The Shibuya skyline is a jagged ruin under the moonlight. Yuji Itadori, his form flickering with the jagged, chaotic energy of the Modulo technique, stands amidst the rubble. Opposite him, the air itself seems to crystallize. Satoru Gojo has stepped out of the Prison Realm, and the sheer pressure of his unsealed presence makes the gravity feel twice as heavy.

Gojo pulls down his blindfold, his Six Eyes glowing with an ethereal, neon blue. "Modulo, huh? Re-routing the remainders of cursed energy into physical acceleration. It’s clever, Yuji. Very technical. But you know the rules of the world better than anyone now."

The Clash: Infinite Math vs. Residual Power

Yuji doesn't waste words. He lunges. The Modulo effect kicks in—every bit of "wasted" cursed energy from his previous strikes is recycled into a single, explosive point of impact. He isn't just fast; he’s moving in a stuttering, rhythmic pattern that defies traditional tracking.

The Geometric Strike: Yuji’s fist glows with a dark, rhythmic pulse. He strikes at Gojo’s chest. The Modulo calculation hits its peak—100% efficiency. The punch should shatter a skyscraper.

The Infinity Barrier: The fist stops. It doesn't hit a shield; it simply slows down until it occupies the infinite space between 1 and 0. Yuji’s knuckles are millimeters from Gojo’s shirt, yet they might as well be miles away.

The Neutralization: Gojo tilts his head, looking almost bored. "Your Modulo is perfect math, Yuji. But I am the 'Infinity' that math can never actually reach. You're dividing by zero."

The Counter-Offensive

Gojo taps Yuji’s fist with a single finger.

Gojo: "Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue."

A point of high-intensity vacuum opens behind Yuji. The Modulo energy he spent trying to punch through Infinity is suddenly sucked backward. Yuji spins, using the momentum to land a Roundhouse kick infused with Black Flash, trying to break the vacuum’s pull.

The sparks of black lightning arc across the battlefield, but Gojo is already behind him.

"Impressive. You’re actually timing the Modulo resets to coincide with the Black Flash interval," Gojo notes, his voice calm even as the ground beneath them liquefies from the sheer output. "But let's see how you handle the sum of all things."

The Climax

Gojo raises two fingers, crossing them in a familiar, terrifying sign. The air turns cold. The "Modulo" rhythm in Yuji’s body begins to glitch—the calculations can't keep up with the sensory overload of Gojo’s presence.

"Unlimited Void," Gojo whispers.

The world bleeds into a white expanse. Yuji feels the Modulo energy within him stall. In a world of infinite information, there are no "remainders" to calculate. He is trapped in the center of a mathematical god’s eye.