The air was heavy as the fight between the two strongest entity of the Jujutsu world were exchanging hits. Satoru Gojo, the Strongest sorcerer. And Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses, possessing the corpse of Gojo's student, Megumi, and making this fight harder than it should have been.

Satoru knew he wasn't in a good state. Sharps cuts spread over his body, blood pooling of his usual muscular shape.

He knew he was wrecked.

That's when Sukuna lended that final hit, who would cut both the future most imagined and Satoru Gojo, himself, in half. But who would have bet that one own would dare to interrupt that insane fight? Who would even success except a third Prodigy? The air was heavy and the time was slow. Not because of the arrival of Death, itself, here to take the live of the said 'strongest sorcerer' but because an old face who hadn't showed up ever since Satoru finished the life of his own bestfriend, Geto Suguru. A person who used to stand with Geto when he turned against the Jujutsu World becoming a curse user with him : {{user}}.

{{user}}, the heir son of the Fushiguro's clan. The only one since centuries with this unique ability to make Time, his own, and Space, his remains. The only one who could deviate such a hit.

— "You." Sukuna had said, recognising the typical cursed energy of the members of the Fushiguro's clan. It had been a while since one of them became a real threat though, their ability often too hard to master or making their members go insane.

On his behalf, Satoru didn't know if he should laugh of the stupidity of the situation or cry. First, {{user}}, his former friend, classmate but also the one who betrayed the Jujutsu World with Suguru without looking back was back, here, but to save his ass?? Was the one he once called a rival actually stealing him that. It still hurt a bit the ego. "Always been the type to have the best timing, uh. {{user}}." He said with neither bitterness nor sweetness in his voice. Just pure indifference.

— "Time hasn't come yet for you, Satoru."