Capítulo 45: CORUSCANT ARC : Calm Before Coruscant Showdown Or Incident 2
As they made their way to the Senate Annex, Gojo walked with a confident stride, his eyes flicking around the room. When they entered, he immediately spotted his group—Anakin, Padmé, Queen Amidala (Sabe in disguise), Suzunami, Yukinami, Reika, Shmi, Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan—all gathered together. He couldn't help but grin at the sight of them, feeling a mix of amusement and satisfaction.
However, his grin faltered slightly when he noticed that Yoda, Mace Windu, and Yaddle had also decided to tag along, entering the lounge area with their usual calm yet watchful presence. And to top it all off, even Chancellor Valorum had decided to join them, looking somewhat lost but determined to maintain a semblance of authority.
Gojo raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Well, well… this is quite the party," he remarked, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. "I didn't realize my little gathering would attract such esteemed company."
Yoda, his expression unreadable, gave a slight nod. "Curious, we are, he began, his gaze steady on Gojo, trying to gauge his intentions.
Gojo's playful demeanor shifted into something more serious. He turned to Padmé, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Alright, Padmé," he said, his voice carrying a weight that made everyone in the room pay attention, "how much do you know about me and Sukuna?"
Padmé, sensing the intensity in his question, took a deep breath and steadied herself. She glanced briefly at the others, then looked back at Gojo. "I know enough," she replied carefully, her voice steady despite the concern in her eyes. "I know about the fingers, the binding vow, the risks you've taken to contain Sukuna's power… and I know you're not doing this just for yourself. And I know about the Malevolent Shrine you're trying to get back."
Gojo's face turned sour, the change in his expression almost palpable. His eyes narrowed, and he shot a sharp glance at Wonder of U. "Wonder of U, you've spilled too much," he said, his tone low and reproachful.
Wonder of U, unfazed by the accusation, replied in its calm, detached voice, "Only what was deemed necessary, Master Satoru."
Gojo's expression remained tense as he turned back to the group, clearly irritated by the situation. "Alright, I'll explain it myself," he said, his voice steady but carrying an edge. "Sukuna's curse technique… it's called 'Dismantle' and 'Cleave.'"
He paused, watching their reactions closely before continuing. "Dismantle is a technique that allows Sukuna to cut through anything—people, objects, even space itself. Cleave is similar, but it adapts to the target's durability, ensuring a clean cut every time. The catch is that he needs to make physical contact to activate these abilities, but once he does… nothing is safe from his reach."
He turned his gaze to Obi-Wan, who had been watching intently. "Obi-Wan, remember when I demonstrated my non-lethal domain? We ended up creating a strange kind of world, didn't we?"
Obi-Wan nodded slowly, recalling the experience. "Yes, I remember. It was like being transported to another reality—one where you controlled everything, where no harm could truly come to us. But it felt like reality was bending around us."
Gojo nodded in agreement. " That was a controlled environment—a place where I manipulated the rules to keep everyone safe. It was my Non lethal domain, a reflection of my power to create a space where conflict could exist without causing real harm."
He then grew more serious, his tone dropping lower. "But Sukuna's 'Malevolent Shrine' is the complete opposite. When he activates it, it doesn't just create a separate space; it create another reality over the existing one. It's an open barrier that doesn't need to close off space to become effective. Everything within its range becomes a cursed zone where his techniques—'Dismantle' and 'Cleave'—become unavoidable, automatic, and terrifyingly precise."
The room fell silent as everyone absorbed his words. Yoda's eyes narrowed slightly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Dangerous, this is… more than we realized."
Gojo's expression darkened even further, his frustration becoming more evident. "Now, here's the real problem," he continued, his voice taking on a grim edge. "Because of the bath barrier that I just create , I've lost access to the Malevolent Shrine. Sukuna has sunk too deep into my soul. The reason I managed to win against the Ancient Darkness—if Yaddle suspects the same thing I do," he glanced toward Yaddle, "is because I still had some access to the Malevolent Shrine back then."
He turned his gaze back to the group, his tone almost challenging. "If any of you truly want to know why I'm so concerned, ask Yaddle. If you're brave enough, if you think you're worthy of understanding what it's like to be chased by a crazy force like Sukuna, then maybe you'll get it."
Yoda and the others listened carefully, and the weight of his words was sinking in. Yaddle seemed to take a deep breath, her face showing the complexity of her thoughts.
Gojo continued, "The Malevolent Shrine's range, even with just one finger, extended up to four kilometers. But now that I've sealed Sukuna deeper, I'm planning—maybe even forced—to confront him here. And this time, if I release his power to it half almost full extent... it will be at a scale far more dangerous."
He sighed, a mix of frustration and determination in his voice. "Here's the deal: every time Sukuna gains one of his fingers back, his Domain Expansion's effective range increases. It's like a multiplier—times 0.5 for every finger he gains. When I fought the Ancient Darkness, he had a manageable power with just one finger … but now, he already has four fingers. "
Gojo's gaze grew intense as he looked at each of them. "If you think fighting Sukuna is just a game, think again. The more fingers he gets back, the more unstoppable he becomes. So, my plan is to fight him here… and only this time, release his power to fifteen fingers. Because if I don't catch him off guard now, his power will grow exponentially."
Valorum, visibly concerned, interjected. "How many fingers does Sukuna currently possess in your body, Gojo?"
Gojo glanced at Valorum, his expression serious. "I have all 20 of Sukuna's fingers sealed within me. He's currently at a four-finger level, but I'm planning to release him at 15 fingers to increase the Malevolent Shrine's range. This will give me a chance to fight him with at least 75% of his power."
Valorum's face had gone pale, the full weight of Gojo's words sinking in. He stammered slightly before finding his voice. "So, you're saying that if you release him at fifteen fingers… Coruscant, or at least a hundred-kilometer radius of it, could be reduced to dust?"
Gojo nodded, his expression serious. "That's right, Valorum. At fifteen fingers, Sukuna's Domain Expansion could potentially cover an area of thirty kilometers. And if he decides to activate it multiple times… well, we're dealing with the King of Curses. The most powerful being in my world. He could keep going until there's nothing left."
Valorum swallowed hard, his face reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Then why here, Gojo? Why on Coruscant?" he asked, his voice tight with a mix of fear and desperation.
Valorum's face grew even paler at Gojo's blunt statement. He hesitated, trying to find the right words to respond, but Gojo continued, his tone unyielding.
Gojo's gaze hardened, his three pupils narrowing as he stared at Valorum. "This is your fault," Gojo said, his voice sharp and unyielding. "Somehow, you've lost your power, and in doing so, allowed the Federation to nearly stage a coup against the entire Senate. The Republic is weaker than it's ever been. But I don't blame you alone—everyone's gotten too comfortable in these times of peace, haven't they? Meditating, praying, seeking gods through the Force, while your enemies sharpen their blades in the shadows."
Valorum's face grew even paler at Gojo's blunt statement, struggling to find a response as Gojo continued, his tone dripping with a mixture of mockery and terrifying reality. "And if what Pong Krell said is true, there's a Sith out there who ordered to stab me—and he did stab me. But I'm Gojo Satoru, the man who somehow comes back and regenerates his arm." Gojo's words cut through the room, a blend of arrogance and the undeniable truth of his power.
Gojo then shifted his gaze, addressing the entire room with a sharper tone. "The Trade Federation isn't just a small problem," he said, his voice slicing through the tension like a blade. "They probably have ten Lucrehulks ready to swarm Naboo, maybe even twenty if they're feeling bold. And let's not forget—if a powerful Sith decides to ambush me, and I die, every one of you in my group dies with me. Because right now, I'm the one carrying the burden of keeping them safe."
Valorum flinched slightly, knowing that Gojo was right. "And you, Valorum," Gojo went on, his gaze sharp and direct, "you don't have the power to stop them. You're on the verge of being replaced, and there's not much you can do. Your authority is already crumbling. So, I have to deal with my problem—now."
He turned his gaze to the Jedi, his tone challenging. "And none of you Jedi are capable of handling this either, not in your current state. Compared to the warriors of the Old Republic, you're far too weak. The threats have grown, but the strength to face them hasn't."
The room fell silent as Gojo's words hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken truth.
Yoda's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression thoughtful. Too comfortable we have become, perhaps. Blinded by peace, the growing shadows we have not seen. A reminder this is—of how far we have drifted from the old ways. Yoda felt a pang of regret, the weight of his years pressing upon him. He had seen the decline firsthand, but Gojo's words cut through with a clarity that was hard to dismiss. A dangerous truth, Gojo speaks. Correct, he may be, but stubborn are the Jedi.
Mace Windu's jaw tightened, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. Far too weak? He almost bristled at the accusation but couldn't deny the kernel of truth in it. We've grown complacent, overconfident in our own righteousness. But to say we're weak... Mace's pride clashed with the reality of their situation. The Jedi Order had always stood as the Republic's shield, yet now, faced with Gojo's stark words, it felt like that shield was thinner than ever. We must prove him wrong, not through words, but through action.
Obi-Wan glanced at Qui-Gon, unease flickering in his eyes. Is this what we've come to? A legacy of peace that's dulled our edge? He had always trusted in the Force, in the Order's path, but Gojo's words stirred doubt. We're not the warriors of the Old Republic. We're peacekeepers, diplomats... but are we ready for the darkness that's coming? Obi-Wan's mind raced through the battles they'd faced recently, realizing that Gojo was right—they hadn't been tested against true threats in a long time.
Qui-Gon's expression was contemplative, but inside, he felt a pang of recognition. The Jedi have strayed far from the path. We've become bureaucrats, more focused on politics than the Force. He looked at Gojo with a mix of respect and concern. He sees clearly the flaws we've chosen to overlook. We must adapt, or risk being swept away by the storm he's warning us of. Qui-Gon knew that change was never easy, especially for the Order, but Gojo's challenge resonated deeply within him.
Gojo continued, his voice firm. "So, if we're going to survive this… if Coruscant is going to survive this… then I have to do what I do best: face the threat head-on and hope to catch it off guard. Because if we wait, if we let it grow, then there won't be anything left to protect."
Obi-Wan, still processing Gojo's words, asked, "That red sky we saw on Tatooine… was that the Malevolent Shrine?"
"Yes, it is," Gojo confirmed, his tone somber. "And that was just a four-kilometer range. If I release Sukuna at fifteen fingers, it could extend up to thirty kilometers… or more. You saw a glimpse of it then. Imagine it multiplied several times over."
Valorum, visibly shaken, murmured, "Coruscant… could be turned to dust."
Gojo nodded. "And that's why I need the Malevolent Shrine back in its empowered form."
Obi-Wan's face paled slightly. "Gojo, I know… that World Dismantle is horrifying."
Before Obi-Wan could continue, Gojo suddenly summoned an ethereal screen in the middle of the Senatorial Rotunda. The screen displayed the aftermath of World Dismantle, revealing the destructive force Gojo had unleashed during his duel against Yoda. The image showed the Senatorial Rotunda itself, visibly scarred and split, with massive cuts running through the structure, a direct result of their fierce battle.
The room fell silent as the Jedi and Valorum stared at the haunting scene. The once grand and imposing rotunda now bore deep, jagged scars—walls and pillars cleaved apart, the floor marred with deep gashes that cut through the very foundation. It was a stark, undeniable testament to the intensity of the clash between Gojo and Yoda.
Gojo pointed at the display. "This is the aftermath of World Dismantle. It cut through the Senatorial Rotunda, leaving these scars behind. The duel between Yoda and me wasn't just a display of power; it was a battle of survival, pushing our abilities to their limits."
Obi-Wan's eyes widened as he took in the extent of the damage. "The Rotunda… it's practically split in two. Gojo, this level of destruction… if Sukuna releases this kind of power repeatedly, Coruscant wouldn't stand a chance."
Gojo nodded, his expression serious. "I understand the risks. But I've already taken steps to control it. Both Sukuna and I need to chant to activate World Dismantle, and I will disrupted his ability to chant by tore the tongue on the mouth on his stomach. Without that, he can't unleash his full strength unless I allow it."
The gravity of Gojo's words hung heavily in the air. The Jedi exchanged uneasy glances, the reality of the situation sinking in. They were facing a power that could not only match but exceed anything they had encountered, and it was in the hands of someone who operated beyond their understanding of control and restraint.
Gojo's actions were a stark reminder of the potential for both destruction and protection that lay within him—a double-edged sword that could either save Coruscant or doom it, depending on how it was wielded.
Suddenly, Yukinami, who had been quietly listening, spoke up. "Sensei," she began cautiously, her eyes filled with both curiosity and concern, "could you at least… release his ghost-like ethereal form? Just for us to see?"
The room fell silent at her suggestion. The Jedi exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of her request. Yoda's ears twitched slightly, a thoughtful frown crossing his face. Mace Windu looked skeptical, his gaze sharpening as he considered the implications.
Obi-Wan looked taken aback. "Are you sure that's wise?" he asked, his voice low, as if afraid of provoking whatever presence might be lurking. "Releasing even a part of Sukuna could be—"
"Extremely dangerous," Mace added, his tone firm. "Do you know what you're asking, Yukinami?"
Yukinami nodded, her expression resolute. "I want to understand what we're truly dealing with… If we're going to face it, we need to see it, even if it's just a glimpse."
Gojo glanced at her, a hint of surprise mixed with admiration in his eyes. "You do realize Sukuna's ethereal form isn't just some harmless phantom, right?" he warned, his voice carrying both caution and a strange sense of amusement.
Reika, standing close to Yukinami, whispered nervously, "Are you crazy, Yukinami? This isn't some training exercise…"
Suzunami, who had already seen the Malevolent Shrine looming behind Gojo and witnessed Sukuna's eerie manifestation as a mouth on Gojo's left cheek, clenched his fists. His eyes darted between Yukinami and Gojo, a mixture of concern and frustration etched on his face. We've already seen glimpses of Sukuna's power—his presence is enough to make anyone uneasy. But to ask for more… He couldn't help but think back to the moment he first saw Sukuna. The chill that had run down his spine was still fresh in his mind. "Yukinami, I don't think you understand—just seeing his mouth on Gojo's cheek was terrifying enough. Releasing more of him could be… unpredictable."
Even Anakin's face showed a mix of fascination and anxiety. "Sensei," he said carefully, his eyes wide with a mix of dread and curiosity, "are you really thinking of doing it?" Anakin's young mind raced with the possibilities, both intrigued by the idea of witnessing Sukuna's power and fearful of what such a release could mean for everyone present.
Padmé, standing nearby, couldn't hide her worry. Her brows furrowed as she glanced at Yukinami, then back at Gojo. "Gojo, this is madness," she interjected, her voice tinged with urgency. "You've already shown us enough. Why risk unleashing something we can't control? This isn't just about seeing—it's about what could happen if things go wrong." She stepped closer, her expression a mix of fear and pleading. The stakes are too high. If Sukuna's power is anything like what I've seen already…
Queen Amidala, currently disguised as Sabe, mirrored Padmé's concerns. She placed a hand on her chest, her face pale but resolute. "I agree with Padmé," she said, her voice firm yet edged with tension. "This is not the time or place to test the limits of a power that could threaten all of Coruscant. We've already seen the destruction that just a fraction of it can cause." She looked directly at Gojo, her eyes reflecting a deep-seated worry. "We're all here because we believe in protecting what's important. Don't let curiosity lead us into unnecessary danger."
The weight of their reactions settled heavily in the room. Gojo's eyes scanned each of them, sensing the mixture of fear, curiosity, and resolve. The tension was palpable, every breath held in anticipation of what Gojo would decide.
Gojo's lips curled into a faint smile. "Well, it seems some of you are curious enough to see what the King of Curses looks like…" He glanced at the Jedi and Valorum, his expression challenging. "What about the rest of you? Are you ready to face something that truly hates me with every fiber of its being?"
He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "From what I see, if we don't have the Malevolent Shrine in its empowered form, I'm sure as hell in trouble when the Trade Federation attacks at full force. And that's not even counting the possibility of a sudden Sith ambush on Naboo's space routes. I'm the only one in this group who can breathe in space, but even that won't be enough if they decide to throw everything they have at us."
Gojo's gaze sharpened, his tone growing more intense. "Remember, they already staged a coup when they took everyone hostage at the Grand Convocation Chamber. The Trade Federation isn't holding back, and they're not afraid to go after what they want. You've seen what they're capable of when they nearly brought the Republic to its knees. If a Sith shows up in the middle of all that chaos, things could get a lot worse very quickly."
He turned his focus back to the group, his expression serious yet resolute. "I need the Malevolent Shrine back—not just for the power it brings, but because without it, our defenses are incomplete. If we're going to stand a chance against whatever's coming, we need every advantage we can get, even if it means confronting Sukuna head-on."
The room remained tense, filled with the weight of Gojo's words. The reality of their situation was stark: they were facing threats on multiple fronts, and the only way to survive might involve taking risks that none of them were entirely comfortable with.
Padmé stepped forward, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. She reached out and held Gojo's hand with both of hers, her touch gentle yet firm. "Gojo, I know you're an outsider," she began, her voice soft but laced with worry. "This was supposed to be our problem, not yours. You've already done so much… more than anyone could have asked for. And I think we both know that whatever Queen Amidala agreed to pay you for your help won't truly reward the risks you're taking."
She looked up at him, her gaze unwavering. "You've become the richest man on the Outer Rim since you raided the Lucky Despot—you don't need more wealth or power. So why are you still fighting for us? Why put yourself in danger when you could easily walk away?" Her voice quivered slightly, betraying her underlying fear for him. "We're grateful, truly, but I can't help but worry about what this is costing you. You shouldn't have to bear this burden alone."
Gojo looked down at Padmé, her earnest concern washing over him. For a moment, his hardened expression softened as he felt the genuine care behind her words. It was a rare moment where he allowed himself to be seen not just as the powerful outsider, but as someone who was putting everything on the line.
Valorum's face tightened as he processed Padmé's words. He knew the Republic had limitations in the Outer Rim, where its reach was weak and influence limited. "The Lucky Despot is beyond the Republic's control," Valorum admitted reluctantly, his frustration evident. "Even though it's filled with artifacts that belong to our history, our legacy… the Republic's hands are tied out there. Too many rules, too much red tape."
Mace Windu's eyes narrowed, his expression thoughtful rather than accusatory. "The Outer Rim operates by its own rules—rules that often clash with the Republic's values. We know there are significant artifacts out there, some of which are important to the Jedi Order. But our influence in those territories is minimal. We can't act freely, constrained as we are by laws that don't bend easily, especially in regions where the Republic's authority is weak."
Gojo met their gazes, unflinching. "I'm aware of the limitations you face—that's exactly why I did what I did. The Lucky Despot and everything within it are beyond your reach, but not beyond mine. I took what was necessary to ensure I have the resources and leverage needed when things go south, because they will. It's not about the wealth; it's about survival."
He turned back to Padmé, squeezing her hands gently. "I'm not fighting for rewards or glory. I'm fighting because it's what needs to be done, and I'm the one who can do it."
He glanced at Valorum and Mace, his tone firm. "The Republic's rules are well and good, but they don't always apply where I operate. Sometimes, you have to make decisions that others can't or won't make, and that's where I come in. I'm not bound by the same constraints, and that's my advantage—and, by extension, yours."
Padmé's eyes glistened with tears, her grip on Gojo's hands tightening. "Then just… promise me you'll be careful. Promise me you won't lose yourself in all this."
Gojo gently touched her cheek, his expression softening. "I won't lose myself, Padmé. I'm still Gojo, the troublemaker who teases you at every chance." He chuckled lightly, though his eyes held a deeper seriousness. "But I won't deny that my personality has shifted a bit since that time on Tatooine when I first used World Dismantle and left a scar in space itself. It's hard to stay the same when you're dealing with powers that vast."
He then turned his attention to Queen Amidala, currently disguised as Sabe. "So, how about it, my employer? Do we bring out the King of Curses in his ghost form, or do we hold back?" Gojo's tone was half-joking, but the weight of the decision hung heavily in the air.
Padmé gave a subtle signal to Queen Amidala (Sabe), urging her to agree. Sabe's mind raced, her inner thoughts filled with doubt. This is going to be a bad idea… but if it's my true queen's orders, then I have no choice but to agree. Taking a breath, she nodded, her expression strained but resolute. "Very well, Gojo. If Padmé believes this is the best course of action, then we'll proceed."
Gojo nodded in acknowledgment, then turned to Valorum with a questioning look. "Well, Valorum, are those 100 kilometers of safe space ready, as planned?"
Valorum, still trying to regain his composure amidst the intensity of the discussion, responded with a hesitant nod. "The preparations are underway," he said, his tone a mix of anxiety and responsibility. "We've designated an area on Coruscant's outskirts—far from civilian populations. It's still in progress, but it should be ready soon enough for… whatever you plan to unleash."
Gojo smirked slightly. "Good. Make sure it's secured. When dealing with the King of Curses, even a hundred kilometers can feel too close."
Gojo, ever cautious, set up an extra layer of protection by deploying Curse Zone: Spatial Domination, anticipating that Sukuna's ghost form might be unruly. He knew all too well that Sukuna was always eager to tear him apart given the chance. Steeling himself, Gojo announced, "Alright, I'll release his ghost form and let you all get a taste of what we're dealing with."
The room fell silent, and the tension escalated instantly. Everyone watched with bated breath as Gojo closed his eyes, focusing deeply. He reached into the depths of his being where Sukuna lay dormant, and the air grew heavy with anticipation. A dark, oppressive energy began to fill the space, thick and suffocating.
Sukuna's POV
Hmm… the brat's loosening the barrier. Letting me out, is he? No, he wants to introduce me… Sukuna mused with malicious glee. Well, if that's his game, I'll make sure they meet the King properly.
Back to the Scene
Suddenly, the roof of the room was sliced cleanly in two, an invisible force cutting through it like butter. A deep, guttural laughter echoed around them as the walls beside Gojo were also violently slashed apart, creating an opening into the void beyond. The oppressive presence thickened, and from the shadows emerged Sukuna, his form both horrifying and magnificent.
With four muscular arms, two mouths—one stretched unnaturally across his stomach—and four menacing eyes, he stood towering over them. A distinct flesh plate rested on his left side, his body exuding a terrifying aura of raw, uncontained power.
He threw his head back and laughed, a wild and manic sound that sent chills down everyone's spine. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" His voice boomed like thunder, shaking the room. "Ahhhh, the feel of being freed… There are so many here," he sneered, his gaze sweeping across the group with a sinister grin. "Women, aliens, men… it will be a slaughter."
Valorum's face turned ghostly pale, his thoughts a swirling mess of fear and disbelief. This presence… it's like Gojo's but twisted, dark… pure evil. How can this thing exist within the same man who's been helping us? The realization of the danger Gojo had been containing hit him like a tidal wave. We are meddling with forces far beyond the Republic's understanding.
Yoda's ears twitched, his expression darkening as he sensed Sukuna's energy. Powerful, yes, like Gojo. But filled with hatred, he is. An embodiment of chaos and destruction, he is, a reflection of Gojo's light and evolution . The Force whispered warnings of chaos and destruction. A great imbalance, this one brings… and a challenge we are not prepared for.
Mace Windu's eyes narrowed as he assessed Sukuna. Only four fingers… and yet, so formidable. He felt the sheer weight of Sukuna's presence. If this is the creature that helped Gojo create World Dismantle, then we are standing before a force of unparalleled darkness. Can we even trust Gojo to keep this contained?
Yaddle's eyes widened as Sukuna's full form came into view. I knew something was off about Gojo, but this… this is beyond expectation. She had sensed a lurking darkness within Gojo, but this was a revelation that exceeded all her fears. This isn't just Gojo's burden; it's a danger to us all. How long can this be contained?
Suzunami's breath hitched as the familiar dread washed over him. It's him, the same one from the Malevolent Shrine. The sight of Sukuna standing there, fully realized, was more terrifying than any phantom he had ever faced. We're in the presence of something that could obliterate us in seconds… and we're powerless.
Yukinami stood frozen, her mind gripped by fear. The dread… it's so much worse than before. She could barely breathe as Sukuna's oppressive energy bore down on her. How does Sensei keep this inside him? The sheer terror of facing something so malicious left her questioning their safety.
Padmé took a deep breath, her heart racing as she looked between Sukuna and Gojo. Gojo… what have you done? She could see the strain on his face, the burden he bore alone. He's fighting this for us, but it's costing him so much. Despite her fear, her concern for Gojo outweighed her dread of Sukuna. He's so strong, but no one should have to carry this alone.
Queen Amidala( Sabe) watched in stunned silence, her earlier apprehension now screaming in her thoughts. This is a disaster waiting to happen. We should never have agreed to this. Yet, she saw the determination in Padmé's eyes and knew she had to trust her queen's judgment. Even if it means standing before a monster.
Anakin stared, wide-eyed, his young mind struggling to grasp the enormity of Sukuna's presence. This isn't just another enemy… this is something else entirely. The raw malice emanating from Sukuna was unlike anything he had ever encountered. Sensei is fighting this? He glanced at his mother, sensing her fear, and the full weight of the danger hit him. How can even Sensei stand against something like that?
Shmi clutched Anakin tightly, her motherly instincts screaming to shield him from the monstrous presence before them. This is evil… She had never felt such malevolence, and the sight of Sukuna sent chills down her spine. How did Gojo get tangled up in this? We need to stay safe… but how can we with this creature here?
Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed as he studied Sukuna. So, this is the creature that helped Gojo create World Dismantle. The power is unmistakable. He felt the darkness radiating from Sukuna, a stark contrast to Gojo's presence. There's more to this than mere strength—this is something that exists beyond our understanding of the Force. A true embodiment of chaos.
Obi-Wan's gaze was fixed on Sukuna, his mind racing. This… this is what helped Gojo create that devastating technique. The magnitude of what he was witnessing began to settle in. It's not just Gojo's power—it's this creature's influence as well. How can anyone hope to control something so wild, so destructive? He exchanged a quick glance with Qui-Gon, both of them realizing the extent of the challenge before them.
Sukuna, seething with rage, suddenly attempted to lash out at the group, but his ethereal form passed through them harmlessly. "Brat!" he snarled, his voice echoing with fury. "You think you can mock me like this? Trapping me in this ghostly form? I should tear you apart!"
Gojo's expression remained unbothered, his tone almost casual. "Welcome to being a ghost, Sukuna. But let's cut to the chase—I want the Malevolent Shrine back."
Sukuna's rage intensified, his spectral form flickering with anger. "You sealed me! Cut me off from the outside world and used that cursed bath to bury me even deeper within you! And now you have the audacity to negotiate with me?"
Gojo shrugged nonchalantly. "Yup, I already ate all twenty of your fingers per our binding vow agreement."
Sukuna's eyes flared with hatred. "But you cut me off from the power of those fingers by building that barrier! You think you can wield my power and keep me caged?"
Gojo's grin widened. "Well, it's your own fault for not reading the manual or understanding the terms of our agreement," he said with a teasing edge. "But now that we're here, how about we figure out how to make this work? After all, it's not just me who's affected if your power stays locked away."
Sukuna's ethereal form trembled with barely contained fury, but his interest was piqued. "You dare speak of cooperation after what you've done? You want something from me, and you think I'll just hand it over?"
Gojo's eyes narrowed, his voice firm. "You want to be the King of Curses, right? Then let's talk. If we don't find a way to work together, you'll remain a forgotten relic inside a sorcerer. But if we do… well, the world might just remember who you are."
Sukuna's malevolent grin returned, though his eyes burned with a mix of hatred and curiosity. "You're bold, brat. Too bold. But… I'm listening. Try not to waste my time."
Yoda, who had been observing the exchange silently, stepped forward, his presence commanding despite his small stature. He looked up at Sukuna, his expression calm yet probing. "Angry, you are. Resentful, your spirit remains. But power alone, not the true path it is."
Sukuna turned his burning gaze on Yoda, a twisted smile curling his lips. "Well, if it isn't the little green sage. You think your wisdom can sway the King of Curses? What would you know of power, old creature?"
Yoda remained unfazed, his eyes locking onto Sukuna's with a steady resolve. "Know of power, I do. Wield it, I have. But destroy, it does, when unchecked it is. A king you claim to be, but a king of ruin, you remain if anger guides you."
Sukuna's ethereal form flared, his eyes narrowing with contempt. "Spare me your ancient wisdom, old fool. I am Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. Power is meant to be wielded, to dominate, to crush those beneath me. That's what makes a king, not your pitiful balance."
Yoda's ears twitched slightly, his calm unbroken. "A king of curses, yes. But true power, not in domination it lies, but in understanding and control. Bind you, anger does. Blind you, it has. A king you wish to be, but in your rage, trapped you are."
Sukuna sneered, leaning closer, his massive form looming over Yoda. "And what would you know of being trapped? You're bound by your Order, your rules, your precious Force. You're no freer than I am, stuck inside Gojo's little prison."
Yoda tilted his head, eyes never leaving Sukuna's. "Trapped, you both are. Together, your fates are intertwined. To rise, rise together you must, or in conflict, lost you both will be."
Sukuna's grin faltered slightly, a flicker of contemplation crossing his features. He straightened, his gaze hard and piercing. "You're a bold little creature to lecture me, but you're not wrong. Still, don't think I'll bend easily. Gojo made his choices, and I've made mine. Cooperation might suit him, but I bow to no one."
Yoda nodded slowly, his expression one of gentle understanding. "Choice, always yours it is. But remember, Sukuna, a king without wisdom is but a tyrant. And a tyrant's reign, short it is."
Sukuna stared down at Yoda, a complex mix of fury and reluctant respect flickering in his eyes. For a moment, the two ancient beings stood in silent challenge, each embodying opposing philosophies—one of unbridled power and domination, the other of balance and wisdom.
"Nice words from an old relic," Sukuna finally growled, his tone laced with disdain. "But words won't win you anything. Power does." He turned his gaze back to Gojo, his expression hardening. "So, brat, what's it going to be? You want my—"
Gojo interrupted Sukuna with a sudden, dangerous glint in his eyes, his usual nonchalance replaced with a darker edge. "Let's cut to the chase, shall we, Sukuna?" Gojo's voice was low, his words dripping with a cold resolve that sent a shiver through the room. "Let's kill each other, Sukuna. I'll bring you back to your physical form with the power of fifteen fingers, and we'll settle this once and for all."
Gojo's tone sharpened, and his expression grew menacing. "But remember this—you can't kill me, and I can't kill you, because we're tied together. If I die, you die too. So, it's not just about who can destroy the other—it's about who wins."
Sukuna's eyes narrowed, a mix of irritation and intrigue flashing across his face. Gojo's habit of cutting him off was a constant source of aggravation, and this time was no different. Yet, even through his simmering rage, Sukuna couldn't help but listen as Gojo laid out his terms.
"If you win the fight," Gojo continued, his voice now carrying a challenging edge, "you get control of my body. My body is your reward. But if I win, you give me back the Malevolent Shrine. And don't worry, I won't cut you off from the outside world again. It took too long to create that bath barrier once, and I'd rather not go through that ordeal again."
Gojo's smirk grew, his confidence radiating like a blade ready to strike. "And of course, this whole agreement will be sealed with a binding vow. No tricks, no escaping. Just you and me, a fight to decide who truly holds the power."
Sukuna's sinister grin widened, his eyes flaring with a twisted joy at the prospect of the challenge. Despite the interruption, despite Gojo's constant needling, the thought of a direct confrontation excited him. He relished the idea of proving himself, of crushing the sorcerer who had kept him caged for so long.
"You're bold, brat," Sukuna sneered, his voice a dangerous rumble. "Too bold for your own good. But you have my attention. A fight to the end, with everything on the line… That's more my style."
Gojo's gaze remained locked with Sukuna's, both of them emanating an almost palpable animosity that filled the room with tension. This wasn't just a negotiation; it was a declaration of war between two beings bound by fate and yet desperate to overpower the other.
"Don't think I'll make it easy for you," Gojo said, his smile twisting into something darker. "This isn't about just wielding your power. This is about proving who's really in control."
Sukuna's laugh was deep and malevolent, echoing through the space like a death knell. "Fine. We'll do it your way. But know this, brat—I won't hold back. When I'm done, the King of Curses will be all that's left of—"
Before Sukuna could finish, a chorus of voices interrupted, concern and fear spilling over from Gojo's companions.
Padmé stepped forward, her expression filled with anxiety. "Gojo, you can't do this!" she exclaimed, her voice breaking slightly. "You're putting everything on the line—your life, your control over Sukuna. If he wins, he takes over your body! That's too dangerous. You're not just risking yourself; you're risking all of us."
Reika, her eyes wide with fear, spoke up, her voice trembling. "Sensei, this plan is insane! You've taught us about being strategic, about not taking unnecessary risks. But this… you're gambling with your life and the lives of everyone who counts on you." She paused, her gaze softening. "I care about you, Sensei. We all do. Don't let your pride get in the way of your safety."
Yukinami clung to Reika's side, her voice quivering as she added her concern. "Sensei, please… you don't have to do this. We've all seen what Sukuna can do, even when you use the shrine . You're the strongest, but even you can't guarantee the outcome of a battle like this. I… I don't want to lose you. We need you."
Mace Windu's expression was severe, his voice cutting through the room. "Gojo, your binding vows are not to be taken lightly. You're binding your fate to a creature that thrives on destruction and chaos. If Sukuna takes your body, he will have access to powers that could bring ruin on an unimaginable scale. You're risking not just your life but the safety of entire worlds."
Obi-Wan, stepping forward with urgency, said, "We've witnessed Sukuna's malice firsthand. Gojo, this isn't just another fight—it's a gamble with outcomes that we can't predict. You're talking about binding yourself to an enemy who would do anything to see you fall. There has to be another way."
Qui-Gon's voice was calm but laden with concern. "Gojo, you have incredible strength and a resolve that few can match. But this is a dangerous path. Binding vows are powerful, but they are also unpredictable. To bind yourself to Sukuna, especially with your life and control at stake, is to play with forces that even you may not fully understand."
Yaddle's eyes reflected her deep worry. "Dangerous, this is, Gojo. A path fraught with peril. Bind yourself, you must not, to a being of such darkness. Your strength, great it is, but even the greatest can be brought low by overconfidence. Other ways there are—seek them, you should."
Shmi, holding Anakin close, couldn't hide her fear. "Please, Gojo, reconsider. You've done so much already—don't let this be the end of you. We need you; Anakin needs you. You're more than just power. You're hope."
Anakin's face was pale, his eyes wide with worry. "Sensei, you've been like a hero to me. But this… it's too much. I've seen you take on impossible odds, but this isn't just about fighting. If you lose, what happens to everyone else? Please, Sensei, don't do this."
Sabe, still disguised as Queen Amidala, stepped forward, her expression grim. "Gojo, we've placed our trust in you, but this—this is more than just a fight. It's a risk that could destroy not just you, but all of us. As your allies, we can't let you go through with this without voicing our concerns. This isn't just about power; it's about the lives that hang in the balance."
Gojo's eyes flickered as he absorbed the chorus of concern from his companions. For a moment, the weight of their words pressed against the cold resolve he had built. He took a deep breath, his gaze softening ever so slightly as he looked at each of them.
"You all have valid—"
Before Gojo could finish, Sukuna's laughter erupted, echoing through the room with a chilling malice. "Kukuku... AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Sukuna's voice boomed, and his eyes gleamed with dark amusement. "Did you see it? His three-pupil eyes? That's a man desperate to win, hungry for power! An outsider trying to—"
Without missing a beat, Gojo snapped his fingers, and Sukuna's voice abruptly cut off, silenced by Gojo's power. Sukuna's furious expression flickered as he realized he'd been muted, his form straining against the invisible hold.
Gojo, unfazed by the reactions and Sukuna's outburst, turned his gaze toward Valorum and the assembled Jedi. His expression sharpened, a mix of challenge and practicality. "Valorum, or any of you Jedi," he said, his tone calm but edged with a pointed question, "can any of you take down a ship or any forces within a thirty-kilometer range? Because let's not forget—the Trade Federation is going full arsenal on Naboo. Isn't that right, Queen Amidala?" He turned to Sabe, still in her guise as the queen, seeking her confirmation.
Sabe, maintaining her composure despite the palpable tension in the room, nodded slowly. "Yes," she confirmed, her voice steady and resolute. "The Trade Federation's forces are growing by the day. If they launch a full-scale attack on Naboo, we won't be able to hold them off with our current defenses."
Obi-Wan's brows furrowed as he considered Gojo's question. Gojo's right; the Jedi are powerful, but we're not built for large-scale destruction. His thoughts drifted back to the Clone Wars and the countless battles he had fought, realizing that the Jedi were more peacekeepers than soldiers of mass destruction. "Gojo, the Jedi are skilled warriors, but our strength lies in precision, not sheer force," Obi-Wan said, his tone measured. "We can face threats head-on, but taking down entire fleets or wide areas isn't within our scope. We are guardians, not weapons of mass destruction."
Mace Windu crossed his arms, his face a mask of deep contemplation. He was a Master of the Order, known for his combat prowess and strategic mind, yet even he knew the limitations of the Jedi's strength in such scenarios. The Jedi are the defenders of peace, not wielders of indiscriminate power. He acknowledged Gojo's point with a slight nod. "Gojo, our capabilities are formidable, but we are not equipped to dismantle entire fleets with a single stroke," Windu stated firmly. "Our role is to protect and guide, not to unleash devastation on such a scale. We need something—or someone—that can match the overwhelming force of the Federation's arsenal."
Qui-Gon Jinn listened intently, his gaze steady and thoughtful. Always a maverick, he understood the need for unconventional methods when the stakes were high. Gojo's challenge isn't just about force; it's about facing the reality of what we're up against. He stepped forward, his voice calm but tinged with urgency. "The Jedi have faced many threats, but we've always relied on the Force, not overwhelming firepower," Qui-Gon said, his eyes meeting Gojo's. "In the past, we've negotiated, defused conflicts, and fought when necessary, but this is different. We've never been meant to counter an entire fleet on our own. The Republic's military might is not at our disposal here, and without that, our strength has its limits."
Gojo's gaze swept over the Jedi, reading their responses with a measured calm. "Right ," he said, his voice carrying the weight of their shared understanding. "I'm not here to undermine the Jedi's capabilities. But Naboo's facing a threat that requires something beyond precision strikes and diplomacy. This is about stopping a full-scale invasion, not just cutting down a few soldiers. The Malevolent Shrine, Sukuna's power, my abilities—they can do what the Jedi and Republic can't in this situation."
He looked directly at Valorum and then back to the Jedi. "You are the defenders of peace, the guardians of the light. But sometimes, peacekeepers need something—or someone—who can tip the scales when the enemy brings everything to the table."
Valorum nodded, a heavy sigh escaping him as he faced the reality of their limitations. "Gojo, you've made your point. The Republic's forces are stretched thin, and the bureaucracy is slow to act. We don't have the power or the reach to counter a full-scale assault by the Trade Federation in real-time. Our strength lies in diplomacy and strategic deployment, not in overwhelming force. We need solutions beyond our conventional means, especially when the threat is already at our doorstep."
Yoda, sitting thoughtfully with his gimer stick resting across his lap, listened carefully. His expression was calm but deeply reflective as he contemplated Gojo's words. He knew the power he possessed, and yet he also knew the limitations that even his immense mastery of the Force could not transcend.
"Strong, the Jedi are," Yoda began, his voice carrying the wisdom of centuries. "Skilled in the ways of the Force, we are. But power to destroy fleets, to wipe out entire forces within a broad range—this, we do not have. At my strongest, in balance, my strength lies, not in devastation." He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly with the weight of hard truth. "Legends tell of Jedi who could shift many large mountains or pull capital ships from the sky, but even then, our strength is in precision, focus, and guidance. Destruction on a massive scale is not the path of a Jedi, nor within my reach, even in my prime."
He glanced at Gojo, the look in his eyes clear: Yoda understood the need for power in this situation, but it was a power the Jedi did not wield, not even the strongest among them. He had led the Jedi through wars, faced Sith Lords, and moved mountains in battle, but this was different. The kind of raw, unrestrained force Gojo spoke of was beyond even Yoda's vast capabilities.
"We are defenders of peace," Yoda continued, his voice soft yet firm. "Not warriors wielding unchecked might. Powerful, yes, but not to destroy without thought, not to overwhelm armies alone. Precision, restraint—these are the ways of the Jedi. To bring balance, not ruin."
Gojo nodded, acknowledging Yoda's words. He respected the Jedi Master's perspective, but he also knew that the scale of threat facing Naboo required more than the balanced approach the Jedi traditionally employed. It required the kind of power that could level battlefields, not just defend against them.
As Gojo absorbed their responses, Sukuna moved silently, his ethereal form gliding through the room like a shadow. Though his voice was muted, his presence was anything but quiet. His eyes flickered with amusement and malice as he drifted closer to Anakin, his towering form casting a dark silhouette over the boy. Anakin stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat as he stared up at the King of Curses. Shmi, seeing the fear in her son's eyes, quickly stepped forward and pulled Anakin into her arms, shielding him from Sukuna's ominous gaze.
Sukuna's eyes then shifted to Suzunami, moving with a predatory grace that sent a chill through the room. Reika and Yukinami immediately stepped in front of Suzunami, their stances defensive, bodies tense as they faced down the entity that was Gojo's shadow. Reika's eyes were sharp, ready to act, while Yukinami's fear was visible, yet she stood firm beside her brother and fellow disciple.
Sukuna only grinned wider, his smile grotesque and filled with a cruel delight at the reactions he provoked. Though silenced, the message in his eyes was clear—he thrived on fear, on the chaos he could stir even in his restrained state.
Sukuna's grin grew even more sinister as he observed the reactions around him, his grotesque delight feeding off the fear and tension in the room. Though silenced, the malice in his eyes made it clear that he thrived on the chaos he could stir, even when restrained.
Suddenly, Gojo snapped his fingers, pulling Sukuna's ethereal form back to his side. With a casual wave, he lifted the mute from Sukuna, allowing his voice to spill out once more.
"Spill it, Sukuna," Gojo said, his tone edged with authority. "I know you too well if they were truly weak, you wouldn't be interested."
Sukuna chuckled darkly, his eyes darting towards Suzunami. "That boy, Suzunami... and his sister, though I couldn't care less about her. He has a technique similar to mine. What's your technique called, boy?" Sukuna's voice was both mocking and intrigued, cutting through the room like a blade.
Gojo glanced at Suzunami and shrugged. "Up to you, Suzunami."
Suzunami stepped forward, his voice steady despite the malevolent presence looming before him. "My technique is called Altar. It has an extension known as Severance. I can sever the source of any attack that targets me, whether it's a ranged attack or something else. As long as I can touch the ground or the attack itself, I can cut through it completely."
Sukuna's expression shifted, his twisted grin giving way to genuine fascination. "Interesting... Altar and Severance. Cutting through the source, huh? Now that's something I can respect. Most try to block or dodge. You go straight for the heart of it. I like that."
He turned back to Gojo, his eyes narrowing with a cruel light. "These twins... the only curse users you've got, aren't they? And you know it, brat . If you had more, you'd gather them, wouldn't you? Form your own little cult of curses."
Gojo laughed, meeting Sukuna's gaze with a smirk. "You're not wrong. If I found others, I might just gather them together, start a little group. Call it a cult, if you like."
Sukuna's grin turned more sinister as he focused on Suzunami once more. "Tell me, boy," he said with a dark chuckle, "have you ever cooked humans? It's an art, really. Getting the taste just right."
Suzunami's face twisted in revulsion, his voice sharp. "You're a cannibal."
Sukuna merely shrugged, his amusement unbothered by Suzunami's disgust. "Cannibal, King of Curses, call me what you want. I eat whatever interests me. If something catches my fancy, I throw a bone—reward them. If it annoys me?" His eyes glinted with a lethal edge. "I kill it without hesitation."
His gaze shifted, settling on Anakin, who stood beside his mother, Shmi. "And that boy beside his mother... Anakin Skywalker, huh?" Sukuna's voice lowered, a mix of curiosity and dark excitement flickering within. "Gojo's memories are all mixed up with mine, but I remember clearly—there's potential in you, boy. Enough to kill that brat who cages me." Sukuna's eyes narrowed, assessing Anakin with a sinister glee. "the brat was right. I can sense it—you're capable of killing me too."
The room fell silent, the weight of Sukuna's words sinking in. The Jedi exchanged uneasy glances, each of them struck by the realization that it wasn't just Gojo who saw something extraordinary—and potentially dangerous—in Anakin. Sukuna, a malevolent force with no allegiance to the Jedi or the light, had recognized the same potential.
Qui-Gon's eyes flashed with concern, his thoughts racing. Sukuna sees it too… This boy's potential is beyond anything we've encountered. Dangerous, even. Too much for someone so young. Qui-Gon glanced at Anakin, troubled by the raw power that not only Gojo but Sukuna had acknowledged. For a creature like Sukuna to take an interest in Anakin, it underscored the immense, volatile force that lay within the boy.
Shmi's breath hitched, her grip tightening on Anakin's shoulder as she pulled him closer. Fear and protectiveness mingled in her eyes, her heart pounding at the thought that something as dark as Sukuna could recognize her son's potential. "Anakin is strong, but he's good," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "He won't be swayed by power or threats. His future isn't with darkness."
Mace Windu's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he processed Sukuna's acknowledgment of Anakin. If even Sukuna sees it, then Anakin's potential is more than just promise—it's peril. Mace's voice was stern, edged with caution. "Anakin's path lies with the Jedi, where he can learn to control and use his power for good. Whatever you see, Sukuna, we will make sure it's channeled in the right direction."
Yoda, his expression a mix of contemplation and concern, tapped his gimer stick lightly on the ground. "Surprising, this is," Yoda murmured, his ancient eyes focusing intently on Anakin. "Recognized, the boy's potential has been. Not just by Gojo, but by Sukuna, a being of darkness. Much to consider, there is. Dangerous, untrained power is. A careful path, Anakin must walk, guided by the light, or risk falling, he will."
Obi-Wan's eyes widened at the realization, his usual composure shaken. "If even Sukuna can see Anakin's potential, then we must tread carefully. Anakin, your strength is great, but it must be tempered with wisdom and restraint. The path ahead is not just yours but one we all must help guide."
Anakin, feeling the intensity of their gazes, squared his shoulders, his young face set with determination. He met Sukuna's gaze head-on, defiance blazing in his eyes. "I don't care what you or anyone else says," Anakin declared, his voice clear and resolute. "I'm not going to use my power to hurt people. The Jedi believe in me, and I believe in them. I'll prove that my strength can be used---
Before Anakin could finish, Sukuna interrupted with a dismissive sneer. "Ah, another speech. How boring." Sukuna's eyes glinted with disdain, his smile growing more taunting. "But what really puzzles me, boy, is why you'd choose to waste yourself on this group of misfits." He gestured mockingly toward the Jedi, his voice dripping with contempt. "These monks, clinging to their robes and outdated ideals, thinking they're protectors. They're powerless in the grand scheme, too afraid to embrace true strength. Joining them?" Sukuna scoffed, his laughter echoing cruelly. "What a waste of potential."
Sukuna's eyes swept over the room, his gaze lingering on the Jedi and the Republic officials. "This fallen group, this crumbling Republic, and these foolish monks," he sneered, "are the reason Gojo has been forced to seek the shrine again. They can't handle their own mess, and now the brat here has to put himself at risk, once again. By default, Gojo's shackled to their weakness, forced to make sacrifices because they're too pathetic to do what needs to be done."
Gojo watched Sukuna's tirade with a bemused expression, an amused smile tugging at his lips. Sukuna's harsh words weren't far from the truth; the Republic's failures and the Jedi's reluctance to wield true power had indeed pushed Gojo to consider the dangerous step of reopening the bath seal to regain the Malevolent Shrine. The irony wasn't lost on him. Sukuna, in his usual fashion, was twisting the knife, forcing everyone to confront uncomfortable truths.
Gojo's eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity as he glanced at Anakin, wondering how the boy would respond to such a blatant provocation. What will you do, Anakin? Will you crumble under the pressure, or will you stand your ground?
Anakin's eyes blazed with defiance, his fists clenched at his sides. Sukuna's words stung, but they also fueled a fire within him. "You don't know anything," Anakin snapped, stepping forward, his voice steady and filled with conviction. "The Jedi aren't weak. They choose to protect people, not dominate them. You think hurting others makes you strong? That's not strength—that's fear. Real power comes from using your strength to help, not to harm."
Sukuna's grin widened, watching Anakin with a mix of amusement and dark interest. "Ah, the righteous hero talk," he mocked, leaning closer as if inspecting a curiosity. "But tell me, boy, do you really think these Jedi can teach you what you need? They're bound by their codes, their fear of true power. They're a dying order, clinging to their fading light. You've got potential, but you're wasting it here."
Anakin's determination only grew, his voice rising with a bold declaration. "I don't care what you say, Sukuna. I believe in the Jedi, and I believe in myself. And if you're so sure I'm wasting my potential, then I'll prove you wrong. I'll punch you down if I have to, and I'll take whatever power I need—even if it means robbing some of your cursed energy. I'll use it to protect people, not destroy them."
Sukuna's laughter erupted, a wild, unrestrained sound that echoed through the chamber. His eyes sparkled with dangerous delight, thrilled by Anakin's audacity. "That's it, boy! Now you're speaking my language! A challenge, a bold declaration to rob me of my power? I like that. Let's see if you've got the guts to try."
Gojo remained on the sidelines, still amused and intrigued by the exchange. Sukuna's ridicule of the Jedi and the Republic had set the stage for this confrontation, forcing Gojo's hand in ways he hadn't entirely anticipated. But watching Anakin's fierce defiance, Gojo couldn't help but be curious about the boy's potential.
Interesting, Gojo thought, his smile lingering as he observed the heated exchange. Sukuna's taunts may have stirred the pot, but Anakin's resolve might just be the spark needed to light the way forward. Let's see where this leads.
With the air thick with tension and Sukuna's mocking laughter still ringing, the path ahead was uncertain, filled with risks and challenges that would test them all. But for now, Gojo watched, amused and unperturbed, as the lines between defiance and destiny began to blur.
Mace Windu and Yoda exchanged glances, both Jedi Masters suddenly aware of the unspoken approval Anakin had just received from both Gojo and Sukuna. It was not just his raw, dangerous potential that stood out—it was his conviction, his unwavering belief in the Jedi ideals even when faced with the darkest of beings. Perhaps this boy truly is the hero the Jedi Order needs, Windu thought, his stern expression softening slightly as he reconsidered his earlier reservations. Not just powerful, but resolute in his values. Maybe... just maybe...
Yoda nodded slightly, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. The chosen one, he may be. Not for power alone, but for his heart and courage. Seen, he has, the true path of a Jedi. A light in the darkness, he is. More than potential, this one carries. The ancient Master could feel a glimmer of hope, a rare and fragile thing in these tumultuous times.
Qui-Gon Jinn couldn't help but smile, pride swelling within him as he watched Anakin hold his ground against Sukuna's provocations. He's more than what we've given him credit for, Qui-Gon thought, his belief in the boy reaffirmed. Not just potential, but true bravery and spirit. He is meant for greatness, far beyond what any of us have foreseen.
Yaddle, observing from her seat, felt a surge of pride as well. It wasn't just about Anakin's potential or his connection to the Force; it was his unwavering belief in the Jedi Order that moved her. Another youngling who still believes... Despite the darkness, despite the challenges. His faith in the Jedi remains strong. It was a reminder that their teachings still held meaning, still inspired hope.
Obi-Wan's chest swelled with pride as he watched Anakin. The boy he had started to see as his own responsibility, perhaps even as a brother or son, had stood up to the King of Curses with a courage that many fully trained Jedi might have lacked. You've grown, Anakin, Obi-Wan thought, his heart filled with both pride and determination. You've shown today that you're more than just power—you're a true Jedi at heart.
Shmi Skywalker, standing close to Anakin, felt her heart swell with pride. She had always known there was something special about her son, something beyond the mere capabilities of any other child. But hearing him declare his intentions so boldly, in front of beings as formidable as Gojo and Sukuna, filled her with an unshakable sense of pride. "That's my boy," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Standing up to the King of Curses, not backing down. You're going to do great things, Anakin. I've always known it."
For a moment, the room was filled with a rare unity—a shared recognition of Anakin's potential that transcended Jedi, sorcerer, and curse. Anakin's bold declaration, his refusal to be swayed by darkness, had sparked something greater than fear or uncertainty. It had ignited a flicker of hope, a belief that perhaps, in this boy, the Jedi had found not just a powerful force user, but the hero they desperately needed in a galaxy shadowed by looming threats.
Gojo continued to watch, his amusement tinged with a subtle curiosity. Well, Anakin, let's see how far your courage will take you. In a room full of power and ambition, you've stood your ground. That's not something I see every day. And with that, the delicate balance between defiance and destiny shifted once more, the path forward illuminated by the resolve of one determined boy.
Sukuna's eyes drifted over to Yoda, his grin widening with a mix of mischief and menace. "So, what do you think, green relic?" Sukuna sneered, not bothering to address Yoda by name. "You've got my approval as well the King of Curses. This boy will bring interesting things to me, especially if I ever find a way out of this cage." Sukuna's words dripped with dark promise, his presence a stark contrast to Gojo's more measured amusement. It was as if Sukuna relished the potential chaos Anakin's power could unleash, seeing in the boy not just a Jedi but a wild card that could tip the scales.
Yoda regarded Sukuna with a calm yet wary expression, the flicker of a grin appearing at the edges of his ancient features. "Approval, you give," Yoda said, his voice measured and wise. "But approval from you, a double-edged blade it is. Understand this, I do. The opposite of Gojo, you are. Destruction, your path is. Creation, his. Seek balance, we must, not just approval from darkness." Yoda's gaze never wavered, fully aware of the treacherous nature of Sukuna's words and the sinister curiosity that fueled them. A challenge, this is, Yoda thought. Yet, potential and danger, hand in hand, they often walk.
Sukuna's laughter echoed through the chamber, unrestrained and filled with a twisted joy. "Oh, don't get me wrong, relic. I couldn't care less about your Jedi games or your precious balance. But this boy?" Sukuna's eyes gleamed with malice. "He'll either be your greatest triumph or your downfall. Either way, it's going to be fun to watch."
Yoda's expression remained composed, though the lines of his brow furrowed slightly. He knew that engaging with Sukuna was like playing with fire—no matter the outcome, the burns would linger. "Much to prove, the boy still has. But faith in him, we do. Trust, a path through darkness, he will find. Watch, you may, but bound by your cage, remain you must."
Gojo, sensing the thickening tension, interjected smoothly, turning his attention back to Valorum. "Alright, Valorum," Gojo said, his voice cutting through the lingering echoes of Sukuna's taunts. "Are the preparations ready?"
Valorum, who had been watching the exchange with a mix of awe and apprehension, nodded quickly, snapping out of his daze. "Yes, Gojo. The area is secured and ready as planned. Far from civilian populations, as requested."
Gojo nodded, his demeanor shifting to one of cool efficiency. "Good. Let's get this show on the road, then." He cast a quick glance at Sukuna, his expression unreadable but laced with the usual air of control. "I'm not here to entertain you, Sukuna, but if it means getting what I need, I'll play along. For now."
Sukuna's grin never faded, his form flickering slightly as he settled back into a more passive stance. "Oh, don't worry, brat. I'm already entertained. Just don't bore me by playing it too safe."
The room, still heavy with the weight of potential and peril, began to shift into action, every figure poised at the brink of what lay ahead. Anakin, standing taller than ever, felt the support of the Jedi and his mother but also the watchful, expectant eyes of Gojo and Sukuna.
As the preparations began, Sukuna turned his gaze back to Gojo, a sly curiosity burning in his eyes. "Anyway, brat, I've been meaning to ask," Sukuna drawled, his tone dripping with mock intrigue. "What did you do to possess those horrifying eyes of yours?" His grin widened, revealing sharp teeth. "Those three-pupil eyes… It's interesting. That look means you pulled off some pretty crazy risks—kind of like what you did on that desert planet."
Gojo met Sukuna's gaze evenly, his own expression calm but edged with a hint of challenge. "Have you ever died, Sukuna?" Gojo asked, his voice deceptively casual. "I have. But the difference between your death and mine? When I died, I got upgraded." He paused, letting the words sink in. "You, on the other hand, got sealed by me."
Sukuna's smile twisted, his eyes narrowing with a flicker of anger, but there was also a glint of respect in his gaze. He chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the room. "A brat who dies and comes back with a power-up. How amusing." Sukuna's laughter was laced with a grudging admiration, as if he couldn't help but acknowledge the sheer audacity of Gojo's journey. "You're a piece of work, Gojo. You might just be the only one who could pull something like that off."
Gojo shrugged, unfazed by Sukuna's reaction. "It's not about pulling it off," he said, his tone as cool as ever. "It's about knowing when to take the risk and having the guts to follow through. That's something you can respect, isn't it?"
Sukuna's eyes gleamed with a mix of fury and something close to approval. "I do respect it, brat," Sukuna admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But don't think for a second that it makes us equals. I'm still the King of Curses, and if I ever break free, you're the first one I'll crush."
Gojo smirked, his eyes glinting with the confidence of someone who'd stared down death and come back stronger. "I'll be waiting," he replied simply, his voice steady and sure. With Sukuna's laughter lingering in the air, Gojo turned back to Valorum and the others, his focus shifting back to the task at hand.
While the others prepared for the coming conflict, Gojo's eyes flickered to a different place entirely, his vision locking onto the glowing quest screen that only he could see. His amusement deepened as he scanned the latest updates—a quest he had hacked and customized, weaving his own binding vow into the mix before all of this had even begun.
[Quest Completed!]
Main Quest: Create the Craziest Drama Ever and Elevate Anakin's Standing Among the Jedi.
Objective:
Push Anakin Skywalker into the spotlight, making him a recognized hero among the Jedi Order.
Status: Completed
Reward: Mimihagi, the Right Hand of the Soul King
Mimihagi's Abilities:
Precognitive Immunity: Immune to the precognitive abilities of The Almighty, allowing it to remain hidden from even the most powerful seers like Yhwach, making it invisible in future visions.
Precognition: Possesses the Soul King's power to see into the future, enabling it to anticipate events and act accordingly.
Umbrakinesis: As a living shadow, Mimihagi can control darkness, erecting barriers of shadow to block attacks and defend against threats.
Consumption: Capable of assimilating other beings by consuming them, potentially absorbing their powers or essence.
Stagnation Governance: Governs the concept of stagnation, halting growth, change, and progress. It can enforce stillness, preventing transformations and developments via its symbiotic connection to its host.
Life Extension: Grants blessings to those who offer it something other than an eye, stopping the progression of ailments and extending the life of its host.
Penalty: Error... Error... Error... (System glitch detected due to gojo being gojo .)
Gojo chuckled quietly at the penalty, a blatant reminder of his unauthorized tampering. He'd pushed the boundaries of the system, and the errors were just another sign of his success in bending the rules.
Optional COMPLETED : Make Sukuna Acknowledge Anakin.
Reward: Hōgyoku, Soul-Crumbling Orb (1/2)
Hōgyoku's Abilities:
Desire Materialization : Grants the ability to reshape reality and fulfill the user's deepest desires, dissolving boundaries between what's possible and impossible.
Barrier Dissolution: Breaks down barriers and limitations, enhancing existing powers and unleashing hidden potential.
A slow grin spread across Gojo's face as he absorbed the rewards. Mimihagi's abilities were exactly what I needed, and the Hōgyoku... now that's something I can work with. His mind raced with possibilities, every potential plan lining up perfectly in the game he was playing. It amused him how neatly everything had fallen into place, a chaotic tapestry woven by his own hands.
Sukuna, catching the lingering smirk on Gojo's face and the distant, calculating look in his eyes, scowled. Though unaware of the specifics of Gojo's machinations with his hacked quests and system, he could sense that something significant had shifted. "Why are you so damn punchable, brat?" Sukuna growled, irritation bubbling over. "First those creepy eyes, and now this. What kind of game are you playing?"
Without a word, Gojo lifted his right arm and turned it, revealing the back of his palm. An ominous eye blinked open, surrounded by a shroud of shadows that writhed and pulsed as if alive. The mark of Mimihagi, claimed by Gojo's audacious quest, emanated a dark, foreboding power that filled the room with an eerie tension.
Sukuna's scowl deepened into confusion, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the eye on Gojo's hand. He didn't fully grasp what he was seeing, but the sheer weight of the power Gojo now wielded was unmistakable. "What did you do to get that?" Sukuna demanded, his voice edged with both anger and a reluctant curiosity.
Gojo's smile never wavered, his tone light but laced with a hint of menace as he replied, "Those Malevolent Shrines? I'm planning to make them part of my collection once I've completed my job." The words were casual, yet the intent behind them was clear: Gojo was playing a bigger game, one that involved mastering the powers he encountered rather than just wielding them.
Sukuna's eyes widened slightly before a chuckle escaped him, low and rumbling, growing into a full-throated laugh that echoed through the chamber. The King of Curses was genuinely amused, his earlier irritation melting into something resembling respect. "So that's it, huh? Always looking to get stronger, always scheming. You're no ordinary sorcerer, brat. You've got something inside you that keeps pushing, keeps wanting more. Not just for power's sake, but to take control of every damn thing you see."
Gojo met Sukuna's gaze without flinching, his smile sharpening. "You're not wrong. I've never been one to settle, especially when there's so much more to be gained." His eyes glinted with a quiet determination, as if every obstacle, every powerful entity, was just another challenge to be conquered and added to his ever-growing arsenal.
Sukuna leaned back, crossing his arms with a smirk of his own, the anger from earlier replaced by an odd sense of camaraderie. "You're a piece of work, Gojo. Playing the hero, saving people, but in the end, you're no different from the rest of us. Always reaching, always grabbing at more. A real goody two-shoes who isn't afraid to get his hands dirty." Sukuna's tone held a twisted admiration, a recognition of the shared drive between them despite their vastly different natures.
Gojo's expression didn't change, but there was a flicker of acknowledgment in his eyes. "Maybe. But I get the job done." The darkness around Mimihagi's eye pulsed, a subtle reminder of the power he now wielded and the lengths he was willing to go to achieve his goals.
Sukuna's laughter faded into a satisfied grin, a rare show of respect from the King of Curses. He understood Gojo's game better now, and in a way, he respected it. This brat isn't just strong—he's relentless, Sukuna mused, his grin widening. And maybe that's why he's the only one who could pull something like this off.
The tension in the room softened into an uneasy alliance, a mutual understanding that, for all their differences, Gojo and Sukuna were more alike than either would readily admit. And as Gojo turned his attention back to Valorum and the task at hand, he knew that this was just the beginning. With Sukuna's respect begrudgingly earned and his own power growing ever stronger, Gojo was ready to take on whatever came next, knowing full well that the game was his to win.
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