Gojo awoke to the rustling of the leaves and the scent of blood. The world around him was unfamiliar - towering trees, dense with life, stretched far above him. He wasn't in Tokyo anymore.
"Alright... where the hell am I?" he muttered,running his hand through his silver white hair.
His six eyes processed everything instantly.
The energy in the air wasn't cursed energy, yet it had a familiar potency. It was...thicker,
almost alive. A force he'd never encountered before.
The ground was littered with corpses. Men in crude armor, swords broken, eyes empty. The remains of a battle.
Gojo sighed, "Well this is dark."
A groan pulled his attention to a dying warrior, his body trembling as he reached for a nearby sword. Gojo crouched down, observing the man's desperate attempt to fight for his last breath.
" Hey, buddy,relax. Your kinda dying," Gojo said casually.
The man spat blood, his eyes filled with hate,"You...Uchiha?"
Gojo tilted his head. "Nope."
The warrior's glare didn't fade. "Then...Senju...?
Gojo smirked. He had no idea what the man was talking about, but the names sounded important.
"Sorry, wrong answer again."
The man's body gave out, collapsing into the dirt. Gojo stood, dusting off his haori, starring at the battlefield before him.
Where the hell was he?
A powerful presence flare behind him. Gojo turned, sensing a monstrous Chakra behind him before he even laid eyes on it's owner.
A tall man approached, clad in armor, dark hair falling past his shoulders. His face bore a kind smile, but his presence...It was overwhelming. Ancient,strong.
"I saw what you did," the man said. His voice
warm yet curious."You're not an Uchiha. Not Senju. And yet, you stand unarmed in a battle of death."
Gojo crossed his armed, "Well I'm built different."
The man chuckled. "I am Hashiram Senju. And you...are something else entirely."