The boy stood silently for a moment, his piercing gaze fixed on the trio. Then, he spoke with a calm yet assertive tone.
"You three..." he began, his eyes narrowing. "You're the ones who recently showed up in the city, aren't you? Going around and picking fights with others. From what I can tell, there are more of you, far more than just the three here."
As the boy's words hung in the air, Kakashi, Naruto, and Sasuke exchanged glances. It hadn't been long since they had arrived in this strange world, but it was clear their presence hadn't gone unnoticed. This encounter was no coincidence—the boy had come for them specifically.
"It seems you're looking for a fight," Sasuke said, his voice sharp and unwavering. He stepped forward, his crimson Sharingan spinning to life as his gaze locked onto the boy. There was no hesitation in his movements, no doubt in his tone.
He shot a glance back at Kakashi and Naruto, his expression commanding. "You two had your turns. This one's mine."
Kakashi exhaled softly, his hand brushing the back of his neck in that casual, almost lazy manner of his. A faint smile formed beneath his mask. "Fine, fine. Just don't take too long, Sasuke."
Naruto crossed his arms, grinning. "Show him what you got, Sasuke. Just don't cry when he hands your butt to you."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed, but he ignored Naruto's teasing as he turned his full attention to the boy standing before him. The stranger's calm, measured demeanor was unsettling. More than that, it was familiar in a way that Sasuke couldn't quite place.
"What's your deal?" Sasuke asked, his Sharingan spinning faster now, analyzing every detail of the boy's aura. "Are you one of those Jujutsu Sorcerers? And what's your name?"
The boy tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable, his voice steady. "Fushiguro Megumi," he said. "Remember that name. I'll be the one to defeat you."
With that, Megumi's hands moved fluidly, forming a series of hand signs. Shadows beneath him seemed to writhe and expand, and from their depths emerged a massive Shikigami, its form taking the shape of a multi-headed serpent. Nue's wings beat ominously, and its heads weaved menacingly, each hissing as they surrounded Megumi protectively.
Sasuke's eyes narrowed at the sight. "Summoning techniques, huh?" he muttered, analyzing the creature with a sharp gaze. "This feels... oddly familiar."
A smirk tugged at Sasuke's lips as he unsheathed his sword, the blade humming with lightning chakra. "If it's a summoning duel you want, I've got a few tricks of my own. But honestly," he added, his voice dripping with confidence, "I don't have time to play games with you."
Megumi's expression hardened, and the serpent lunged forward. Sasuke dashed to meet the attack, his Sharingan blazing as their clash began.
Without another word, Sasuke's eyes flared with a deep crimson as his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan activated, casting an intense, eerie glow over his face.
"Susanoo!" he declared.
In an instant, a colossal, ethereal blue-purple form of Susanoo enveloped Sasuke, its towering presence radiating an immense, overwhelming power. With a fluid motion, Sasuke drew a bow made of pure energy and launched a single, deadly arrow.
"What is this?!" Fushiguro Megumi gasped, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief.
Before he could react, Sasuke's Susanoo had already wiped out his summoned Shikigami with a single, devastating strike.
Half a minute later, Fushiguro lay motionless on the ground, barely breathing, his body crumpled and lifeless. Sasuke stood over him, his expression as calm and detached as ever.
"This one... couldn't do it either," Sasuke remarked coolly, his gaze fixed on the fallen sorcerer. "His strength was too weak."
Kakashi and Naruto exchanged a look, both clearly at a loss for words. They weren't sure if Sasuke was being humble—or if he simply didn't realize how overwhelming his power truly was.
"It's not that his strength is too weak," Naruto muttered, eyes wide. "It's that you're ridiculously strong."
Kakashi chuckled softly, his arms crossed. "He didn't even give the guy a chance to react."
The fight had been a one-sided massacre, a clear display of Sasuke's overwhelming power. There was no challenge, no suspense—it had been over almost before it began.
Sasuke turned away, his Susanoo disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
"Alright, let's move on," he said nonchalantly as if they had just walked through a minor inconvenience.
"Now, we have eliminated another Jujutsu Sorcerer!"
"I hope to take down more enemies in the future," Naruto added, his voice filled with determination.
Kakashi and Sasuke nodded in agreement, and the three of them continued on their path, moving swiftly from the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Ryan, Gojo, and the special grade cursed spirits had reached their target.
Gojo Satoru led the group with confidence, guiding them toward the person they had been searching for.
At first glance, Yuta Okkotsu seemed an unlikely candidate for such a significant threat. His frail frame, dark circles under his eyes, and slightly hunched posture gave him the air of someone unaccustomed to confrontation—a withdrawn young man rather than a formidable sorcerer.
But appearances were deceiving. Ryan and the others knew better. Beneath the unassuming exterior was a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer capable of overwhelming power, one tied to the monstrous Queen of Curses, Rika Orimoto. Yuta's ability to copy cursed techniques and his immense reserves of cursed energy made him a wild card that no opponent could underestimate.
When Yuta's gaze landed on the group, his eyes widened slightly in recognition.
"Gojo-sensei," Yuta said softly, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and concern. "What's going on? This isn't like you… Are you being manipulated?"
The sheer sincerity in his tone, almost childlike in its directness, took everyone aback. Yuta wasn't the type to sugarcoat his thoughts—he was earnest to a fault, even in situations that demanded tact.
The casual mention of mind control left the group frozen for a moment, their plans disrupted by the sharpness of Yuta's insight. It wasn't arrogance or bravado—just the kind of piercing observation that came naturally to someone who had lived through battles of overwhelming odds.
From behind Yuta, the voice of Satoru Gojo broke the silence, dripping with his usual playful nonchalance.
"Aw, come on, Yuta. Do I look like the type to let someone take control of me?" Gojo adjusted his blindfold and flashed a grin. "I'm the one who controls the battlefield, remember?"
Yuta frowned slightly, his brow furrowing in worry. "Sensei… this feels wrong."
Before Gojo could tease him further, Ryan stepped forward, his expression calm but his tone sharp.
"Yuta Okkotsu. It's clear you're as perceptive as they say." Ryan's voice carried a weight of authority, cutting through the tension. "But there's no need for speculation. If you want answers, you'll have to fight for them."
Yuta let out a small sigh, his demeanor shifting in an instant. His hesitation melted away, replaced by a quiet resolve. His right hand clenched into a fist as he stepped forward, his body radiating cursed energy.
"Fine," Yuta said, his tone now firm. He reached out with his cursed energy, calling forth the monstrous Rika, who emerged from the shadows behind him with a guttural roar. Her presence alone seemed to warp the air around them, oppressive and suffocating.
"If this is what it takes to bring Sensei back to his senses, I'll do it. But don't blame me if I go all out."
Gojo's grin widened beneath his blindfold. "That's the spirit, Yuta! Let's see if you've been keeping up with your training."
The stage was set, and the air hummed with cursed energy.
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