Gojo blinked, his eyes adjusting to the night sky. The air felt different, the scent unfamiliar. He sat up, looking around at the grass beneath him and the quiet suburban neighborhood stretching out in front of him. A smirk played on his lips.

"Well, this isn't the usual battleground. Where the hell am I?" He muttered to himself. The lack of curses in the air and the absence of jujutsu energy left him confused and intrigued. He was just fighting Sukuna. And he was about to win.