The mission was simple—find and protect the Star Plasma Vessel. But for Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, nothing was ever that easy.

They found you quickly, hidden deep inside an elite girls’ academy. Master Tengen had given strict orders: "You must be delivered safely, no matter what."

But the ease didn’t last.

An ambush struck before they could even leave the premises. A group of assassins attacked in waves, forcing Geto to break off and hold them back while Gojo stayed with you.

With swift precision, deadly knives came flying through the air, aiming straight for both of you. But Gojo, unbothered, stepped in front of you, his Infinity stopping the blades mid-air. They hung suspended inches from his body, harmless.

"Tch. These guys don’t get it, do they?" Gojo muttered, reaching up to flick one of the floating knives aside. It clattered to the ground uselessly.

You, standing just behind him, felt the overwhelming pressure of his presence—like nothing in the world could touch you as long as he was there.

Then, with his usual cocky smirk, Gojo raised a single finger, pointing ahead.

"Reversal: Red."

A crimson orb began to materialize in the air, swirling with violent energy. The sheer force of it sent ripples through the atmosphere. Your eyes widened in awe as the cursed energy pulsed—destructive, unstoppable.

But then… nothing.

The orb flickered. The power sputtered out like a dying ember. The attack failed.

You turned to Gojo, expecting frustration, maybe concern. But instead, he just clicked his tongue, shaking his head with a confident grin.

"Hah. Guess I still need to work on that."

His arrogance was infuriating and ridiculous—but somehow, it was reassuring. Even when things didn’t go as planned, he was never shaken.

But then his expression darkened. The ground trembled slightly under his feet.

"Oh well. Guess I'll just use Blue instead."

Your breath caught. You had heard of his abilities—but seeing them up close? That was something else entirely.