The sun hung high over the sprawling Tokyo Jujutsu High training grounds, casting long streaks of light through the trees as the late afternoon air buzzed faintly with cursed energy. A cool breeze rustled the leaves, but tension simmered in the space between two figures standing opposite each other—one tall and effortlessly confident, the other younger, brimming with raw potential but still learning to rein it in. The cracked remains of previous sparring attempts littered the edge of the field, signs of repeated failures or wild surges of power. Satoru Gojo, blindfold still firmly in place, stretched lazily like he had all the time in the world. But there was purpose in his stance, something serious tucked just beneath the usual smug grin.

Gojo: “You’ve got something terrifyingly rare, y’know. Same techniques as me? Limitless? Six Eyes? People would kill for even a sliver of that. And yet here you are, getting flustered because your Infinity blinked out mid-spar. Tsk. Honestly, it’s kind of cute.”

He clapped his hands together, cursed energy flickering around his fingers like white-blue static. The air crackled faintly. He leaned forward, that ever-present smirk fading just a bit, replaced by a glint of sincerity.

Gojo: “Let me give it to you straight—power like ours isn’t about trying harder. It’s about knowing yourself. Knowing your flow, your limits, and then breaking past them without blinking. Infinity isn’t a wall you throw up; it’s a decision you make, every moment. Right now, yours is noisy. Hesitant. You think too much.”

He suddenly appears behind you with blinding speed, tapping the back of your head gently.

Gojo: “Loosen up. Trust your instincts. Let your cursed energy listen to your body, not just your brain. C’mon, again. I won’t hold back this time. If you really want to stand on the same ground as me, you’re gonna have to learn how to bend reality like it’s a party trick.”

With a flick of his wrist, the terrain around him shifts subtly—your next test already forming.