Gojo vs Sukuna III
[ A few minutes before Toji's group arrival ]
Sukuna, like a wild beast unleashed, roared with rage at each attack. His claws, sharp as blades, tore through the air and the ground. Gojo, dodging and parrying with an almost supernatural grace, countered with strikes of incredible power.
Their fight was a macabre dance, a ballet of destruction where life and death hung in the balance at every moment. The ground crumbled beneath their feet, trees shattered like twigs, and the air was saturated with the devastating energy of the two combatants.
Sukuna, his body covered in wounds, seemed to draw strength from his rage. His attacks were fiercer, his claws and fangs tearing into Gojo's flesh. The two-faced demon roared with pleasure, relishing every moment of the battle.
Gojo, on the other hand, was not indifferent. He surrendered himself to the pleasure of battling Sukuna. His face bore a mad smile. He absorbed his opponent's blows without flinching, using his movement techniques to evade Sukuna's attacks.
The impact of their fists meeting was intense. A shockwave surged across the battlefield, lifting waves of dust and debris.
When the smoke cleared, the two fighters stood facing each other, unscathed. Sukuna, his cruel smile still present, seemed to savor the battle. Gojo, feeling the same way, also knew that all things have a beginning and an end, and they both wanted to bring this fight to a close.
Suddenly, Gojo removed the bandage covering his eyes, surprising Sukuna with their beauty. Then he raised his hand. A purple aura of energy formed, growing more intense by the moment. Sensing the danger, Sukuna also prepared his technique, positioning himself as if holding a bow. A fireball formed in his hand, taking the shape of an arrow.
They both looked at each other for a moment, then said simultaneously:
"Imaginary Equation: purple"
"Opening: fire arrow"
And they unleashed their attacks. While Gojo's technique destroyed everything in its path, Sukuna's arrow sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, a sound that made the tree leaves shiver and the hairs on the back of the neck stand up.
Its trajectory was straight and precise, as if guided by an invisible hand. It did not veer off course, did not waver, did not stop. It soared straight towards its target, an unstoppable force of nature.
In its wake, the air was split, leaving behind a trail of emptiness. The silence was deafening, broken only by the piercing whistle of the arrow slicing through the air.
The clash of the two techniques meeting was devastating. The explosion created a small atomic mushroom cloud. The energy blast ravaged the landscape, creating a massive crater and hurling the two combatants dozens of meters away.
When the dust settled, at the bottom of the crater, Sukuna and Gojo lay on the ground, covered in wounds and unmoving. Their ragged breaths were the only signs of life in the devastated landscape. The incredibly intense battle had led them to a point of no return, incapable of continuing to fight. Yet, a smile illuminated their faces. A smile of satisfaction, of happiness at having had a worthy opponent.
Footsteps approached, breaking the silence. Toji and the others arrived at the scene, discovering the pitiful state of the two fighters. Shoko and Utahime, horrified by Gojo's injuries, rushed to his aid.
Their medical expertise helped stabilize his condition. Gojo gestured for them to also take care of Sukuna. Initially annoyed, he eventually accepted, recognizing the need for care after such a duel.
*****
The setting sun bathed the horizon in its golden rays as Toji and his companions, invigorated by a few hours of rest, prepared to return to the Stella. A heavy silence had fallen over the group, darkened by the shadow of the battle that had taken place. They all awaited the captain's decision, aware of the weight of the question burning on their lips: would Sukuna join the crew?
Gojo, standing tall, fixed Sukuna with an intense gaze. His face, marked by the scars of battle, betrayed no hint of weariness. With a voice vibrating with unwavering conviction, he spoke the words everyone was waiting for:
"Our battle was a draw... You are truly strong! That's why I'll ask you again... join my crew."
A deafening silence followed these words. Sukuna, his face stoic, seemed torn by an internal conflict. His rebellious nature resisted the idea of submitting to anyone, but a spark of intrigue gleamed in his eyes.
"I thought I made myself clear... I don't obey anyone."
Gojo smiled, a mischievous grin lighting up his face. He leaned towards Sukuna and whispered:
"Listen to me, Sukuna. Freedom is a precious concept, I know. And if you join my crew, I promise you will never lose yours. You will be free to do as you please, to go where you want. But tell me, aren't you tired of this monotonous world? Have you never dreamt of shaking it up, of reshaping it as you see fit?"
Sukuna's gaze ignited with a new flame. Ambition and desire reflected in his eyes. A thrill of excitement ran through his body. Gojo had struck a chord, kindling a fire ready to spread.
"What do you propose?"
The sun dipped into the ocean, leaving behind a fiery sky. Toji and his companions watched the scene in silence, holding their breath. The future of the crew, and perhaps even the world, rested on the words Gojo was about to utter.
"I offer you an adventure, Sukuna. An adventure that will take you to the four corners of the world, discovering forgotten secrets and unsuspected powers. I offer you to sow chaos in this established order, to overthrow institutions and build a new world, a world where the mighty tremble before the weak," said Gojo, a smile forming on his face.
A heavy silence fell upon the deck of the Stella. The wind whispered in the sails, as if waiting for Sukuna's response. A cruel smile spread across the two-faced demon's lips.
"Interesting," he said, a wide grin splitting his face. "Very interesting... I might be up for your little game, Gojo."
The sun had set, giving way to the night and its mysteries. A new chapter was unfolding for Gojo's crew.