Chương 57: Duel Of Fates ( Gojo vs Darth Revan )
Gojo stood amidst the aftermath of his latest conquest, his expression unreadable as he reviewed the abilities gained from Pernida's absorption of Darth Malgus. The essence of Malgus's battle prowess—his relentless aggression and mastery of Form V: Djem So—melded seamlessly into Gojo's arsenal, adding yet another layer of lethal versatility.
With a subtle shift of his left hand, Pernida's form receded, merging back into Gojo as his severed arm reattached itself seamlessly. "Well done, Pernida," Gojo said with a satisfied nod. Pernida's compliance was silent but absolute, and Gojo could feel the newfound strength coursing through him, the echoes of Malgus's dark side fervor now at his disposal.
Gojo then turned his attention to the lifeless body of Plagueis, still intact as per his orders. Without a word, he extended his hand, a faint shimmer of cursed energy wrapping around the corpse. His soul distribution technique took root, planting a seed within the vessel for Auswählen—a contingency should it become necessary to tap into the vestiges of the Sith's power once more. "Looks like this is the second time, after Darth Bane," Gojo muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly. "But it's not the last."
He knew precisely what lay ahead, thanks to the omniscience granted by the Almighty. He had glimpsed the threads of fate and seen the forms the remaining clones would take. With a calculated calm, he mused aloud, "Five more, huh? All tied to this cheap trick of Force essence transfer. A desperate ploy by the dark side." Gojo's tone shifted to one of disdain, his mood souring further as he recalled the specifics of the next threat.
"The third clone is Darth Caedus," Gojo continued, his voice laced with irritation. "Jacen Solo… He was supposed to fucking arrive much later, not in this era. The dark side of the Force must be very fucking desperate." He sneered, the absurdity of it all almost laughable. "And it's on Alderaan, of all places—the exact spot where he'll be born in the future. A ridiculous loop of destiny trying to rewrite itself."
Gojo was poised to eliminate the threat preemptively, his fingers twitching as he began to manifest the X-Axis rifle, the ultimate sniper weapon that could pierce through dimensions without fail. But just as he started forming the ethereal gun, a ripple of energy brushed against his senses—a presence, powerful and familiar, lingering near the hangar of the Xyston-class Star Destroyer.
Gojo turned, his expression shifting from annoyance to curiosity, then to a wide, manic grin. A figure cloaked in dark robes and an air of ancient power stepped forward, his face concealed behind a masked visor that had become legendary across the ages. Darth Revan, the enigmatic Sith Lord whose legacy spanned both light and dark, stood before him.
Gojo's eyes sparkled with a dangerous excitement as he recognized the notorious Sith. His grin widened, and a manic laugh burst from his lips, echoing through the desolate hangar.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Gojo's laughter was a mix of exhilaration and sheer delight, reverberating through the steel corridors. "Now this is interesting! The dark side really is throwing everything at me! Revan, huh? A wildcard, outside the clones. I didn't see this coming, but…" He trailed off, his laugh subsiding into a sly, knowing smirk.
Gojo's excitement reached a fever pitch as he summoned his weapons, a clear signal that he was ready to meet Revan's challenge head-on. In his left hand, the reishi broadsword materialized, a shimmering blade of spiritual energy crackling with an intense blue aura, its form a testament to Pernida's alien adaptation and the malleability of Gojo's will. In his right hand, the Arm of Darkness—Odin's sword from Final Fantasy XVI—emerged, a massive, obsidian blade that seemed to absorb the very light around it, radiating an ominous and suffocating presence.
Revan, unperturbed by Gojo's display, calmly ignited his own weapons. The twin lightsabers sprang to life with a hiss, one blade glowing a fierce red and the other a vibrant purple. The contrasting colors cast a sinister yet regal glow, their hums resonating in harmony, reflecting Revan's mastery of both the dark and light sides of the Force.
Without warning, Gojo launched forward, his movements blurring into a swift, lethal dance. He invoked Dancing Steel, a technique that allowed him to unleash a relentless barrage of sword strikes with blinding speed. The air around him seemed to shiver as his blades moved in perfect synchrony, slashing through the space between him and Revan with ferocious precision. Each swing of the reishi broadsword was followed by the devastating cleave of Odin's sword, creating a storm of strikes that left no room for error.
Revan responded with equal ferocity, meeting Gojo's onslaught with the fluidity of Form IV: Ataru, combining acrobatic agility with aggressive, sweeping strikes. He leapt and spun, his twin lightsabers weaving an intricate web of defense that parried Gojo's attacks with precise counters. The red and purple blades flashed like lightning, deflecting the assault and sending sparks flying as they clashed against Gojo's swords. The battle was a blur of motion and light, each combatant moving with supernatural speed and agility.
Gojo's Dancing Steel technique continued, his strikes becoming faster and more unpredictable, shifting seamlessly into a series of thrusts and wide arcs that pressed Revan back. He wielded the reishi broadsword with a nimble grace, its energy slicing through the air with a keening wail, while the Arm of Darkness swung with crushing force, each blow capable of cleaving through the heaviest of armors. Gojo's eyes, glimmering with the four pupils of his Rikugan, tracked Revan's every movement, anticipating each shift in stance, every calculated counter.
Revan adjusted his tactics, transitioning into Form VI: Niman, blending the acrobatics of Ataru with the balanced strikes of Form III: Soresu, creating a defensive whirl that absorbed Gojo's relentless attacks. He twirled his lightsabers in a dazzling display of finesse, deflecting the reishi broadsword's ethereal edge with the purple blade and parrying Odin's crushing strikes with the red. Revan's movements were a masterclass in adaptability, his dual lightsabers spinning in a synchronized dance that met Gojo's ferocity with unyielding precision.
The clash of blades resonated through the hangar, each impact sending shockwaves rippling through the air. Gojo pivoted, feinting high with the reishi broadsword before delivering a sweeping low strike with Odin's sword, aiming to sever Revan's legs. Revan flipped backward, evading the blow with a graceful somersault, his red lightsaber flicking down in a counterstrike aimed at Gojo's exposed flank. Gojo twisted, bringing the Arm of Darkness up in a sweeping arc to parry the attack, the force of the collision sending a burst of energy outward.
Revan pressed his advantage, channeling the raw power of Form V: Djem So, delivering a sequence of heavy, overpowering strikes designed to break through Gojo's defenses. His lightsabers came down like hammer blows, each swing carrying the full weight of his strength. Gojo's Dancing Steel shifted seamlessly into a defensive rhythm, his swords weaving a protective barrier that absorbed Revan's assault with calculated precision.
Gojo grinned, relishing the challenge. He activated the full potential of his Arm of Darkness, the blade glowing with an intense, dark energy as he launched a crushing downward strike aimed directly at Revan's center. Revan crossed his lightsabers, blocking the attack with a burst of Force-enhanced strength, the ground beneath them cracking from the sheer force of the impact.
Both fighters pushed against each other, locked in a fierce test of willpower and strength. Sparks flew from their weapons, the clash of lightsaber against sword creating a cacophony that echoed through the vast hangar. Gojo's eyes shone with a manic glee, his grin widening as he leaned into the struggle, the thrill of the duel fueling his every move. Revan's gaze remained steady, his expression hidden behind his mask, but his stance spoke volumes—he was a warrior born of conflict, unyielding in the face of the Honored One's overwhelming power.
In a sudden burst of speed, Gojo disengaged, sliding back to gain distance. He twirled his swords, the reishi broadsword glowing brighter as he channeled more energy into it, while the Arm of Darkness crackled with dark electricity. Revan mirrored the motion, his lightsabers spinning in his grip as he prepared for the next exchange.
The hangar seemed to hold its breath as the two titans stood poised, ready to clash once more. Gojo's laughter echoed again, a sound filled with excitement and anticipation. "Let's see what you've got, Revan. Show me the best the dark side has to offer!"
Gojo's laughter echoed, a mix of anticipation and excitement, as he readied himself for another round. The flickering lights of the hangar cast long shadows, the air charged with the intensity of their confrontation. As Gojo stood poised, waiting for Revan's next move, the Sith Lord finally spoke, his voice calm and measured, carrying the weight of centuries of conflict and wisdom.
"Indeed," Revan began, his tone reflective, tinged with a subtle respect. "I've never encountered someone wielding power beyond the Force, nor seen such mastery over abilities that defy the natural laws of this galaxy. You are a force unto yourself, Gojo Satoru—one that does not fit neatly into the grand designs of light or dark."
Gojo, momentarily surprised by Revan's calm acknowledgment, arched an eyebrow, his grin shifting to a curious smirk. "So, you can talk after all. Not bad. I was starting to think you were just another silent warrior type. But tell me, how desperate is the dark side these days? Maybe even the Force itself, ever since I awakened as the Honored One." His voice carried a casual yet probing tone, as if seeking to peel back the layers of a mystery he was half-tempted to solve on a whim.
Revan remained composed, his lightsabers still at the ready but his posture relaxed, as if the duel had taken a momentary pause for a deeper exchange. He studied Gojo with a discerning gaze, sensing not just the overwhelming power but the unorthodox nature of the being before him.
"The Force," Revan began, his voice taking on a more contemplative tone, "has always sought balance, an endless dance between light and dark. But you, Gojo Satoru, are an anomaly—a disruption that neither side fully understands or can control. The dark side is desperate, yes, for it feels the weight of its own limitations in the face of your power. It clings to its old ways, to essence transfer, to the shadows of the past, hoping to reclaim what it has lost. That's why it has pulled figures like me, like Caedus, out of time and place. It scrambles, trying to find a way to counter the unforeseen variable you represent."
Revan's voice grew more intense, his words flowing with the wisdom and conviction of one who had walked both paths, light and dark. "The dark side fears you because it cannot predict or manipulate you. The Force itself is restless; it senses that the established order is at risk of unraveling. You've become a nexus of power beyond its control, and it's terrified of what that means. You, the Honored One, are a catalyst for change that no prophecy or Force vision could have foreseen."
Gojo listened intently, his manic grin softening slightly as he absorbed Revan's words. The insights resonated with what he had already glimpsed through the Almighty, but hearing them from Revan—a legendary figure of both light and dark—added a layer of validation that was almost satisfying. He chuckled, shaking his head in mild amusement.
"So, even the Force itself is having an existential crisis because of little ol me?" Gojo said, his voice dripping with mock humility. "That's just rich. But it makes sense—balance, control, order… all those things go out the window when you're dealing with the Honored One. I'm not here to fit into anyone's neat little narrative."
Revan nodded, acknowledging Gojo's words with a slight tilt of his head. "Indeed. You are beyond the designs of both Jedi and Sith, beyond the reach of the Force's influence. But that's precisely why you're so dangerous—and why entities like the dark side will throw everything at you in a bid to survive."
The exchange hung in the air, a brief respite in their battle but also a meeting of two formidable minds, each understanding the implications of the other's existence. For Revan, Gojo represented an unprecedented challenge to the Force's ancient rhythms, a variable that defied all understanding. For Gojo, Revan was a testament to the Force's desperation, pulling legends from the past in a futile attempt to recalibrate a balance that had already been shattered.
Gojo's grin returned, sharper than before. "Well, Revan, if the Force and the dark side are so desperate, let's see just how far they're willing to go. I've never been one to shy away from a good fight, especially when the stakes are this interesting."
Revan listened to Gojo's bold declaration, his masked face betraying no hint of the thoughts running through his mind. He lowered his lightsabers slightly, signaling a pause, and regarded Gojo with a mix of curiosity and gravitas. The Force was vast and unpredictable, but the man standing before him had transcended even its most ancient cycles. Revan, having danced on the line between light and dark, saw Gojo not just as a threat but as a harbinger of unprecedented change.
"Gojo," Revan began, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of eons of understanding, "before we continue, I must know. You said you plan to use Auswählen, not on people, but on the dark side of the Force itself. Is that your intention—to siphon its essence, to strip it of its power?" There was no accusation in Revan's tone, only the cold logic of someone who had seen the rise and fall of countless empires and knew the price of meddling with forces beyond comprehension.
Gojo's grin widened, his expression gleaming with a dangerous confidence. "Yup," he said, unbothered by the enormity of his own ambitions. "Once Plagueis dies, I intend to use Auswählen to reduce the dark side's influence by a solid 30%. And why stop there? The abilities of every Sith Lord that falls to me, including yours, Revan, will be mine to wield."
Revan's gaze hardened, not with fear or anger, but with a somber understanding. He had been both a savior and a conqueror, had wielded the Force in ways few could fathom, and yet even he could see the perils of Gojo's intent. "There's a reason the dark side of the Force exists, Gojo," Revan said, his voice taking on a tone of teaching, a hint of the mentor he had once been. "It's not just some arbitrary evil to be eradicated. The dark side is born from the raw emotions and desires that define sentient beings—ambition, fear, anger, and the will to survive. It's a necessary counterbalance, a reflection of all that lies within every heart. To simply reduce it, to siphon it away, is to misunderstand its role in the very fabric of the galaxy."
Revan paused, his words hanging in the air, not as a challenge but as a warning borne of deep wisdom. "I do not fear you, Gojo, nor the power you've amassed as the Soul King. I've walked paths where the light and dark were but tools, and I've seen what happens when one tries to dominate the other entirely. By introducing the concept of souls to this galaxy, you've already reshaped reality in ways that are beyond even the Force's design. But there is a balance that must be respected, not for the sake of tradition, but for the very survival of existence as we know it."
Gojo tilted his head, intrigued but not deterred. "Balance, huh? The Force always comes back to that, doesn't it? But who decides what balance looks like? You? The Jedi? The Sith? Or some all-seeing entity that never bothered to make its will clear? I'm not here to play by those rules, Revan. I'm here to make my own."
Revan nodded slowly, acknowledging Gojo's perspective without conceding to it. "You're right, Gojo. The Force's definitions of balance have always been flawed, shaped by those who sought to wield it rather than understand it. But know this—there is a reason the dark side persists, just as the light does. They are reflections of the sentient will, the endless struggle within every being. You may diminish the dark side, you may reshape reality itself, but you can never truly erase what lies at the core of all living things."
Gojo's expression remained unchanged, the Rikugan in his eyes swirling with endless possibilities. "Maybe so, Revan. But that's the beauty of being the Honored One. I'm not limited by what was—I'm all about what can be. And if that means bending the Force to my will, then so be it."
Revan's eyes remained steady, locked onto Gojo's. The weight of his words hung in the air, bridging the gap between their philosophies. Revan, who had walked the path of both Jedi and Sith, understood the nuances of balance better than most. But Gojo, with his newfound omnipotence and disregard for established order, posed a unique threat—a challenge that Revan could not ignore.
"Right," Revan said, his tone measured, yet carrying an unmistakable edge of determination. "You are indeed very dangerous, Gojo Satoru, the new Soul King. Your existence challenges the very foundation of what the Force has stood for across eons. But if you're truly committed to your path, then I have a proposition for you. Fight me, the one who has balanced both sides of the Force. If I manage to land a single blow on you, whether Plagueis wins and gains immortality or he dies, you must not absorb the dark side of the Force."
Gojo's grin widened, a glimmer of excitement sparking in his eyes. "Alright," he replied, the thrill of the challenge evident in his voice. "I like a good challenge, especially when it's from someone who actually knows what they're doing. But I've got to ask, since you seem to have a good handle on things—the Force gave you a heads-up about me, didn't it? You should know I can use a binding vow, even between opposing parties. So why didn't you suggest using one instead of a fight?"
Revan's expression, still hidden behind his mask, softened ever so slightly. He gave a small, knowing nod. "Because, Gojo, you're a man of your word. The Force might be fickle, but you—you're honest, in your own way. And I know that if Plagueis manages to land a single blow on you, you'll fulfill your end of the bargain. You would grant him immortality, even through that strange orb you possess—what you called the Hōgyoku. That's something I've never quite understood about you: for someone who seems to have emerged out of nowhere, you've been handed so many golden spoons."
Gojo chuckled, his expression one of amusement and intrigue. "Golden spoons, huh? Maybe. Or maybe I've just been playing a different game all along." He raised his swords, the energy crackling around them intensifying as he prepared for the duel that Revan proposed. "But you've got guts, Revan, I'll give you that. So let's see if your balance can prevail ."
Revan readied his lightsabers, their glow a stark contrast to the ominous aura surrounding Gojo. The two warriors stood poised, the air between them charged with anticipation. For Revan, this was more than a fight—it was a chance to test the resolve of a being who stood outside the Force's influence. For Gojo, it was another step in his journey to reshape reality as he saw fit, unbound by the ancient conflicts of light and dark.
With a mutual nod of respect, they launched into battle. Revan moved with a fluid grace, his lightsabers cutting through the air in synchronized arcs, each strike a careful balance of offense and defense. Gojo responded with his own brand of overwhelming force, blending the precise strikes of his reishi broadsword with the devastating power of Odin's Arm of Darkness.
Their clash was not just of blades but of ideologies, of the old ways versus the new, of balance versus unbridled ambition. Sparks flew as their weapons met, each impact resonating with the intensity of their shared will. The hangar echoed with the sounds of their battle, a symphony of conflict that reverberated through the Force itself.
Revan's mastery of the Force allowed him to anticipate Gojo's moves, using his understanding of both light and dark to adapt in real time. But Gojo, with the Almighty and the Rikugan, saw every possibility laid out before him, countering each of Revan's strategies with a preternatural ease.
As the battle raged on, Revan's mind worked at a speed that rivaled even Gojo's flurry of strikes. Drawing upon his vast experience and mastery of the Force, Revan delved deep into a mental state, initiating a battle simulation within his consciousness—a technique he had perfected to predict his opponent's moves and test countless scenarios in mere moments. Within this realm of thought, Revan envisioned every possible variation of the fight, every potential strike and counter, calculating the best approach to gain the upper hand against the Honored One.
In his mind's eye, Revan explored every conceivable strategy, shifting from one lightsaber form to another, mixing Force powers, blending light and dark in a seamless flow. He envisioned trapping Gojo with complex Force techniques, using illusions to misdirect, overwhelming with sheer speed and agility, or leveraging powerful Force waves to destabilize his opponent. The simulations played out in rapid succession, each one attempting to pinpoint a flaw in Gojo's defense—a crack in the seemingly impenetrable armor of omnipotence.
Yet, in each scenario, Revan's strategies unraveled. Every attack, every calculated strike, was met with the eerie precision of Gojo's Rikugan, his four-pupil eyes glowing a calm, unblinking blue that saw through every plan. The Almighty's foresight coupled with Gojo's mastery of the Soul King's power rendered Revan's simulations futile. Gojo countered every possibility with a dispassionate ease, bending the flow of battle to his will as if it were a mere game.
Revan's consciousness returned to the present, his lightsabers still clashing against Gojo's blades with relentless fervor. He glanced at Gojo's Rikugan, those four-pupil eyes reflecting the entirety of the battle in a single, unbroken gaze. For a fleeting moment, Revan allowed himself to feel a pang of frustration—a rarity for the usually composed warrior.
"He truly is the Honored One throughout the universe," Revan muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mixture of admiration and resignation. "This galaxy is too small for him." He sighed, a rare gesture of weariness, and for the first time, his stance showed a slight falter. "If I ever had to choose my opponent, I'd prefer Tenebrae over this Gojo Satoru." The thought lingered, a silent acknowledgment of the overwhelming power he was facing. The sheer scale of Gojo's power made even the most feared beings in the galaxy seem trivial by comparison.
Revan paused for twenty seconds, his gaze still locked onto Gojo. The silence stretched, heavy with the weight of realization. Gojo's expression shifted slightly, a curious tilt of his head as he sensed the shift in Revan's resolve. A smirk tugged at the corners of Gojo's mouth as he broke the silence.
"It seems you know what the universe means, huh?" Gojo's voice was calm, yet it carried an edge of intrigue, as if testing the depth of Revan's understanding. To Gojo, the universe was not just the confines of the known galaxy, but an infinite expanse where his power could stretch without bounds.
Revan chuckled, a sound that held both respect and a hint of amusement. "Indeed," he replied, his voice steadying as he regained his composure. "The Force, for all its vastness, is just one aspect of the universe. I've seen beyond the Jedi and Sith, beyond the conflicts of this galaxy. But you, Gojo Satoru—you're something else entirely. Not bound by the Force, not limited by light or dark. You are… a challenge the likes of which I've never faced."
Gojo's eyes glinted with a playful yet knowing light. "And that's what makes it fun, Revan. This isn't just about winning or losing. It's about pushing boundaries, exploring what's possible when you're not confined by the old rules." He twirled his swords, the blue glow of the reishi broadsword and the dark sheen of Odin's blade contrasting sharply with the red and purple of Revan's lightsabers.
Gojo's playful yet knowing glint shifted as he dismissed his blades, letting them dissolve into the ether. He clenched his fists, the air around him crackling with energy. In his left hand, a vibrant blue aura of cursed energy began to swirl, while his right hand radiated with a darker, more malevolent cursed energy. The two forces coiled around his fists, pulsating with an intensity that seemed to distort the very space around him.
"I'm about to push my boundaries again," Gojo declared, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and exhilaration. The aura around his fists grew denser, shimmering with power that went beyond the limits of the Force, transcending even the most potent manifestations of light and dark.
Revan, recognizing the shift, took a step back. Under his mask, he smiled—though whether it was out of admiration or a resigned acknowledgment of the impending onslaught was unclear. He understood what Gojo was about to unleash and knew the stakes had just been raised. In response, Revan launched into action, seamlessly transitioning through three distinct lightsaber forms, each strike flowing with the precision and mastery of his unique style.
The first strike came in the form of a powerful overhead slash, characteristic of Form V: Djem So, meant to overpower Gojo with sheer force. Gojo moved with a fluid grace, effortlessly evading the attack with an acrobatic twist that resembled the elusive movements of Ultra Instinct. The second strike, a swift and precise thrust utilizing Form II: Makashi, aimed directly at Gojo's center mass, was dodged just as effortlessly, as Gojo spun to the side, his movements a perfect blend of speed and agility. Revan's third attack, a wide, sweeping arc combining the finesse of Form VI: Niman, sought to box Gojo in, but Gojo vaulted over the blade, landing lightly and preparing his counter.
"Look out," Gojo said, a teasing smirk on his lips as he charged his right fist with an even greater surge of cursed energy. The buildup was unmistakable—the telltale sign of a Black Flash, an attack that bridged the gap between physical power and cursed energy, amplifying it to a devastating level.
Revan, sensing the danger, quickly formed a Force shield infused with Tutaminis, a technique designed to absorb and redirect energy attacks. He focused his concentration, the shield shimmering with a protective glow as he braced for impact. However, as powerful as Revan's defensive measure was, he made a critical miscalculation: cursed energy was not simply an extension of the dark side of the Force—it was on an entirely different plane of existence, a power that required time to analyze and adapt to.
Gojo's eyes gleamed with an intense focus as he charged forward. "Look out," he repeated, his voice now carrying a hint of genuine warning mixed with a mocking undertone. In a blur of motion, he closed the distance, his fist connecting with Revan's shield. The impact was immediate and overwhelming. The cursed energy of the Black Flash surged through Revan's defenses, bypassing the Force shield as if it were tissue paper.
"BLACK FLASH!" Gojo shouted, his voice echoing through the hangar as his fist collided directly with Revan's mask. The sound of the impact was like a thunderclap, the force of the strike shattering the mask and sending Revan hurtling across the room. Revan's form was thrown violently, crashing through a bulkhead and landing with a resounding thud in the far side of the ship, likely in the engine room. Sparks flew, and the metallic walls groaned under the force of his collision, the power of the Black Flash reverberating through the ship's structure.
Revan lay amidst the wreckage, his mask cracked and pieces of it scattered around him. He coughed, feeling the raw energy of the attack still pulsing through his body. Despite the pain, he managed a slight, almost imperceptible smile beneath what remained of his mask. It was clear now: Gojo Satoru was beyond any conventional opponent he had ever faced. For Revan, this was more than just a fight—it was a revelation of the sheer scale of Gojo's power and the boundless potential he wielded.
Gojo, still standing where he had delivered the blow, let his fists relax, the aura of cursed energy dissipating into the air. "You were right, Revan," Gojo said, his tone somewhere between admiration and amusement. "This galaxy is too small for me."
Revan struggled to push himself upright, his body aching from the impact of Gojo's devastating Black Flash. As he forced himself to stand, he saw Gojo calmly materialize a weapon unlike any he had ever seen. It was the X-Axis Rifle, Diagramm, a massive sniper rifle crafted from black metal, carried on Gojo's back like an extension of his power. The rifle was an imposing sight, with its receiver and forestock covered in dark-green fur, fastened neatly below with a single button, giving it an eerie, almost predatory appearance. Its large, wing-shaped protrusions on the buttstock helped stabilize the rifle against Gojo's shoulder and torso, resembling a cross between an ancient weapon and a creature ready to strike.
The barrel was exceptionally long and thin, ending in a plus-shaped muzzle notched on each arm, capable of firing projectiles that pierced dimensions with deadly precision. Gojo gripped the rifle with ease, his right hand holding the oversized trigger guard while his left steadied the foregrip beneath the stock's front end. The weapon exuded a sense of cold, calculated lethality—a sniper rifle meant not just for shooting but for erasing targets from existence.
Without a word, Gojo aimed the X-Axis Rifle with an unhurried precision. His eyes, gleaming with the foresight of the Almighty, directed his gaze toward the distant world of Alderaan. Revan watched, still catching his breath, as Gojo aligned the rifle's sights with something far beyond the hangar walls. It was as if Gojo's vision pierced through the fabric of space itself, guided by his unerring understanding of the cosmos.
"We don't need spoilers yet," Gojo muttered, his voice dripping with a casual indifference that belied the gravity of his actions. He squeezed the trigger, and the rifle discharged silently. There was no visible flash, no audible sound—just the ripple of power as the shot crossed the infinite void between the Xyston-class Star Destroyer and Alderaan, defying the laws of distance and time.
On Alderaan, Darth Plagueis, now in his third cloned body of Darth Caedus, was lost in thought, grappling with the knowledge of his current identity. "Who is this Darth Caedus? And his birth name... Jacen Sol—" Plagueis muttered, still piecing together the fragments of his newly inherited memories. His musings were abruptly interrupted as the invisible shot from Gojo's X-Axis Rifle pierced through his skull, obliterating his head in an instant. The fatal strike was so swift that Plagueis barely registered the attack; his body stood motionless for a heartbeat, his thoughts frozen mid-sentence.
Before his form could even begin to crumple, a blinding blue light enveloped what remained of Plagueis's body—Auswählen, the divine selection that Gojo wielded with ruthless precision. The light seared through Plagueis's ( caedus ) essence, reducing his body to nothing but a skeleton within moments. The Auswählen's energy stripped away every fragment of Plagueis's existence, leaving only charred bones that disintegrated into dust, carried away by the winds of the Force.
Plagueis's force essence, desperately clinging to the vestiges of his shattered ambitions, was ripped from the remains and catapulted toward the fourth and final clone. The cycle of essence transfer persisted, but with each iteration, Plagueis felt the grip of his power slipping further away, his once-grand designs unraveling before the unstoppable advance of Gojo Satoru.
Gojo lowered the X-Axis Rifle, the weapon dissolving back into the ethereal currents from which it had been summoned. He turned back toward Revan, who was still gathering his strength, and offered a dismissive glance, his expression a blend of boredom and mild satisfaction.
"Guess that's one more down," Gojo said nonchalantly, as if dispatching one of the most feared Sith Lords in history was a minor inconvenience. He glanced at Revan, his eyes briefly flickering with something akin to pity before returning to their usual gleam of omnipotent confidence. Revan, now fully aware of the scale of Gojo's capabilities, could only stand and watch, the battle that had once seemed significant now dwarfed by the sheer scope of Gojo's reach.
Revan, still reeling from the impact of Gojo's Black Flash, began to analyze the situation with the cold precision that had defined his life as both a Jedi and a Sith. The power behind Gojo's Black Flash was extraordinary—more than just a simple enhancement. Revan understood that the initial impact was devastating enough, but the true danger lay in Gojo's ability to chain these attacks. If Gojo managed to link multiple Black Flashes together, the cumulative force would far exceed 2.5 times the power of a single strike. Revan estimated it could easily multiply to five or ten times the strength of a normal enhanced jab, a force that would obliterate him without question.
Revan's mind raced as he considered his options. "The Xyston-class Star Destroyer… it carries enough energy to destroy entire planets. If I could destabilize the generator, the resulting explosion might be powerful enough to disrupt Gojo, maybe even create an opening. But it's a suicide move. Still, if I don't do something, I'm dead anyway."
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do. Revan channeled every ounce of his remaining strength into creating the strongest Force shield he could muster, infusing it with Tutaminis to absorb and redirect as much of the explosion's energy as possible. He felt the Force surge through him, a final act of desperation and resolve. With a flick of his wrist, Revan reached out through the Force to the Star Destroyer's core systems. He used Mechu-Deru, a Sith technique that allowed him to manipulate technology at the molecular level, to destabilize the power generator. The energy within the ship began to spiral out of control, the containment fields failing as the core reached critical mass.
The explosion that followed was nothing short of apocalyptic. A blinding light erupted from the heart of the Star Destroyer, consuming everything in its path. The ship's hull was torn apart as the unleashed energy expanded, ripping through durasteel as if it were tissue paper. The shockwave blasted outward, disintegrating the Star Destroyer and anything caught within its radius. It was as if a star had ignited within the ship, burning with a ferocity that defied comprehension. The explosion sent ripples through the fabric of space itself, a devastating reminder of the raw power the vessel had contained.
Gojo stood amidst the cataclysm, his Limitless barrier effortlessly absorbing the destructive force. His overwhelming spiritual pressure acted as an impenetrable shield, deflecting the energy away from him. To Gojo, the explosion was little more than a bright flash and a gust of wind—an insignificant display of power compared to the forces he wielded.
As the blinding light began to fade, Gojo's attention was drawn to the remaining five Xyston-class Star Destroyers, which had just finished charging their planet-destroying weapons. The colossal beams of energy converged on Gojo's position, each one capable of obliterating a planet in a single shot. The sky above him lit up with the combined might of these five beams, turning space itself into a glowing, fiery expanse.
Gojo smirked, his eyes narrowing as he sensed Revan's lingering influence. "Not bad, Revan," he muttered under his breath, recognizing the Sith Lord's use of Mechu-Deru to hijack the ships. It was a clever move, one last attempt to overwhelm him with sheer firepower.
Onboard the other Xyston-class Star Destroyers, chaos reigned. The Sith officers scrambled at their consoles, trying desperately to regain control of the ship's systems. Sparks flew as the controls short-circuited, and alarms blared throughout the bridge.
"I can't override the commands!" one officer shouted, his voice laced with panic. "The ship's locked us out! It's like the systems are fighting us!"
Another officer, his face pale with fear, frantically punched buttons on his console. "The targeting systems are fixed! We've lost control of the main guns—they're firing on their own!"
"Abort the sequence!" the commanding officer barked, desperation creeping into his tone. "Shut down the power to the main guns before—"
But it was too late. The beams of energy had already been unleashed, converging on Gojo's position with unrelenting force. The officers could only watch in horror as their planet-destroying weapons turned against them, all under the manipulation of a power they could not comprehend.
The five beams struck simultaneously, their combined energy creating an explosion of cosmic proportions. The sheer magnitude of the blast distorted space around it, warping reality as it tore through everything in its path.
The five beams from the Xyston-class Star Destroyers converged on Gojo's position, their combined energy unleashing an explosion of cosmic proportions. The magnitude of the blast was unparalleled, distorting the fabric of space as it ripped through everything in its path, warping reality with its sheer force. Yet, amidst the cataclysmic display, Gojo stood unfazed. With a serene smile, he activated Mimihagi, the power that governed stillness. His right hand turned an ominous dark color, and a single, dark eye opened on the back of his hand. Gojo observed the chaotic scene with a hint of nostalgia, muttering, "This is the second time I activate it," recalling its use against the Starkiller Base when it threatened Naboo.
The explosion's blinding light engulfed everything, yet Gojo's presence remained untouched, shielded by the impenetrable force of Mimihagi. The attack's energy dissipated into the stillness of his domain, as if time itself had come to a halt in his immediate vicinity.
Gojo then sensed Revan approaching once more, allowing him to get close despite the palpable tension. Revan emerged from the smoke and debris, his cloak and mask scorched but still intact. The burns on his attire and the cracked but wearable mask hinted at the intensity of the earlier explosion, yet Revan's resolve remained unbroken. He ignited his twin lightsabers, the purple one infused with Force Valor, amplifying his strength, speed, and resilience, while the red lightsaber pulsed with the dark side's opposite force, known as Force Rage, channeling unbridled aggression and hatred.
Gojo watched with an amused expression as Revan readied himself for yet another assault. "No wonder fans still like you," Gojo taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're as stubborn as the Old Republic series."
Revan lunged forward, his lightsabers flashing through the air with lethal intent. But as he attacked, Gojo effortlessly activated his Limitless barrier, the invisible force field manifesting between them. The barrier didn't just block Revan's strikes—it slowed them to a near halt, as if time itself had been manipulated. Each of Revan's swings, enhanced by the unified powers of Force Valor and Force Rage, met the impenetrable resistance of Gojo's defense. However, Revan's unique blend of forces created a rare effect akin to Domain Amplification, momentarily disrupting Gojo's Limitless and allowing the attacks to inch closer than usual.
Gojo frowned slightly, recognizing the shift in the dynamics of Revan's assault. "Ah, what a pain in the ass," he muttered, realizing the complication. Just before Revan's attacks could breach the barrier entirely, Gojo activated Compulsory, drawing upon Pernida's power. An eye with two yellow pupils opened on the palm of his left hand, and dark veins snaked out, reaching toward Revan's lightsabers and the very beams of energy that still lingered in the air. The veins coiled around the lightsaber blades, binding them as though gripping a tangible object, and halted their movement entirely.
Revan's eyes widened in alarm. He knew all too well the peril of Compulsory's touch, the power to dominate and control anything it came into contact with, even something as intangible as the energy of his lightsabers. Seeing the dark veins extend closer, he instinctively released his grip on the sabers, letting them deactivate and fall to the floor. He leapt back, distancing himself from Gojo's reach, his mind racing with calculations on how to proceed.
Gojo watched Revan retreat, the veins of Compulsory retracting back into his hand. "Smart move," he remarked, almost lazily, as the lightsabers clattered to the ground. "But you're starting to run out of options, Revan."
Revan landed smoothly, his breathing steady despite the evident exertion. He knew that each encounter with Gojo only served to highlight the insurmountable gap between them. Yet his determination did not waver. Even as the galaxy's most powerful beings seemed to pale in comparison to the Honored One, Revan's spirit remained resilient, the embodiment of a warrior who had weathered the endless ebb and flow of the Force's tides.
Revan pulled his lightsabers back into his hands with a swift motion of the Force, the familiar hum of the blades reactivating as they returned to his grip. He took a deep breath, his mind racing with the rapid calculations of a strategist caught between the undeniable reality of Gojo's overwhelming power and the slim chance of finding a weakness. Each encounter had only further cemented the gap between them—Gojo, with his unparalleled control over reality itself, stood as an invincible force.
Revan's gaze flickered briefly to Gojo's eyes, the four blue pupils swirling in an enigmatic dance of awareness. The Force had granted him insights about Gojo's Almighty—its ability to see and predict the future. Yet, Revan knew that wasn't the full scope of its power. The Force's knowledge was incomplete; it did not comprehend the true extent of the Almighty's capabilities. It was not merely a tool of foresight but also one of manipulation, capable of altering both the future and the past. And there was one final, crucial aspect the Force had missed: the Almighty's power immunity. Any ability Gojo observed and altered was rendered ineffective against him—a defense that transcended conventional limits.
The revelation hung heavy in Revan's thoughts. Even if he could mount a final offensive, he couldn't fully grasp the implications of Gojo's powers. The complexity and sheer breadth of the Honored One's abilities were beyond even the most sophisticated understanding of the Force. Revan's strategies, formed from a lifetime of navigating the duality of light and dark, seemed insufficient against an opponent who operated on an entirely different plane of existence.
Revan then steeled himself, an idea forming in the depths of his mind. If there was one thing he could rely on, it was the visceral, undeniable truth of combat—the direct clash of wills and blades. He pointed his lightsabers toward Gojo and smirked, the fire of a challenge igniting in his eyes.
"Gojo Satoru, the Honored One," Revan called out, his voice resonating with a mix of defiance and respect. "Let's make this final. Let's clash our attacks through our blades, and see who truly stands at the pinnacle."
Gojo's eyes gleamed with excitement, his smile widening as he embraced Revan's challenge. The chance to engage in a final, decisive clash with one of the greatest figures in Star Wars history was irresistible. "Alright, Revan," Gojo declared, his voice filled with fervor. "Let's prove that the fans were right—that you're the best character in the Star Wars galaxy!"
Revan, determined to give his all, removed his mask, revealing his face for the first time in their battle. He focused intently, enhancing his red lightsaber with Force Destruction and Force Rage, amplifying its power with raw, unrestrained energy from the dark side. His purple lightsaber was infused with Force Valor and a unique ability he had developed for this final showdown, Force Preservation—a custom blend of defensive and restorative energy that balanced out the destructive force of his red blade. This technique was the ultimate expression of his mastery over both light and dark, aiming to disrupt the equilibrium Gojo found so easy to maintain.
Revan's mind was sharp, his thoughts racing. "Combining both light and dark in my attack—it puts him in a sour mood. It might just be enough to breach his Limitless barrier." He could feel the combined energies coursing through his lightsabers, and as he lunged toward Gojo, he shouted, "Gojo Satoru! Even if you possess the Almighty ability to predict the future, everyone still has a chance to change it—as long as they try with everything they've got!"
Gojo's response was a booming, maniacal laugh that filled the hangar, his expression brimming with confident arrogance. "AHAHAHAHA! I never told anyone about my ability—ANYONE! The Force is really that desperate, huh? But you've only scratched the surface. Almighty has three abilities, and the Force's lack of knowledge is its biggest mistake," Gojo taunted, his tone dripping with mockery. "And for the record, in this final clash, I won't use any of Almighty. It's too complex for something as straightforward as this."
Gojo resolved to meet Revan's challenge with the Arm of Darkness alone, the massive odin blade materializing on his right arm, radiating an oppressive energy. As Revan surged forward, fully intent on breaking through Gojo's defenses, he noticed something odd—there was no Limitless barrier to stop him. For a fleeting moment, Revan's heart raced with hope. "Does this mean I've finally broken through? Could I actually land a blow on him? I'm moving fast enough, right now—"
But just as Revan was about to strike, Gojo's voice echoed in his mind, transmitted through telepathy. "In your mind right now, you think you've won, right? Unfortunately, I've already moved at lightspeed on my own, without needing a ship."
In an instant, Gojo activated Zantetsuken—Blinding Steel, a technique that surpassed the limits of perception and time. Revan's momentum halted abruptly as Gojo's Arm of Darkness slashed through him with an elegance and precision that defied comprehension. The cut was so swift and seamless that it split Revan in two, right across his torso. The force of the attack extended outward, slicing through three Lucrehulk battleships and one Xyston-class Star Destroyer in a single, breathtaking motion, the vessels cleaving apart as if they were made of paper.
Revan's body hung suspended, the realization of his defeat sinking in as his lightsabers flickered and dimmed. The two halves of his form began to drift apart, the expression on his face frozen in a mixture of determination and a profound acceptance of the reality before him. He had faced an opponent beyond the capabilities of even the most powerful beings he had ever known, a being whose mastery over existence itself rendered all other powers moot.
Gojo, standing amidst the unfolding destruction, observed the aftermath with a composed gaze. The Arm of Darkness faded into the ether, its task complete. The cleaved ships around them erupted into brilliant explosions, debris scattering through the void like remnants of a lost battle.
Revan's consciousness drifted as his severed form fell, his mind slipping into a serene, ethereal realm—a mental world that felt like a peaceful echo of the Old Republic. The environment around him was one of tranquility, filled with the faint golden light of a setting sun that bathed ancient stone temples and lush gardens in a warm glow. The air was calm, filled with the gentle hum of a distant waterfall, and the sky was a brilliant canvas of fading blues and soft purples. It was a place that felt like home, a place of solace amidst the endless cycles of war and conflict that had defined his life.
Standing among the verdant trees and ancient pillars, Revan saw her—Bastila Shan, his lover and companion from a time long past. She stood there, her presence radiating warmth and understanding, her brown hair gently swaying in the breeze. Her eyes, filled with both concern and love, locked onto Revan's as he approached, his footsteps light on the cobblestone path.
"Sorry, Bastila," Revan said, his voice carrying a weight of humility and acceptance. "I failed."
Bastila's expression softened, and she stepped closer, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. "There is no failure in striving against such odds, Revan. But tell me, how was Gojo Satoru? How strong is he?"
Revan paused, reflecting on the battle, the overwhelming power that Gojo wielded. "He's beyond anything I've ever faced," Revan began, his tone one of deep contemplation. "He possesses an ability called the Almighty. It allows him to predict the future, to see every possibility laid out before him. But that's not all; he wields powers that reshape reality, controlling forces that defy the very fabric of the Force. He's invincible, Bastila. And yet, I have no regrets about facing him."
As Revan spoke, the serene landscape of their mental world shimmered, and suddenly, Gojo Satoru appeared, seemingly stepping through the fabric of the realm as if it were a mere curtain. He glanced around, visibly impressed by the peaceful surroundings. "So this is the mental world," Gojo mused, his eyes scanning the tranquil scene with curiosity. "Sukuna wasn't lying when he said cursed energy could affect the soul or essence. Quite the place you've got here, Revan."
Revan's expression turned serious as he faced Gojo. "You know that the Almighty ability has a guaranteed winning trait, right? It's not just about predicting the future."
Gojo nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "True, but that's only part of it. Almighty doesn't just let me see the future—it lets me alter it, and even the past. And more importantly, it grants me power immunity. Any ability I see and manipulate can never harm me. What you faced was the version of Almighty connected to the Soul King's power, which adds layers even beyond that."
Bastila listened intently, her gaze shifting between Revan and Gojo. She sensed the vastness of Gojo's capabilities but also recognized the restraint and respect he had shown in their battle. "I'm glad you didn't cheat your way out against my husband," Bastila remarked, her voice carrying a subtle edge of gratitude.
Gojo chuckled softly, his demeanor respectful yet filled with the confidence that defined him. "I wouldn't dream of it, Bastila. Revan, of all the characters in the Star Wars galaxy, you were the one I most wanted to meet. I'm glad I finally got that chance, and the duel we fought—trust me, it's the best I've had in a long time."
Revan smiled, a sense of peace washing over him as he accepted Gojo's words. He could feel the sincerity behind them, the acknowledgment of a warrior's spirit that transcended their clash.
Gojo's expression softened slightly, a rare moment of quiet reflection crossing his features. "As for the dark side of the Force, I won't use Auswählen on you, Revan. And I'll only reduce the dark side's influence by 20%, not the 30% I initially planned. Consider that a gift—from me to you."
Revan nodded, his spirit uplifted by the gesture, understanding the profound implications of Gojo's decision. In this brief encounter, Gojo had not only acknowledged Revan's legacy but had also chosen to respect the balance that Revan had fought to maintain throughout his life.
"Thank you, Gojo," Revan said, his voice filled with gratitude. "You've shown a wisdom that many would not expect from someone of your power. And for that, I'm grateful."
Gojo gave a light, dismissive wave, his usual confidence returning. "Hey, just because I can do anything doesn't mean I have to. Sometimes, the best battles are the ones where you play fair."
Revan then looked at Gojo with curiosity, a question lingering on his mind. "Gojo, what is this Star Wars galaxy you keep talking about? And fans? I have fans?"
Gojo's response was nothing but a mischievous grin, followed by him sticking his tongue out playfully in a mocking tone. Without a word, Gojo's form faded from the mental world, leaving Revan and Bastila alone in their serene landscape.
As Gojo's presence vanished, Revan turned to Bastila, her warm smile reassuring him that, despite the outcome, his journey had not been in vain. They stood together, side by side, content in the shared understanding that they had witnessed something truly extraordinary—a duel that transcended time, space, and the very nature of the Force itself.
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