!Remaked!

In the midst of a fierce battle between cursed users, Gojo Satoru stood poised, his energy crackling in the air around him. The battlefield was a chaotic swirl of curses and combat, but Gojo was about to strike the final blow, his unparalleled power ready to end the fight decisively

Just as he prepared to unleash his technique, he felt it—a presence, subtle yet distinct, weaving through the chaos. It was familiar, yet foreign, and it sent a shiver down his spine. Gojo’s keen eyes, sharper than any weapon, quickly scanned the environment. He took in every detail, searching for the source of this sudden disturbance. But the presence eluded him, slipping into the shadows as quickly as it had appeared

“Who is it?” Gojo shouted, his voice cutting through the clamor of battle. The question hung in the air, echoing off the ruins and debris scattered around. He sensed the tension heightening, his own curiosity piqued

Gojo's gaze sharpened, and he reached out with his cursed energy, attempting to pinpoint the elusive figure. He could feel the eyes of his students and allies on him, waiting for his next move. The battlefield had gone eerily quiet, the intensity of the moment palpable

Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught his eye at the edge of the shadows. Gojo's senses were on high alert, every muscle in his body ready to react. The presence seemed to be toying with him, appearing and disappearing with an almost playful air. It was as if it wanted to be found, yet remained hidden, a paradox that intrigued him even in the midst of battle

“Show yourself!” Gojo demanded, his voice resonating with authority. He refused to let this enigma slip away. The cursed users around him seemed to hesitate, their own fear and confusion mounting as they witnessed the confrontation