Naoya didn't answer.
Instead, he glanced up—toward the quiet, fluttering crows perched atop the walls and trees around the training field. Dozens of them, watching. Recording. Live-streaming.
From a distant room inside the school, Mei Mei sat coolly on a couch, legs crossed, sipping tea. Multiple monitors were set up in front of her. One showed the crows' perspectives. Another? Naoya's POV, broadcasted directly from his eyes like a living projector.
His Projection Sorcery now allowed him to replay anything he saw, frame by frame—his eyes had become living memory reels. And thanks to a binding vow he made with Mei Mei just moments earlier, he could now share it all.
Without a word, Gojo raised his hand—and snapped it into a tight fist.
BOOM.
A singularity tore open between them. The air twisted inward, screaming. The earth cracked. Trees, loose rubble, blades of grass, cursed energy in the air—all pulled violently toward a single point: Naoya.
But Naoya was already moving.
He launched forward, Domain Amplification flaring around his body. The vacuum of Blue tugged at him, but he carved through it—not resisting the pull, using it to accelerate.
Their hands clashed.
A shockwave detonated outward. The ground beneath them cratered instantly.
Naoya's teeth flashed in a grin, his Domain Amplification sizzling against Infinity's barrier. "You always lead with Blue. Predictable."
His knee shot upward in a devastating arc -
- only to meet empty air as Gojo vanished.
The air split with a thunderclap as Gojo's knee smashed into Naoya's ribs from behind. "And you always talk too much," Gojo's voice taunted in his ear.
Naoya spun through the air like a thrown dagger, twisting his body to land in a crouch that gouged trenches in the earth beneath him. His head snapped up -
- just in time to see Gojo shrugging off his uniform jacket with one hand while swirling Red's crimson energy coalesced in his other palm.
The jacket hadn't even touched the ground when:
BOOM.
Red detonated. The world inverted. Gravity fractured. Trees tore skyward. The land convulsed and screamed.
But Naoya wasn't there.
he used his Reversal Technique: Rewind—and he reappeared beside Gojo, just behind the blast radius. Gojo's head turned cough off guard—too late.
Naoya grabbed his wrist, Domain Amplification crackling across his palm. He twisted violently, aiming to tear the arm clean off.
But Gojo—of course—regained control instantly.
With a flash of movement, he teleported behind Naoya, mirroring the move—his own hand latching onto Naoya's wrist, mimicking the same motion.
Naoya's smirk didn't fade.
His body flickered—intangible for a split second—and Gojo's grip passed through him.
They both took a step back, loose stances ready to strike, staring each other down.
Then, simultaneously—
"What's wrong with you? Trying to rip my arm off?"
"What's wrong with you? Trying to rip my arm off?"
A beat.
"You'll regenerate anyway."
"You'll regenerate anyway."
They froze—processing the echo—
Then both cracked a grin.
An eerie, mutual understanding.
Naoya clicked his tongue. "You copying me now, Gojo?"
Gojo tilted his head with a teasing grin. "I thought you were copying me."
Back in the observation room, chaos reigned.
"It's not even been a minute... and they've already wrecked the entire valley," Haibara muttered, sweat running down his temple. He looked pale. "How the hell is this just a spar?"
The screens flickered with distorted cursed energy readings. Craters scarred the landscape. Trees were gone—just gone. A section of forest had been erased.
Shoko stared, dumbfounded. "Wait. Did Naoya just teleport?"
Geto, arms crossed, watched calmly—unblinking. "He did."
"...And go intangible?" Shoko's voice pitched higher.
Geto nodded once. "Projection Sorcery's evolved. What we're seeing—those aren't just enhancements. He's turned it into something else."
"Could it be…" Shoko's words trailed, mind racing. "His reversal technique?"
"Most likely," Geto said.
Before she could finish her thought—
The screen flashed white.
They were moving again.
Naoya's heel scraped against the cracked earth as he skidded into position. His hand slammed to the ground.
"Frame Fracture."
Cursed energy bloomed outward like an invisible spiderweb—latching onto terrain, air currents, even loose rubble. The battlefield transformed into a minefield of motion-sensitive traps.
And then—
"MAXIMUM OUTPUT: AIR FREEZE!"
The ground beneath Gojo distorted as Naoya overclocked his cursed technique. The air itself locked—a frozen vacuum frame encasing the space in front of him like a glass pane ready to shatter.
Gojo's eyes flicked to the change—reading the cursed energy twist midair.
Naoya struck the suspended air pocket.
WHAM.
The Air Freeze detonated.
A concussive shockwave ripped outward. Not just pressure—but space collapsed, folding in on itself. The ground inverted, rocks vaporized, trees ripped from the roots and hurled skyward like they were on strings. The force cracked bedrock—its roar echoing for miles.
Gojo floated midair, untouched by the blast. Infinity shimmered faintly around him, repelling the debris, his uniform billowing in the chaos.
But the shockwave still raged—and it threatened to tear the earth apart.
Naoya was already moving.
He launched forward at blinding speed, Projection Sorcery flaring in full acceleration. A golden streak cutting through the air—aiming straight for Gojo.
Gojo, unfazed, braced for the impact, hand glowing faintly with Blue.
"Nice try," he muttered—
And Naoya phased straight through him.
Gojo's eyes widened.
Naoya emerged behind him—no wasted motion—and snapped a kick toward Gojo's head.
Gojo twisted, cursed energy blooming in his palm, ready to intercept—
But—
Naoya rewound.
Projection Rewind—he jumped back a fraction of a second to the point just before intangibility triggered.
In that instant, his form solidified.
He swapped into Domain Amplification.
BOOM.
The kick connected.
Hard.
Gojo was launched like a missile, crashing into the earth. A crater erupted beneath him. Blood sprayed midair. Ribs cracked. His back twisted. The impact echoed like a thunderclap.
Shoko stood from her seat in the control room. "Did… he just break Gojo's bones?"
Even Geto's eyes narrowed.
"He landed a full hit," Geto said slowly. "That was perfectly timed technique swapping."
The room remained silent, frozen in stunned awe. Even Mei Mei—cool and composed at the worst of times—had her brow furrowed. The destruction on-screen was catastrophic.
Shoko whispered, "If that shockwave had gone off in a city…"
"Thousands dead," Mei Mei said bluntly. "And that's millions of yen in damage, easily."
The dust on the battlefield hadn't even settled when Naoya landed at the crater's rim—his silhouette sharp against the smoky glow of debris.
He stood tall, cocky grin curling his lips.
"Let me remind you," he said coldly, "you're not untouchable."
Internal Calculation surged through Naoya's veins:
Rewind teleportation costs 5% cursed energy per use
Domain Amplification drains another 20% per minute
Gojo's Six Eyes means he fights at 0.0001% energy expenditure
Conclusion: Mathematical certainty of loss within 5 minutes 33 seconds.
I will ran out of cursed energy soon.
Gojo rose slowly from the crater, brushing dust off his shoulders. His body—already fully healed by Reverse Cursed Technique—was unmarred. He cracked his neck.
"Your abilities," he said, his voice light, "are annoying as hell. And hard to predict. Aren't they a bit too overpowered?"
Naoya scoffed. "Says the man with Limitless and Six Eyes. You've been broken since birth."
Gojo grinned. "Can't argue with that."
Naoya's fingers moved—subtle, practiced. A specific hand sign formed. Time slowed in the air around him.
It's a dead end if I keep playing like this.
He exhaled.
"Ryoiki Tenkai: Jikaku Geden."
A ripple pulsed out from him—then bloomed into a roaring sphere of cursed energy.
The world twisted.
The air turned gold. A corridor unfurled around them—endless, mechanical, glowing. Walls of animated murals—warriors mid-motion—froze in eternal combat. A giant projector-eye hovered above, its lens whirring like a god's judgment.
Naoya's Domain Expansion had taken form.
"Time Cell Moon Palace…" Geto murmured, eyes narrowed. "So that's what it looks like."
A cold thrill ran through the room.
In the heart of the domain, Gojo stood motionless, Six Eyes analyzing the new space. The air here felt heavier—measured. Every breath, every blink, every twitch felt watched.
"So this is Domain expansion," Gojo murmured. "A temporal prison… The peak of jujutsu."
He casually raised his hand to scratch his temple—
SHHK.
Blood burst from his wrist. The skin on his forearm peeled in a perfect spiral.
A breath too fast. A movement off-rhythm.
Gojo froze, blinking at his arm as crimson splattered the polished floor.
Gojo's eyes narrowed. "...Tch."
Naoya's voice came from the walls themselves: "Dance for me, Gojo." The Projection Eye's shutter clicked. "You'll lose before you understand why."
His form blurred forward.
—only for his claws to screech against sudden blue light.
Gojo's Simple Domain flared "If delusion was a cursed technique," Gojo panted, blood dripping from his reforming arm as its gets healed, "you'd be Special Grade."
Naoya's knee smashed into Gojo's gut mid-taunt, sending him skidding back through frozen droplets of his own blood. "Every time you open your mouth," he sneered, "your IQ commits suicide."
*Gojo's Simple Domain radius shrinking 3cm/second*
"Let's see how much time you can hold," Naoya taunted. His hands moved, fingers tracing the edges of frozen air molecules.
"Air Freeze."
WHAM—
The vacuum shockwave detonated like a localized apocalypse.
The walls of the Time Cell Moon Palace flexed inward from the blast—murals flickering violently, as if even the frozen warriors felt the distortion. The floor beneath Gojo cracked into a spiral fracture pattern, cursed energy haemorrhaging from every line.
Gojo's Simple Domain shattered under the pressure, unable to contain the devastating impact.
CRACK. SPLICE. SPLAT.
Dozens of microscopic lacerations erupted across his chest, shoulders, eyelids, and wrists—each one a silent scream of a frame violation tearing his cells apart. Blood trickled from his nose, ear, and the corner of his eye.
Yet Gojo did not fall.
His Reverse Cursed Technique flared working with full throttle, pumping cursed energy into ruptured muscle and shredded skin, healing wounds faster than they could form. But the strain was undeniable—his breathing was ragged, his lips pale.
Naoya gave him no quarter.
A deep gash opened along his ribs, blood spraying against the golden wall. The projector-eye in the ceiling followed Gojo like a predator.
"He'll kill Gojo-senpai if this keeps up!" Haibara shouted from the monitor room, panic rising. "His body can't keep up with that Domain!"
Yaga, Nanami, Shoko, and Haibara stood frozen, shocked by the sheer brutality—cold sweat dripping down their faces.
Even Geto looked tense now, his fingers tightening around his sleeve.
But the only one who truly understood the horror of Naoya's Domain was Naraku—she had experienced it firsthand. Cold sweat covered her skin as she stood there, unable to believe just how powerful Naoya and Gojo were compared to everyone else. For a moment, she even doubted whether she could ever kill him… or be free.
Gojo gritted his teeth, crouched low, and tried to breathe—slowly. Deliberately.
But even that hurt.
Naoya's foot connected squarely with Gojo's gut, sending him flying. He slammed into the Domain wall with a sickening crack, the force fracturing the golden mural behind him. Gojo hit the ground like a ragdoll, limbs twitching as micro-lacerations bloomed across his body—again.
His breaths were shallow. Weak. Slowing.
Naoya stood over him briefly, gaze unreadable.
Then—he turned his back. Hands in his pockets. The corridor's golden glow reflected on his cheek as he walked away, satisfied.
"You were better than I expected. Still not enough." Naoya muttered
The mechanical eye overhead began to dim.
But Naoya forgot one thing.
A drop of blood hit the floor.
Then another.
Then—his voice.
Low. Cold. Unshaken.
"DOMAIN EXPANSION…"
Naoya stopped walking.
His eyes widened.
This wasn't just anyone.
This was Gojo freaking Satoru.
"…INFINITE VOID."