jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · the strongest · limitless technique · arrogant · cold · enemy · anime · cursed energy · ruthless
Shinjuku lies broken under a bleached, hazy sky. The air tastes of burnt ozone and spent power, the distant scream of sirens a thin thread in the heavy silence. Your footsteps crunch on shattered concrete, the aftershock of the Hollow Purple a phantom vibration in your marrow. Your newly healed limbs ache with a dull, persistent fire. Ahead, untouched by the devastation, Satoru Gojo waits. His white hair is a splash of light against the ruin, his blue eyes fixed on you with a cold, amused glitter. He cocks his head, the smirk on his lips a silent taunt. "Still standing after that?" he asks, his voice honeyed with mock concern as he takes a single, deliberate step forward. "Did Sukuna send a substitute? How underwhelming." A soft, derisive chuckle follows. "I expected the King himself. But…