--- Third Person POV ---
Opening his eyes, Gojo Satoru realized his surroundings had completely changed. The bustling night streets of Tokyo were gone, replaced by a clear blue sky and a sea of clouds far below. Judging by the view, he was likely hovering somewhere above the troposphere.
Any normal person, suddenly displaced miles above the earth and enveloped by the savage, draining cold of the upper atmosphere, would have immediately screamed in a raw, lung-bursting panic. They would have flailed for purchase on the thin air and plummeted into an inescapable terror. Luckily for Gojo Satoru, he wasn't normal.
Activating his Limitless Cursed Technique: Infinity, he floated effortlessly. Instead of the dizzying, paralyzing fear of free-fall, what hit him most was the biting cold of the high-altitude air.
He channeled cursed energy through his body, reinforcing it and keeping himself at a stable, comfortable temperature.
With the immediate threats of free-fall and freezing air handled, Gojo finally took in his surroundings. A nagging thought surfaced: 'What happened to that couple… and that fat guy?'
He replayed the moment before his displacement — the blinding light from the boy. 'That must've been what dragged me into this mess.'
His lips curled slightly. 'They were most likely the original target of the teleportation. If they are unlucky enough, they're probably falling right now… though unlike me, they won't be saving themselves from the landing.'
'Never mind, they're not here anyway.' He brushed off their absence, vaguely recalling their cursed energy signatures and faces. 'If they survived and somehow crossed paths with me again, I'll remember them then', he thought, pushing the concern aside for now.
For now, his attention shifted to the unfamiliar surroundings. "Hmm… this definitely isn't Tokyo," Gojo muttered, eyes scanning the distant land below and the blazing sun overhead.
Raising his hand, Gojo slid down his black-tinted glasses. The clear blue sky exploded into a billion points of data. The already silent world became deafening with information. As he filtered and analyzed it all, he arrived at a conclusion that even he found stupefying.
"This… this place isn't Earth," he finally muttered, his sapphire-blue eyes scanning the strange energy that permeated everything — the clouds below, even the very air he breathed. If such energy had existed on Earth, he would have noticed long ago.
What confirmed his conclusion that he had been transported to another world was the way this energy tried to infiltrate him at a subatomic level, attempting to merge with his body. But instead of succeeding, his cursed energy pushed back, forming a clear boundary between himself and the surrounding energy.
"What are you trying to do?" he muttered, watching the energy's feeble attempts to merge with him, only to be blocked repeatedly. It wasn't his cursed technique doing the work — it was simply his cursed energy itself, forming an unyielding barrier.
Dismissing the interplay between his body and the energy, he focused his Six Eyes on the energy itself. Unlike cursed energy, which stems from humans' negative emotions, this energy seemed inherently positive in nature.
It wasn't like reversed cursed technique, either. This energy was everywhere, permeating all things, much like how matter forms the fabric of reality.
"Leaving that matter aside…" Gojo decided to put the energy aside for now as it seemed to not be doing any harm to him and turned his attention to the surrounding landscape.
Satoru Gojo hovered high above the troposphere, the horizon stretching wide before him. To his left, the red Wyrim Mountains traced along the curved skyline.
Separating the snowy, crystalline biome to the north — jagged peaks glinting like shards of ice, winds howling across frozen plains.
From the lush forests and rolling plains to the south, where vibrant greenery stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted with rivers that sparkled in the sunlight.
"Beautiful…" Gojo muttered, his gaze lingering on the breathtaking panorama that stretched endlessly around him.
Though Gojo wasn't exactly a nature guy, even he couldn't help but admire the foreign land's stunning scenery. For once, his face was free of its usual arrogance.
Seeing such scenery once again reminded of his teleportation to a new world, a fact he had already accepted.
'Although I wish Suguru could have seen something like this' Gojo thought, a rare hint of loneliness seeping through in this completely foreign world.
Gojo's gaze lingered on the scenery for a few more minutes before he broke himself out of his reverie, reminding himself that admiration wouldn't get him anywhere in an unfamiliar world.
"Alright, enough sightseeing. What do I do now?" Gojo muttered to himself, sliding his black-tinted glasses over his Six Eyes.
Gojo began turning over questions in his mind, his thoughts weaving through the countless uncertainties that clouded his brain.
Questions like
'When will I be able to return back?'
'How do I even get back?'
'Will I even get back?'
'Can they survive without me?'
'What will happen to the Star Plasma Vessel?'
As he mulled things over, his thoughts suddenly froze—a striking realization hitting him. This world was entirely different. There was no Jujutsu Society, no cursed spirits or users to deal with, and most importantly… none of those insufferable elders.
For the first time in a long while, he was truly free.
He could live life on his own terms, free from those pathetic old traditions and useless customs.
With that realization, Gojo Satoru found a clearer way to define his situation. His thoughts shifted, moving from caution to genuine curiosity.
'This isn't Tokyo… but it's not exactly freedom either.'
Then a grin spread across his face, mischief dancing in his eyes.
"A vacation~!" he announced, voice ringing with delight.
But his cheerful attitude faltered as memories of those who had shaped him surfaced — Suguru, Shoko, Principal Yaga. Thinking of them, Gojo reminded himself, "Right, this is just a temporary vacation… I'll have to find a way back, at some point."
With his thoughts settled and purpose clear, he muttered, "I should probably start by finding a human civilization… assuming there even are humans in this world."
Descending through the atmosphere, Gojo spotted an unfamiliar object moving across the sky. As he focused, his surprise deepened—a massive object or what could only be described as a fortress came into view below him, its sheer scale leaving him momentarily speechless.
"This world really doesn't fail to surprise me, huh," he muttered, lowering his black-tinted glasses to study the fortress through his Six Eyes.
He traced the familiar energy that had tried to infiltrate him moments ago, finding it intensely concentrated at the base of the fortress, the energy was likely producing some sort of gravitational effect, keeping the massive structure afloat. But that wasn't all — the same energy pulsed at multiple points within the structure, one spot glowing far brighter than the rest, enough to make even Gojo narrow his eyes in focus.
After a moment of consideration, Gojo decided that the only way to understand the strange energy and its source was to enter the fortress. He began his descent, gliding smoothly through the air as his eyes carefully scanned the structure's exterior for traps or anomalies.
The sheer size and design of the fortress made it clear that this place wasn't built for ordinary humans. Finally, he touched down lightly on the floor of the fortress, landing with the effortless grace that came from years of training and mastery.
Upon closer inspection, the fortress revealed its staggering beauty. Its walls were a seamless blend of polished stone and glimmering metal, reflecting the sunlight in sharp, almost blinding angles.
Intricate carvings etched across the surfaces their details so fine they seemed alive under Gojo's gaze. Massive gates, adorned with glowing runes, hinted at ancient power and formidable defenses within. Even the sheer scale of the fortress was awe-inspiring, a monument to both artistry and raw strength.
Focusing his Six Eyes once more on the varying energy signatures within the fortress, Gojo froze for a moment. Amidst the ocean of this world's foreign energy, he sensed something faint yet unmistakable — Cursed Energy.
It was minuscule, barely the amount an ordinary person back in Japan would possess, and nearly drowned out by the overwhelming presence of this world's energy — especially that one massive, blinding source that stood out above all.
A smirk tugged at his lips. "Well, aren't you a lucky one, little lady," he murmured, remembering exactly who this cursed energy belonged to. Amusement lacing his tone as his gaze locked onto the faint trace of cursed energy.
"Seems like the girl got teleported inside the fortress." He muttered to himself, "That would just leave her boyfriend and that fat old guy" he spoke remembering the other 2 victims.
Considering the circumstances he theorized, "Could it be that whoevers in charge of this fortress is the one who summoned that couple? That would explain why the girl got safely teleported inside but I can't sense the boy."
'Well whatever question I have will be answered after I talk to that girl and the people inside' Gojo thought to himself as he decided to finally enter the lavish fortress.
But before he could take a step toward the massive gates, a sudden burst of blinding light flared before him, forcing Gojo to slide his glasses back on.
As the light faded, a tall man in white robes materialized, a fox mask hiding his face. "You're on the grand fortress of Lord Perugius Dola. State your name and purpose, intruder." Arumanfi of the bright, one of Perugius' twelve followers spoke in the Human God Tongue, his tone calm yet commanding.
Gojo stood there ignorant of this foreign language, his expression baffled. "Yeah, totally didn't catch a single word of that, Mr. Fox Mask," he said, head tilting slightly as he tried to make sense of the verbal soup spewing from the masked man.
Arumanfi not understanding a word that the white haired boy was saying either, spoke once again, this time with a bit more hostility in his voice "You dare trespass upon Lord Perugius' domain?"
Gojo, oblivious to what the masked man was saying. His face transitioned from confusion to an annoyed scowl "If neither of us can understand each other, we won't get anywhere," he muttered to himself.
Deciding it would be better to talk to the girl he'd saved and ignore the masked man, Gojo noticed the man's hostility rising — and realized it wouldn't be that simple. He'd most likely have to knock the guy out.
--- End ---