"Ah, man…" I said while clicking my tongue. I don't even need my six eyes to tell just how much of a pickle I'm in right now. I then sigh in defeat, "I got caught. By him of all people too…"

Clicking sounds, much like someone cracking their fingers, then echoed around me. Even in this pitch-black world, I could still perceive the endless mass of skeletons and dead people nearing me. It was as if I was being swallowed by the world—except everyone had no skin and muscle tissues, eyeballs, and even hair.

"Everyone wants a piece of the great Gojo, huh?" I couldn't help but smile at just how much I screwed up. This one was definitely my b.

"Oh?" I said while adjusting my blindfold back on. "Looks like time doesn't pass in here."

Not that it matters much to me. The only thing that I have to worry about is my unnecessary boredom. I didn't even bring my phone.

He then sits back on a pile of bones and places his hands behind his head. Lying down as he just allows the skeletons to ram into his infinity.

"Aaah, crap. Now that I think about it, this will definitely cause trouble." Especially with the power that we three families hold. With my absence, it would most definitely… "Augh…"

Kicking up one of his legs to cross over the other, he lays back and stares into the dark skies. The Skeletons were now cautious as they created distance from Gojo. He sat silently for a little while as he pursed his rather glossy lips. A frown nearly showed itself, but Gojo quickly caught his composure and smiled. "Whatever. It'll be fine."

Itadori Yuji, Megumi Fushigiro, Nobara Kugisaki. Those three, I needn't worry about. Because I have faith… in everyone.

On October 31, inside the Shibuya District. Gojo Satoru has been sealed by Seguru Geto. The Jujutsu world soon took a major hit. And the world of sorcerers re-enters the Golden Age of Curse Techniques; The World of Heian.


It was still pitch black in here.

As you've probably already guessed, I, Gojo Satoru, have been sealed by none other than my friend. Or, rather, by someone who took the body of my friend. So, for the past couple of… well, I would say hours, but then again, time doesn't really pass. So I've been just killing these skeletons over and over to kill some time. Which, again, doesn't really make sense if time doesn't flow.

"C'mon, live a little!" Gojo shouted as a horde of skeletons ran into his infinity. Gojo then slowly lifts his left hand over his right collarbone and backhanded a large group of skeletons into the air. Their bones shattered and fell apart.

"You guys don't even have lungs to scream when you charge, or when you fly away."

So much for Halloween. His feet then slowly begin to cease making contact with the floor; he had begun levitating. Gojo's body then disappears as if it was never there in the first place. He had begun flying in a random direction, probably in hopes of seeking some entertainment. His eyes then widen as he felt something latch off of him. Something of his possession had fallen off of him. Looking back, it was a book with a vibrant blue color, stained with red. Before the book had reached the ground, Gojo had already caught it.

Taking his blindfold off to see, the front cover and the name of the book caught his surprise. "New World, One Piece…" How did that get on me?

Ah. Thinking back on it, he was in Shibuya. A quick little flashback:

During his battle against four special grade curses, Choso, Hanami, Jogo, and Mahito, there was a moment in which an influx of civilians was dragged onto their battlefield. Meaning, there could've been a person who was carrying this book with them there. As to how it got onto our possession…

"Perhaps it got stuck onto me when the box opened and latched onto me?"

Nah, sounds like a bunch of bull.

"Well, whatever entertainment I was searching for, I've found it."

We then quickly took to the skies again, but this time, floated in a fixed spot. The skeletons who rushed to greet him with their claws all tried to force their way up onto where he was floating, but none could reach him.

Laying back once again, as if on a bean bag, he opens the first page of the book.

A lot of the pages were missing. And the pages that did stay were covered in red. The previous holder of this book did not meet a pleasant end, that was for sure. Multiple red lines of blood stretched from the top of the page to the bottom.

The first three pages were ripped. From all that I could tell, it was of a group of people. There was a person who had a scar on his chest in the shape of an X, but his head was ripped off as the page with his head was ripped off. Aside from him, the fourth page was intact, and in it were more characters. At the bottom, there were bolded words that read: "Chapter 598: TWO YEARS LATER."

Gojo continued to read at his own leisure.


Asleep. His body, no longer floating, was asleep on the ground. Using the piles of bones as a pillow. Hordes upon hordes of skeletons all continued to tirelessly cut, slash, or jump on top of him, but no matter how many times they tried, they always reached the same conclusion: His infinity. No matter if he was awake or not, Gojo's six's eyes are able to keep his Cursed Techniques activated. Some pretty cool shit, isn't it?

But while his physical body takes no damage. Mentally, a story unfolds. One that we shall embark on. One that, while private, we ourselves shall indulge within; We with the power, the capacity, and the inquisitiveness to observe.

We, without the consent of the person, shall invade his mind and watch as his journey begins. Where he ends, I cannot say. I'm simply the bridge that allows you to see what is happening to him. Nothing more. It's entirely up to you if you want to continue to watch over this special individual. To proceed, you know what to do.