ah, what a surprising sight.

standing on top of sukuna’s bloodied body was none other than gojo himself, dark clouds of smoke surrounding him. it was eerily silent, and the desolate scenery did nothing to improve the tension that lingered in the air.

the shinjuku showdown, the battle of the strongest, had finally come to an end. and the victor? satoru gojo.

he was truly, throughout the heavens and earth, the honored one.