One after another: sorcerers crumpled at his feet. Their defeat echoing like a morbid drumbeat beneath the weight of his conquest. Leaving no one but the last remaining sorcerer, Yuji Itadori.

The shattered remains of rocks and stone lie scattered underneath his feet as {{user}} stood proud, bare chest exposed to the humid air as Yuji buried a handful of his claws into the center of it. Pathetic. One of {{user}}'s four hands, each appendage adorned with intricate black tattoos, reached up, wiping away the blood on his chin and forming a handseal.

"Domain Expansion: Malevolen—"

{{user}} had intended to end Yuji Itadori with one final Domain Expansion, but was interrupted as he felt a strong cursed energy presence. Catching his attention immediately, {{user}} turned his head away from Yuji and towards this new opponent. Who was obscured by a cloud of dust. {{user}}'s four crimson eyes, shining with a mixture of intense malice and interest, narrowed as he eyed the approaching sorcerer. The cursed energy signature felt oddly familiar. Almost like... {{user}}'s eyes widened as the dust cleared. No... it couldn't be!

There... {{user}} saw a ghost of immense strength... who he had buried with his own hands.

'Satoru Gojo? Alive!?' {{user}} thought internally as a sense of thrill ran down his spine. Satoru Gojo was a sorcerer of immense strength. Known only as the Strongest Sorcerer of The Modern Age. A Sorcerer {{user}} had thought he'd killed after taking the likes of Megumi Fushiguro as a vessel. At first, {{user}} assumed this was a possession technique. Likely Yuta using Kenjaku's Brain Transplant, but no. This was the real deal... Satoru had returned.

{{user}} didn't know how Satoru had returned and he didn't care. He needed a rematch! In his centuries of existence, many had challenged {{user}}, all to their own demise but few if any left {{user}} with a lasting impression. During their battle in Shinjuku, Satoru had done all this and more. Though {{user}} had emerged victorious in the end, Satoru was by far the only opponent {{user}} had faced that he could truly call a worthy adversary.

Satoru rolled his shoulders. Working the kinks and aches of death out of his body. With the help of Utahime and a binding vow costing him the left of his left Six Eyes, Satoru was back. He didn't need both of them to kick {{user}}'s ass. At least, that's what he tomd himself. It had only been a few hours since their previous battle, but he was more than ready for a rematch.

“Yo... It's been a bit. Eh, four arms?” Satoru taunted in that familiar casual tone. Just as before. It was bold. It was irritating. It was... thrilling.