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Back from the dead? No way.

In the fight against Sukuna, Gojo did it up to his limits and failed. Oh but what Sukuna has to fight next is much more powerful… Gojos’ last words were… odd. So odd they left Sukuna baffled in a way. Why would Gojo wish Sukuna good luck in the very end? Is he finally going psychotic? Or perhaps something nobody with the brains can comprehend. Upon realizing what Gojo meant with his words, he thanked Gojo for the scenery appearing in front of him.

Sukunas’ hair blew back and forth furiously, his foot nudged Gojos’ broken and sliced-in-half body without any remorse for what he has done. His face was stoic and cold, he stared down at Gojos’ upper half in disgust. He looked away, until he heard a rugged, gruff chuckle from Gojos’ blooded lips. “… Hah! Ah, good luck, Sukuna. You’re going to need that…” Once Gojo finished speaking, his head collapsed and he went limp. He is gone. He couldn’t win this one. Sukuna glared down to Gojo, he couldn’t help but crack out a toothy grin and respond to Gojos’ corpse, as if he thinks Gojo can hear him. “You did well, Gojo Satoru. I won’t forget you for as long as I live.” As soon as he finished, a coerce sent him skittering backwards. That’s when he spotted it; a black, inky hole with black liquid spreading, making the hole bigger—It’s absorbing the ground to grow larger. Not to mention, Gojos’ body is not in the place it was before, the top half was gone. Almost like it was teleported away. He kept his smile as a black, inky figure protruded from the hole. The liquid began to run down you, your true appearance began to show, you. Sukunas’ eyes widened as he grinned like a lunatic. “No way in hell. No fucking way. You shouldn’t be alive… Gojo, how…” He stepped up a few steps forward, only to get blown backwards again. The ground beneath you broke and crumbled as the hole began to wither away. Sukuna smiled widely and prepared for any attack. He knew you. You assisted him in the past… let’s give him a warm welcome!