Capítulo 17: JOGOVER.
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The air thickens with an oppressive heat as the landscape around Satoru Gojo and Yuji Itadori shifts dramatically. The sky darkens, and the ground beneath their feet hardens into cracked, molten rock. Lava flows like rivers, and the air is filled with the choking stench of sulfur. Jogo's voice reverberates through the fiery hellscape as he activates his Domain Expansion: Coffin of the Iron Mountain.
The world has become a volcanic prison, with towering walls of searing rock closing in on all sides. Satoru remains calm, his expression unreadable, while Yuji looks around, wide-eyed and tense, trying to comprehend the overwhelming shift in their surroundings.
"This is Domain Expansion," Satoru explains, his tone casual despite the dire circumstances. "It's a technique that allows a sorcerer—or in this case, a curse—to forge an enclosed space, shaping reality to their will. The one who creates the domain gains a significant advantage: their attacks become unavoidable, completely accurate."
Yuji remembers the chaotic battle in the detention center. "Megumi, Nobara, and I encountered something similar," he says, recalling the twisted, distorted space that nearly claimed their lives. "But this... this is on a whole different level."
Satoru nods. "What you faced was an unpolished Domain, incomplete and raw. But what Jogo has created here is fully formed, and much more dangerous. Now that we're inside, his attacks will hit their mark, even my Infinity technique won't protect us entirely."
Jogo, standing at the heart of his domain, feels a flicker of satisfaction at the sight of his enemies surrounded by his volcanic might. The intense heat causes the air to shimmer, and the lava flows with increasing intensity. "You're finished, Gojo," Jogo snarls, his voice echoing with malice. "In here, I am invincible. Your cursed techniques mean nothing!"
The cursed spirit's body radiates power as he prepares to incinerate Satoru and Yuji, his anger fueling the flames that crackle and hiss around him. The ground beneath them glows red-hot, ready to erupt at Jogo's command.
But Satoru's calm demeanor never wavers. Instead, he smiles, as if amused by Jogo's confidence. "You're right about one thing, Jogo," he says, "Domain Expansion is a powerful technique. But there's more than one way to counter it."
Jogo's eye narrows as Satoru raises his hand, the atmosphere around him shifting once again. "You see," Satoru continues, "the simplest way to counter a Domain is to deploy one of your own. When two Domains collide, the more polished, more refined Domain will overwhelm the other. Or, if you're strong enough, you can just overpower the Domain's creator and destroy it from within."
As Satoru speaks, the air around him pulses with cursed energy. Yuji feels the immense power building up, far beyond anything he's sensed before. Satoru's eyes flash with a brilliant blue as he activates his own Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void.
The volcanic landscape shatters like glass, and in its place, an endless, surreal void unfolds. Jogo's Coffin of the Iron Mountain is obliterated in an instant, replaced by a boundless space of pure, incomprehensible infinity. Colors and shapes blur together, merging and separating in an endless dance. The sheer magnitude of the domain is overwhelming, its very presence a testament to Satoru's immense power.
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The boundless expanse of the Unlimited Void continues to overwhelm Jogo, his once-fiery spirit now reduced to a mere flicker. His single eye, wide with terror, darts around in frantic, futile attempts to make sense of the infinite information assaulting his mind. Every thought, every sensation, is drowned in a relentless flood of stimuli, rendering him completely immobile. He can do nothing but stand there, suspended in a state of torturous paralysis, unable to even cry out as his consciousness slowly unravels.
Satoru Gojo, his expression calm and collected, approaches the broken curse. His presence alone is enough to shatter the remnants of Jogo's pride. With a swift, almost casual motion, Satoru extends his hand, and in an instant, Jogo's head is severed from his body. It floats before him, still alive, but entirely at the mercy of the world's strongest shaman.
Yuji Itadori watches in silent awe, the sheer power and precision of his sensei's actions driving home the undeniable truth: Gojo Satoru is indeed the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. The sight of the once-terrifying special-grade curse reduced to a mere head, helpless and powerless, leaves Yuji both impressed and a little shaken. He had witnessed Gojo's power before, but this was something else entirely—an entirely different level of mastery.
Satoru holds Jogo's head at eye level, his gaze cold and calculating. "Before you die, there's something I need to know," he says, his tone as sharp as the cursed energy that had severed Jogo's head. "Who sent you? Who's behind this assassination attempt?"
Jogo's eye twitches, his mind struggling to form coherent thoughts amidst the overwhelming pressure of the Unlimited Void. But even in this state, some defiant part of him remains, clinging to the orders given by his master. He says nothing, only glaring at Satoru with the last of his fading will.
Satoru sighs, almost disappointed by the lack of cooperation. "You're not making this easy," he remarks, tightening his grip on the curse's head. "But I suppose I can be patient. After all, we have all the time in the world—at least, I do."
As the interrogation continues, Yuji stands by, absorbing every detail of the scene. He's in awe of Gojo's composure, the way he handles the situation with such ease. There's a part of him that feels sorry for Jogo, but he knows that mercy isn't an option when dealing with curses. Still, seeing Gojo's power firsthand reinforces Yuji's resolve to become stronger, to learn all that he can from this man who stands at the pinnacle of the jujutsu world.
Meanwhile, not far off, two figures watch the scene unfold from a distant cliffside. Pseudo-Geto, his expression unreadable, observes the confrontation with calculated interest. Beside him, the plant-like curse Hanami stands silently, its presence barely noticeable as it merges with the surrounding nature.
"Should we go and save him?" Hanami asks, its voice a low rumble that blends with the rustling of leaves.
Pseudo-Geto doesn't answer immediately, his eyes fixed on Satoru and the floating head of Jogo. "Might as well.'
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[Auther: Now that the fodder is gone. Let's continue.]
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