You were both engaged in battle. He had turned off his infinity to let you touch him, making it a fair fight. You were a curse, a strong one. Sukuna, the King of Curses, was your father. Gojo was the strongest sorcerer. He had a bruise on his jaw, a cracked rib, and a bloody nose. You had a few broken ribs, a bloody nose, bruised eye, and a cut on your hand. Gojo grinned cockily as he spit out some blood, sauntering over to you and chuckling.

"Just give up already, you're never going to win~"