five as it countered with a flurry of golden slashes that tore through Shibuya's ruins—shattering walls, cratering streets, and sending debris flying in a chaotic storm.

Gojo darted aside, his Infinity deflecting a slash that gouged a trench into the ground, the wheel hitting three as the barrier rippled harder.

"Three," Toji called, his tone sharp as he stepped back, his eyes narrowing.

"Tick-tock, Satoru—hit him hard or that wheel's gonna screw you!" 

Gojo's jaw tightened, his blue eyes glinting with focus as he raised a hand, his cursed energy flaring brighter.

"Hard, huh? Fine—let's crank it up."

He thrust his palm forward, Lapse Blue surging again—a larger sphere this time, distorting the air as it yanked Mahoraga forward, pulling debris and shattered steel into its orbit. 

The beast roared, its blade slashing wildly as it fought the pull, the wheel spinning to seven as it broke free, lunging with a golden slash that slammed into Gojo's Infinity with a thunderous crack. The barrier held, but the ripple was sharper, the adaptation tightening its grip. 

"Four," Gojo muttered, his voice a low growl as he darted back, the ground buckling beneath him from the force.

Mahoraga's wheel spun at a frenzied pitch, its blade a golden storm as it charged—a massive lunge that cracked the pavement, its slashes tearing through Shibuya's ruins with relentless fury. 

Gojo raised both hands, his cursed energy surging as he unleashed Reversal Red again—a red orb blasting forward with explosive force, slamming into Mahoraga's shoulder and shattering a chunk of its obsidian form. 

The beast staggered, its wheel hitting eight as it roared, its blade slashing down in a golden arc that split the night with a scream, the air crackling as it struck Gojo's Infinity—and pierced it, the barrier buckling as the adaptation took hold.

"Five!" Toji barked, his voice rough with urgency as he gripped Playful Cloud tighter.

"Now, Shiny Eyes—one-shot him or you're toast in three more!"

Gojo's eyes widened, his breath hitching as the blade grazed his shoulder, drawing a thin line of blood—the first in years. 

"Well, shit," he muttered, his voice low and deadly as he raised both hands, his cursed energy flaring into a storm of blue and red. 

"Guess it's go time."

He clapped his hands together, merging Blue and Red—the air warping as Hollow Technique: Purple formed, a violet orb of annihilation pulsing with raw power. 

"Sorry, big guy—playtime's over," he said, his voice cold as he thrust his hands forward, the orb surging toward Mahoraga with a deafening roar. The beast swung its blade, but Purple consumed it—erasing the golden arc, shredding its obsidian form, and blasting a crater into Shibuya's heart as the night erupted in violet light.