CHAPTER 9: JOGO

Gojo Satoru's idea of training was, unsurprisingly, unconventional. Itadori sat in front of a stack of DVDs and a projector, staring blankly as Gojo pulled out fifteen movies—romance, horror, action, and even some odd indie films.

"You'll watch all these," Gojo said cheerfully, tossing a packet of popcorn on the table.

Itadori blinked. "Uh, what kind of training is this?!"

Gojo grinned. "Cursed energy control. You'll maintain a steady flow of cursed energy while watching these. If your emotions spike too much, that doll I set beside you will punch you."

A little stuffed doll, shaped like a bear, sat beside him. Itadori looked at it skeptically. "You've gotta be kidding me."

"That's my style!" Gojo declared. "Training through enjoyment… and a little bit of fear. Now behave. I'm off to get groceries."

With a lazy salute and his usual sunglasses-on-blindfold-off swagger, Gojo strolled out.

Meanwhile, deep within a nearby ravine, an eerie cursed presence stirred. A creature emerged—humanoid, but clearly wrong. His head was a volcano, and one eye burned like molten magma. His name was Jogo, a special-grade curse with one goal: annihilate Satoru Gojo.

Jogo found Gojo casually walking with a grocery bag filled with soba noodles and candy. "You're Gojo Satoru," Jogo hissed.

Gojo turned, raising an eyebrow. "Who the hell are you supposed to be? You look like a mid-boss from a bad RPG."

"You dare mock me?" Jogo roared.

Without further warning, Jogo launched a wave of fire straight toward Gojo. But Gojo was gone—already behind him, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Too slow."

What followed was pure chaos.

Jogo fought with relentless fire and speed, his attacks devastating and wide. But Gojo dodged with absolute precision, yawning, laughing, and even adjusting his blindfold mid-battle.

"You're trying," Gojo said. "I'll give you that."

He then vanished again—and reappeared in his living room, grabbing a stunned Itadori.

"Come on, this'll be fun."

Before Itadori could protest, they were both back on the battlefield. Gojo tossed him a bag of chips.

"Observe and learn."

Jogo screamed in rage and activated his Ryoiki Tenkai—his Domain Expansion. The world turned into a volcanic hellscape, magma dripping from the sky.

Itadori's jaw dropped. "What… is this?!"

Gojo smiled. "A Domain Expansion. It's a cursed technique-based territory where their techniques always hit. But…"

He lifted his blindfold.

"Let me show you mine."

The world shattered. Everything around them bent, stretched, and folded into Limitless Void—Gojo's own Ryoiki Tenkai. In this domain, Jogo was overwhelmed by infinity, frozen in place by the endless flow of information.

Gojo calmly walked toward him, hand glowing with cursed energy.

"I win."

But just before the final blow landed, Jogo was suddenly yanked away—vanishing in a flash of cursed smoke. A mysterious figure had saved him.

"Huh," Gojo said, stretching. "Guess we'll meet again."

He turned to Itadori, slapping him on the back.

"So, kid. Learn anything?"