Capítulo 16: JOGOAT.
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The smoke from Jogo's explosive attack lingers in the air, shrouding the battlefield in a thick haze. For a moment, the cursed spirit believes he has succeeded, his molten eye flickering with a glimmer of hope. But that hope quickly turns to dread as the smoke is blown away, revealing Satoru Gojo standing unscathed, his white hair fluttering in the breeze.
Satoru dusts off his jacket with a casual air, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Nice try, Jogo," he says, his voice calm and unbothered. "But your attacks will never reach me."
Jogo's eye widens in confusion, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "What... what are you talking about?" he snarls, the heat of his anger causing the air around him to shimmer.
Satoru's gaze sharpens, and with a flick of his wrist, he beckons Jogo to approach. "Come closer," he invites, his tone almost mocking. "Try and touch me."
Warily, Jogo extends his hand, reaching out to grasp the sorcerer. But just as his fingers near Satoru's outstretched hand, they stop, as if meeting an invisible barrier. Jogo's hand hovers mere centimeters from Satoru's palm, unable to bridge the gap.
"What's happening?!" Jogo demands, panic edging into his voice. He pushes harder, but no matter how much force he applies, his hand refuses to move closer.
Satoru's smile deepens, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "What you're feeling is the 'Infinity' between us," he explains, his voice smooth and confident. "You can approach me, but you'll never make contact. The closer you try to get, the more space there is between us."
Jogo's confusion turns to horror as he realizes the truth. Satoru wasn't just blocking his attacks—he was manipulating the very fabric of space itself. "Impossible..." Jogo whispers, his voice trembling with disbelief.
Before he can react, Satoru seizes the opportunity to demonstrate his superiority. Still holding Jogo's hand in place, Satoru uses his free hand to deliver a series of quick, precise thrusts. Each strike lands with devastating force, the impact sending shockwaves through Jogo's body. The cursed spirit is pummeled relentlessly, his body jerking with each hit as he struggles to comprehend what's happening.
Jogo's thoughts race. "How is he doing this? It's just a simple cursed-energy attack, right? But… it feels like so much more…"
Satoru doesn't give him time to recover. "You're probably wondering how this works," he says, his voice cutting through Jogo's confusion like a knife. "It's not just a matter of cursed energy. It's about the space between us—the infinity I can bring into reality by controlling the convergence and divergence of space."
Jogo's mind reels as Satoru continues his explanation. He struggles to wrap his head around the concept, but before he can grasp the full scope of Satoru's power, the sorcerer decides to show him the true extent of his abilities.
"Let me demonstrate," Satoru says, his voice dropping an octave. He raises his hand, a sphere of brilliant red energy swirling to life in his palm. "Cursed Technique Reversal: Red."
With a flick of his wrist, Satoru releases the energy. The sphere pulses with unimaginable force, the air around it distorting as it rockets toward Jogo. The cursed spirit has no time to react as the red energy slams into him, its sheer power overwhelming him completely.
The impact is cataclysmic. The force of the attack sends Jogo hurtling through the air, crashing through the trees and tearing through the forest like a meteor. The cursed spirit's body is battered and broken, his volcanic form barely holding together as he finally comes to a stop, embedded in the shattered remains of a massive boulder.
Jogo gasps for breath, his mind reeling from the sheer devastation of the attack. Satoru's words echo in his mind, the explanation of his techniques making the cursed spirit realize just how outmatched he truly is.
"Reversal Red," Satoru's voice reaches him, cool and unwavering. "It's the opposite of my Lapse Blue technique. Instead of pulling things toward me, it pushes them away with overwhelming force. But that's just the beginning."
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Jogo's body is battered and bruised, but his spirit refuses to yield. His single eye narrows as he musters what strength he has left. With a growl, he gathers cursed energy, ready to counterattack. But before he can even launch his assault, Satoru Gojo vanishes from his sight.
A split second later, Satoru reappears behind him, moving with such speed that Jogo has no time to react. "Too slow," Satoru remarks calmly before delivering a powerful kick to Jogo's back. The force of the blow sends Jogo hurtling through the air, crashing down into a shallow lake nearby. Water erupts in a massive splash as the cursed spirit's body slams into the surface, sending ripples across the lake.
Jogo struggles to regain his footing, his body trembling from the impact. His mind races with the realization that he is hopelessly outmatched. But Satoru isn't finished. Without another word, he turns and effortlessly warps back to Jujutsu High.
Inside the school, Yuji Itadori is dozing off in a room filled with movie screens, each playing a different film. Despite the chaotic environment, Yuji's body is surrounded by a steady, controlled flow of cursed energy, even while he sleeps. Satoru enters the room, observing his young student with a satisfied smile.
"Even in your sleep, huh?" Satoru murmurs, impressed by Yuji's progress. He had designed this exercise to teach Yuji how to maintain a constant flow of cursed energy under distracting conditions. It seems that Yuji had not only succeeded but exceeded expectations.
Satoru gives Yuji a gentle nudge, waking him from his nap. Yuji blinks groggily, rubbing his eyes as he focuses on his teacher. "Gojo-sensei? What's going on?"
Satoru grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Time for your next lesson, Yuji. It's about Domain Expansion."
Yuji's eyes widen in surprise. "Domain Expansion? Isn't that…"
Before Yuji can finish his sentence, the world around him shifts. The room disappears, and in the blink of an eye, he finds himself standing beside Satoru on the battlefield where Jogo had just been defeated. The shallow lake still ripples from the impact of Jogo's fall, and the air is thick with tension.
Jogo, battered and enraged, slowly rises from the water. He glares at Yuji, his eye narrowing as he realizes who he's looking at. "You... you're Sukuna's vessel," Jogo hisses, the recognition sending a surge of anger through him. He turns his glare to Satoru. "What is this? Are you planning to use him as a shield?"
Satoru waves off the accusation with a light-hearted laugh. "Nothing like that. This is just a lesson for my student." He pats Yuji on the shoulder, ignoring the cursed spirit's mounting fury.
Jogo snarls, his temper flaring as his volcanic head begins to heat up once again. "You're underestimating me again! This brat will only slow you down."
But Satoru remains unfazed. "Oh, Jogo," he says with a serene smile, "everything will be fine. After all, you're weak." The words drip with condescension, further infuriating the curse.
Jogo's rage peaks, his head erupting with molten fury. Lava spews from his crown, the ground beneath him sizzling and cracking from the intense heat. "How dare you!" he roars, his voice a thunderous boom as he channels his anger into raw power.
Yuji, witnessing the sheer intensity of Jogo's cursed energy, feels a shiver of fear run down his spine. This curse is by far the strongest he's encountered. The oppressive force of Jogo's energy weighs heavily on him, and for a moment, doubt flickers in his mind.
But before that fear can take hold, Satoru's calm voice cuts through the tension. "Relax, Yuji," Satoru says, his tone gentle yet firm. "I'm here, and this is just the beginning. Trust me, you'll be fine."
Yuji looks up at his teacher, seeing the unwavering confidence in Satoru's eyes. Slowly, the fear begins to ebb away, replaced by a determination to learn and grow. If Satoru believes in him, then he has no reason to doubt.
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[Auther: Clearly, JOGOAT is holding back.]
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