It didn't take much time for Yuji to receive a call from Naoto's number. Mayumi didn't have direct access to Yuji's information, so she used Naoto's wristband to give him an earful.
No matter how strong someone is, a nagging mother will always leave a devastating blow. Even when Yuji turned down the volume, she had still dealt damage to the king of Jujutsu.
Yuji rubbed his ears. "How can someone be so loud at 1% volume?"
"Was that Naohiro's kid?" A voice came from Yuji's left. "Haven't seen her in a while. I might stop by to say hello."
Yes, Gojo woke up after Mayumi started ranting.
Yuji turned around to see Gojo sitting up on the bed, holding his head up with his left palm. With his help, Gojo woke up sooner, but he still wanted to sleep.
Gojo scratched his head in irritation. "Damnit, how embarrassing. I talk big and then pass out like a bum."
Yuji sighed. "That's what happens when you injure your brain as a 97-year-old man." He glanced back up at Gojo. "At least you've got an idea about your current limits."
Gojo clenched his hand. "Output is the same, but my body is more sensitive." He looked down at the floor. "Limits, huh…"
His eyes closed before a wide smile appeared on his face. "If I've got limits, then I simply need to bypass them." Then, his eyes snapped open as he held his chin with his hand and furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait, does that mean that it wasn't a limit if I break it?"
Yuji just gave him a deadpan expression. "I would say I'm surprised, but knowing you, I'm not. In any case, we'll continue after you res-"
"Nah, I'm already good," Gojo said as he cut off Yuji while standing up and stretching as if he hadn't just suffered brain damage.
Yuji mumbled to himself. "It's like dealing with a child." Despite speaking to himself, Gojo heard him loud and clear, to which Gojo returned a wide smirk.
Instead of entertaining more of his shenanigans, Yuji's expression turned serious. "Then, let's get started."
Gojo punched his palm with a battle-hungry smile. "Let's take it from the top."
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Three days had passed in the blink of an eye.
The tension in the air could be felt even by non-sorcerers. After all, the Naunax finally appeared in the sky, alerting the locals. Paranormal events were commonplace in Japan, and its denizens were accustomed to them. Still, a massive ship holding 50,000 aliens was above and beyond what was considered normal in the new age.
Inside the Naunax was anything but calm. If they waited another day, Jabaloma was convinced his fellow Simurians would already be on their way to invade Earth.
"The Earthling's Jujutsu is vastly different from ours. Be wary of any tricks that they might pull." Cross solemnly spoke to Dabura.
Cross was just as uneasy as the rest of the Simurians, considering that his brother Marulu still hadn't awoken from his coma. Since Cross was one of the stronger Simruians, he could handle the 'Kalyan' deaths better than his brethren.
Dabura glanced to his side at Cross. "You need not worry. Since when have I ever lost?"
Cross's eye twitched, recalling Dura's duel against Dabura. While they were allies now, Cross was still pained when he was reminded of Dabura's undefeated record.
He sighed. "Just watch out for that white-haired sorcerer that I mentioned."
Cross's unease wasn't in Dabura losing, but the future of their people after he had won. Killing a single sorcerer wouldn't stop an entire society from killing cursed spirits, so there was likely to be a small-scale war or culling after the fact.
Dabura looked back at the exit of the Naunax, where he would finally wait for Satoru Gojo with a casual look on his face. "The strong white-haired sorcerer…He's the one that I'll be fighting."
Although they were referring to two different white-haired sorcerers.
Sensing Cross's nervous atmosphere, Dabura spoke while walking through the exit of the Naunax. "Don't worry. For the future of the Simurian people. I will win."
-
Elsewhere, a very different tone of conversation was being held atop a skyscraper, overlooking the masses who were evacuating.
Yuji, with a vastly different outfit from before, spoke to Gojo. "Remember what we discussed earlier."
He was now in a battle robe, reminiscent of Heian-era sorcerers, since even Yuji had to respect Gojo's technique and skill. Instead of changing after their training, he kept it on in case he was needed.
Gojo had a cloak similar to Yuji's, which Yuji gave him after their training together. His old battle uniform was destroyed during his fight against Sukuna and subsequently Naohiro.
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Gojo gave him a thumbs-up.
Another voice spoke. "If you get yourself offscreened like a bum, I'm going to kill you," the voice belonging to the strongest sorcerer in history.
Gojo glanced back at Naohiro with a smile. "Just sit back and watch, you damn Mahoraga copy."
Of course, Naohiro wouldn't just sit by without helping out his friend, which might very well be the last fight of his life. Not long after they resumed training, Naohiro finally showed up and helped Gojo regain his edge.
Naohiro returned his smile. "But would you lose?"
Gojo punched Naohiro's shoulder. "You tryin to get me killed?" However, the smile didn't leave his face.
Originally, Gojo was worried about destroying the city and people's homes, and about harming the environment, just to have a fun little fight, but his concerns were dismissed when Yuji agreed to handle everything.
It was at that point that the three sorcerers noticed a massive, cursed energy signature flare up in the city. The three knew exactly what, or who, it was.
"Looks like that's my cue," Gojo said with his hands in his pockets.
Now that the time had come, Yuji put his hands together in the Six Element mudra position, with his right hand holding his pointer and middle finger of his left hand. "[Domain Expansion: Pure Truth]."
Cursed energy exploded and formed from Yuji's feet and spread out for miles and miles. Unlike most domains, a barrier was not formed.
At first, nothing changed, but when the cursed energy reached people in Japan, they suddenly vanished as if they had never been there, their cars freezing in place and time seemingly stopping.
The only noticeable change in the environment was that everything in the vicinity took on a darker tint; a film of cursed energy covered it all. This film and Yuji's domain covered the entirety of Tokyo.
Gojo whistled, and Naohiro smirked as Yuji, looking at his handiwork, smiled. "With this, you can go all out."
[Pure Truth] is the Domain Expansion of the [Immortality] Technique and the Domain used by Kenjaku in the Culling Games 69 years ago.
In Pure Truth, a pseudo-space is created, and anyone caught inside is at the mercy of Yuji, as his sure-hit allows him to spread his barrier techniques to everything in his range.
This is unlike his pure barriers around Japan. His domain lets him control the entire pseudo-space to his liking, similar to the Tombs of the Star.
In this case, he created a pocket space that takes on the same properties of the environment without affecting the real version and kicked out everyone but a select few.
In short, in his Domain Expansion, Yuji is effectively a God.
Another large, cursed energy signature exploded next to Yuji. "Nine Ropes. Polarized Light. Crow and Declaration. Between Front and Back. If you die to something like this, I'll be disappointed, Simurian…[Hollow Technique: Purple]."
Snap
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With the 150% Hollow Purple being sent his way, Dabura finally showed himself. At first, he was confused at the cursed energy surrounding him since he didn't know what a Domain Expansion was, despite being a 'calamity', but he didn't have time to worry as he was reminded of Cross's words.
Dabura was confident in taking any attack that would be sent his way, but he realized that he'd underestimated the white-haired menace. Despite his speed, Dabura couldn't fully dodge the Hollow Purple.
He had performed a sub-light movement in the other timeline, but that was after he prepared himself and had evolved while fighting Mahoraga.
As it traveled, he noticed that it gradually lost its power. Without making any more decisions, he jumped as far back as he could while raising his arms. "[Light]!"
Hundreds of light rods appeared and clashed with the Purple; they were quickly overwhelmed, but managed to slow it down and remove some of its power.
As it reached him, he held out his arms with a determined expression and imbued cursed energy into his limbs to tank the blast. "Raaahhhh!"
His expression hardened as he grit his teeth while he felt some of his skin burn from the raw force that the ball of energy had.
BOOM
A massive explosion blew up the surrounding buildings, sending them crashing down.
"Huff, Huff." The smoke cleared, revealing Dabura surrounded by debris and charred arms.
He was catching his breath when he heard a voice speak from inside the smoke in front of him. "Not bad, Simurian. If you had died, this wouldn't be nearly as fun for me."
Dabura glared at Gojo with a disappointed expression. "I was mistaken about you being an honorable warrior."
Gojo scratched his hair in confusion. "When did you get that impression? Well, I guess you could call me 'honorable' in a sense."
Dabura fully stood up, showing the sheer height difference between the two, and spoke in a deep voice. "No matter how many tricks you pull, I will be the victor."
Dabura wasn't a talker, but keeping this conversation ongoing gave him more time to recover and probe Gojo for information.
Gojo huffed a laugh and shook his head helplessly. "Tricks? You've got the wrong idea, pal. That was the opener. It seems like you don't understand, so I'll spell it out for you. YOU'RE the challenger here."
With those words, he ripped off his cloak and glasses, sending them into the air, revealing a recreation of his white outfit that he had during his fight against Naohiro and his bright blue eyes.
Dabura had one thought as he saw Gojo move into a fighting position with his mass of cursed energy. 'So this is the strongest Earthling.'
He was about to use his light rods, but remembered what happened at the hospital when they didn't reach Gojo. Instead, he returned to a fighting stance. 'If I can't hit him with my rods, I'll use my fists instead.'
In Tokyo, the battle was to decide the fate of the Simurian people.
The Oldest Sorcerer of Today vs. The Strongest Sorcerer in Simuria.
Satoru Gojo vs. Dabura Karaba.
Naohiro, standing a mile back, watching the two square off, whispered to himself. "Here we go."