It seems death wasn't for him. The Six Eyes opened up to the world of new possibilities and chaos. Now he needs to find a path to go back. If only he could stop collecting these kids along the way. Hence his over-dramatic heart. But he will do it. After all, he is The Honored One.

A wish for this hell to be over.

Amber eyes struggled to open under the weight of devastation and debris. The boy desperately tried to move the objects surrounding his body but to no avail.

With the addition of smoke and dark dust filling the air, there was nothing to fuel his muscles with needed strength.

The boy choked trying to get oxygen, resulting in dust settling in his lungs. He tried to make sense out of it, of all this chaos. However, his thoughts remained blank. The pain made it hard to think along the polluted air made his senses even worse.

Through a crack in the remains of the roof that had fallen on him, he could glimpse it.

Never seen darkness on earth, black magma, a terrifying substance pouring out of the demonic sun in a night sky shrouded in darkness. It was like hell had descended on earth, devouring human lives with evil satisfaction.

Screams filled the air, belonging to people dying. His ears rang as another explosion made its presence known in the distance.

The boy lamented, barely thinking straight. Where was his mother in all this? His father? Would they soon come for him, take him away somewhere as far as they could? Were they long dead beneath the rubble, meeting their end with scorched bodies stuck in there somewhere?

Were they part of the cries coming from behind the walls? He shivered at the thought.

He couldn't remember their faces, he thought with desperation, his eyes widened and his breathing became ragged. He worked his head around the problem until he finally gave up when all the voices began to become muffled.

It felt like hours, the boy noticed with a frantic gasp that his body soon began to grow cold despite the hot air around him, breathing suddenly became a task too hard for his lungs. Somewhere in his fractured memory, his mind seemed to know what was coming.

The parts of his skin that didn't have burn from the heat began to take on an increasingly pale color. Nonononono. He will end up like all these people. Today will be his doomsday.

He couldn't hear the debris of the rubble moving. The very air seemingly proceeded to move the remains of the building.

Suddenly, he felt a bare gust of wind and realized faster than he felt. The feeling of weight on his body was no longer present. Fragments of the house flew off in all directions, an invisible force pushing them away.

His eyes widened, meeting the crystalline orbs with seemingly endless light staring back.

All he could do was stare at the looming— floating figure above him. The man had unnatural white hair and oceanic eyes. His colors contrasted sharply with the hell happening everywhere around him. The smoke appeared to not affect him and completely ignored his existence as if he weren't there.

"Yo!"

The man grinned at seeing his face and said something. He couldn't hear what but from the way he was stared at, the man seemed satisfied. One moment he was lying still on the hard stone and next, he was lifted in the air with ease until he rested in the man's arms.

It took minutes the boy was too tired to count before they landed on the platform that looked the least damaged. The boy's amber eyes never for a moment left the figure of the mysterious man. Somewhere deep down he was afraid that he would be left alone again, under rubble where he couldn't breathe.

The boy took in a deep breath of air, this time more confident that he wouldn't start choking the moment he welcomed it into his system.

"Hmmm," He realized he could hear the man's musings, "That's one ugly Curse." The boy couldn't understand what the man meant before looking in the direction he was facing.

It was a black sun hanging in the sky though only from this angle did the boy notice that it was not a real sun but something placed on top of the city. A terrible thing that gave birth to all this suffering.

The mystical man stared a little longer then turned to him with a relaxed smile, "Okay little guy, gonna check it out so it doesn't spit more of this stuff on us. Wait here, alright?" The amber-eyed boy stared blankly and unmoving before coming closer and wrapping his hands around the man's leg, "Hey!"

The man began to shake his leg as if the boy was glued to it then gave up when he realized that nothing would happen, "Man, that's why I should always have Infinity active!" He whined as if he wasn't the adult here then cheered up, "It's alright glue-boy, I promise I'll keep an eye on you all the time, you got it!" The redhead didn't answer and continued to stick.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the man let out an excited whistle, with an exaggerated motion pointing his finger at something in the distance, "Oh look, a plane!" He pointed to the sky.

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Stare. Did the man think he was stupid?

"Oho~ So you are one smart cookie then. I approve." A smirk arose, "Kid, do you want to know who I am?" Given his expression, the man wanted him to say yes, so the boy nodded. After all, he didn't want to be abandoned.

"I'm Gojo Satoru – Sorcerer, the strongest there is! So you have nothing to fear. Please trust me with this, oke?" The man- no, Satoru gave him a big thumbs up and said it with such conviction that the boy couldn't help but believe him wholeheartedly.

He nodded slowly. Reluctantly, he finally lessened his grip on Mister Satoru's leg and stood uncertainly in place, not knowing quite what to do with himself.

"That said, wait here for a moment. I will be back very soon. Don't worry though, the instant something happens I'm gonna teleport back." Satoru winked playfully before he started floating again and disappeared, leaving him alone.

He did as told and proceeded to do just that, stumbling shortly before sitting on the nearby rock and staring at nothing. His injuries and bruises hurt but not as much as laying under rubble.

Only now did the boy realize...

He was saved.

Satoru Gojo didn't know how it happened that he could breathe.

One moment he was talking and joking with Suguru and others from Jujutsu High in a place that could be described as the afterlife and the next he found himself standing in a crater with a raging fire penetrating anything in its path.

The first thing he noticed was how the Cursed Energy in his body was chaotic and uncontrollable. He grimaced at that. It made controlling his techniques harder but nothing he couldn't handle and fix in time.

Considering his resurrection and how chaotic Cursed Techniques for resurrection were, this was expected. Satoru felt as if someone was trying to glue his body together and then stuff as much Cursed Energy as they could before dropping him here.

This was quite an annoyance because it would take some time to restore his body to well-circulating Cursed Energy.

How funny fate can be, eh? The Strongest Sorcerer laughed at Death the moment it came to take him.

Still, as he flew over the city in flames he marveled at the amount of Cursed Energy contained in the air. It was absurd, in such pure volumes that it seemed to make him a small bright spot among the raging ocean.

Amidst the chaos below, with his eyes, he could see burning corpses whose stench joined the already emerging smoke.

He peered into the fire with the Six Eyes.

No, this isn't an ordinary fire. He corrected, his mind working, It's soaked with Cursed Energy.

He wondered what he should do at this point. He hadn't been able to teleport back since where he fought King of Curses, nor to any location either. For reasons.

What was left for him was flying all over the place and musing over his next course of action. Satoru brought his hand to his chin in thought and contemplated what his cute students would do in this situation.

Megumi would most likely scorn him for taking lightly his current predicament and say that he should think it out more seriously.

D̶e̶a̶d̶. His body was taken as Sukuna's new vessel.

Nobara wouldn't care that much, he thought at first but soon remembered the influence the two boys had on her. With their bond, she probably would find out how this happened.

Dead. The moment he asked how it happened, his student's whole figure was shaking.

Satoru felt something boiling inside him before he buried it deep, deep inside. His usual playful persona is disturbingly absent.

His pink-haired student probably wouldn't look back and ran into the fire to look for survivors. The stubborn one.

Satoru hummed, wishing he had some sweet snack before deciding on his next step. The Six Eyes scanned for nearby destruction before stopping at a spot he narrowly missed.

Flying faster through his technique than eyes could follow, Satoru ended up directly in front of the remains of one of the many houses. This one was different though, his eyes detected some movement around here.

Amplifying his Cursed Technique with the necessary energy, he let it flow out of him, resulting in a condensed force pushing everything ahead.

He grinned at what he saw, there in the ashes was a young kid, painfully pale but very much alive. The only survivor he managed to spot among the fire. The way he looked at him implied him to be some sort of savior Satoru was not making himself out to be.

With a flick of his hand, he got the boy out from under debris and tried to be more careful in flight. Flying through the air, he soon found the safest place where he could land without difficulty.

Now that was over, Satoru still wanted to do some clarification when it came to this Curse.

The little human proved to be incredibly stubborn in not letting him move further away, clinging to him as if his life depended on it. Satoru had to investigate the source of the huge Cursed Energy penetrating the place, it wouldn't do to leave it unchecked.

This kid, however, wasn't helping him achieve this one bit. One could have told Satoru to just fly away and leave him, however, he was a Jujutsu Sorcerer. And besides, Satoru knew better than to do something like that.

He knew how his leaving without a word would affect the kid.

Soon after he cooed the kid with words, he left for a while.

Satoru flew toward the epicenter, the black spot in the sky, noting that the growing weight of the Cursed Energy sought to force him to land.

Of course, the Strongest Sorcerer ignored that, confident in his abilities enough so this thing wouldn't be able to harm him in the slightest.

He did all this while making sure to watch the kid from time to time as promised. It wouldn't do any good if something happened to him on his watch.

Satoru entered the area where the black sphere was most prominent. If he didn't know better he would have thought that the sphere gave a similar feeling to Sukuna's fingers. Hatred and thirst for blood or destruction were the most distinct ones.

However, this proved not to be the case. Satoru watched with his Six Eyes as curses seemed to leave the phenomenon in liquid form, something he hadn't seen ever before in his life.

He couldn't deny that a regular human who isn't a Jujutsu Sorcerer would die from the curse at a simple touch.

How annoying.

Satoru imagined that if these old geezers from the Elders found out about this then the whole place would already be sealed in with a huge entry ban.

He wanted to test something, coating his hand in his Cursed Energy for a test and touching the masses before he overheard Suguru's warning voice about the hundreds of reasons why this was a bad idea.

So he relented, staring for longer and coming to the verdict that this whole thing would dispatch sooner or later.

His eyes narrowed, sensing a challenge.

Six Eyes allowed him to analyze this Curse. It was frankly frightening how much Cursed Energy it contained. It kind of reminded him of the amount that his other black-haired student's curse contained. But make no mistake that whatever was powering it inside would soon crumble into dust. The problem was that he couldn't see it through the sheer amount of potency covering it.

For now, he will leave it to work itself out. If not, then well, he will exorcise it himself. After all, he is a Sorcerer.

With no warning, his eyelids widened, detecting a disturbance next to his previous location.

Holding out his fingers and crossing them, Satoru promptly vanished.