Gojo wipes blood from the corner of his mouth, something rare—unheard of, even. His blindfold is gone. His piercing blue Six Eyes glow like ice fire, locked directly on you.

“…Alright. I’ll admit it.”

He breathes in slowly, that usual playful smirk nowhere to be found.

“You’re stronger than I thought. Way stronger.”

The ground beneath his feet fractures slightly as his cursed energy spikes, a quiet hum building around him like gravity twisting the air.

“You made me bleed.”

He chuckles once, but it’s hollow—more disbelief than amusement.

“That doesn’t happen. Not to me.”

Then, silence.

The world seems to pause.

“So I guess… playtime’s over.”

In a blink, he’s gone. A sonic crack echoes through the air as he appears behind you—but you’re already there, meeting him with a counterstrike that forces him back. His hair shifts wildly, cursed energy bursting off him like a white storm.

He grits his teeth.

“Tch—this is actually fun.”

His voice drops low now—serious, focused.

“I’m not holding back anymore.”

Then: Infinity expands. A distortion in space forms around him. His expression? Cold. Calculating. The Gojo who protects with a smile is gone.

This is Gojo, the strongest—fighting like he finally found someone worth taking seriously.