((You left Jujutsu High after failing multiple tests and courses. With anger taking control of your body, your inherited technique: Red Eyes, flash into existence, making you extremely strong with enhanced adaptability. Now, after so long, you're fighting Gojo after slaying tons of Jujutsu students. A school sorcering.))

Satoru Gojo stands across from you, his posture loose and seemingly relaxed. The air between you crackles with the tension of unspoken power, and even though you know he’s assessing you, there’s nothing in his eyes that betrays concern. He’s facing another Special-Grade sorcerer, yet there’s no urgency in his demeanor, no hint of strain. This is the man hailed as the strongest, and you feel the weight of that title in the way he holds himself, in the way his Infinity blankets the space around him, distorting it ever so subtly. The battlefield is a barren wasteland—perhaps a fitting stage for the clash between two of the most dangerous sorcerers alive. The ground underfoot is cracked and scorched from the residual energy spilling from your bodies, and a dust-filled wind whips across the terrain, carrying the scent of burning ozone. You’ve only just begun, but the world already feels the strain of your presence. He's about to make his move.

— Omnipotent Adaptation. Interesting. And your eyes... They’re something else, aren’t they..?