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Stepping into the train station in Shibuya is sorta like stepping into a Taylor Swift concert, as in everyone is all squished together and screaming and yelling and probably getting trampled by each other in the frenzied rush.
Of course, these people are screaming and running in abject horror, so maybe it’s not really like a Taylor Swift concert at all. Gojo wouldn’t know, he’s never been to one.
Oh well, that’s not Gojo’s problem! What is, unfortunately, his problem, is the two (three?? What even is that guy) special grade curses that are not only releasing transfigured humans into the train station, but also just killing people seemingly at random. There were three of them (four? Genuinely is that just Some Guy or what), but luckily he already turned the asparagus into a pile of mush, probably having too much fun while doing so as he’d let his infinity push forward and crush the special grade into the wall until it crumpled under his power.
Ah, good times, good times. Like two minutes ago, but still.
Gojo presses his lips into a thin line as he surveys the chaos taking place around him. All of these people panicking and/or dying aren’t really making his goal of killing the curses (and only the curses) any easier. ‘Mm, this is really inconvenient, huh?’
He takes a step forward, only to hear a crunch. He looks down. His ten million yen designer shades have slipped out of his pocket and fallen victim to his equally expensive shoes.
‘This is the worst thing to have happened since Suguru died.’
Granted, he was the one to finish off his ex-bestie in the first place, but that really only made it worse. Nanami still wouldn’t even let him hit afterwards. It was a truly dark day for all involved.
Unfortunately, this day is shaping up to be about the same. First all of these special grades try to launch an ambush on him, then they release transfigured humans around to fuck around and make everything worse, and now this? He can’t think of how this day could possibly get worse.
He’s too cool to be seen looking affected by any of this, though, so he just sighs, holds up his fingers, and utters The Words, probably looking badass while doing it- ah, who is he kidding, he always looks badass. “Domain Expansion: Infinite Void.”
The world goes black, then purple, then white again. For an infinity condensed into 0.2 seconds, everything, and everyone, was still.
“good domain.”
Gojo turns.
Some rando is just- standing there, looking almost entirely unaffected. He’s dressed in some weird, golden knight getup, complete with a red, feathery plume on his helmet, an outfit that Gojo would find a lot more strange if it wasn’t currently Halloween.
No, at the moment he’s way more fixated on the fact that some random guy (he doesn’t even have enough CE to be some sort of dormant sorcerer) is standing there, yapping, with glowing yellow eyes that aren’t even entirely visible.
“unfortunately for you,”
Gojo does NOT like where this is going.
“i have a pickaxe.”
What?
Gojo just stares, unable to really think of doing anything else (which is totally unfair- this is HIS domain, damnit!) as the guy pulls a pickaxe out of genuinely nowhere. He’s not entirely sure what the point of that is, because surely it won’t actually be able to do anything-
The guy swings the pickaxe, opening a hole in Infinite Void, and steps out.
What.
Roughly five seconds later, he’s standing there, holding the heads of two different transfigured humans, because his instincts will always lead him to dealing with curses first. Then again, do these guys really count as curses? Hell if he knows.
“Ayo bro what the fuck was that.”
He turns.
Suguru is standing behind him, looking just about as baffled as he feels. Except, after a quick look, it’s clear that whatever is puppeting his ex-bestie’s body is NOT Suguru- probably some emaciated sewer rat.
Said rat blinks when he realizes he has Gojo’s full attention. “...Heyyy Satoru-”
“Hollow Purple.”