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Chapter Ten: A Demon Meets a King

In the Jujutsu world, where sorcerers and cursed spirits vie for dominance, the grading system stands as a cornerstone of order and hierarchy. This system, intricate and deeply rooted in the world's lore, serves as a measure of a sorcerer's prowess and a cursed spirit's threat level. It is a scale that balances the fine line between chaos and control, a guide that shapes the destiny of all who dwell within this arcane universe.

The grading system is divided into several tiers, each reflecting the strength, skill, and potential of the individual or entity it assesses. At the lowest end of the spectrum lie the Grade 4 sorcerers and cursed spirits, beings of minimal threat or power, often young sorcerers still honing their abilities or minor curses born of weak negative emotions. These entities are typically tasked with handling low-level incidents or undergoing rigorous training to ascend the ranks.

As one progresses upwards, the Grade 3 tier represents a significant step forward. Sorcerers at this level have demonstrated a commendable command over their cursed energy, capable of performing basic Jujutsu techniques and exorcizing intermediate curses. For cursed spirits, this grade signifies a greater accumulation of malice and strength, posing a more considerable challenge to those who confront them.

The Grade 2 sorcerers and spirits mark the middle ground, where the distinction between novice and adept becomes apparent. Sorcerers of this grade are seasoned warriors, often entrusted with more perilous missions and capable of wielding advanced Jujutsu techniques. They are the backbone of Jujutsu society, safeguarding the balance between the human world and the realm of curses. Grade 2 cursed spirits, on the other hand, are formidable adversaries, often requiring multiple sorcerers to subdue.

At the pinnacle of the grading system are the Grade 1 and Special Grade classifications. Grade 1 sorcerers are the elite, masters of their craft who can confront the most dangerous of curses head-on. They are the vanguards of the Jujutsu world, their names whispered with a mix of fear and reverence. Special Grade sorcerers are a rarity, individuals whose power transcends the conventional grading scale, often possessing unique abilities that can alter the very fabric of reality.

Special Grade cursed spirits are the stuff of nightmares, entities so powerful that they can threaten entire cities or even nations. They are the embodiment of pure, unbridled malice, born from the darkest corners of human collective fear. Engaging a Special Grade spirit is a task reserved for only the most skilled and courageous of sorcerers, for it is a battle that teeters on the edge of life and death.

The grading system is not merely a static measure of power; it is a dynamic and ever-evolving reflection of one's journey through the Jujutsu world. Sorcerers train tirelessly to climb the ranks, facing trials that test their limits and forge their resolve. Cursed spirits, too, evolve, their grades shifting as they feed on the negative energy that fuels their existence.

In this world, the grading system also serves a deeper purpose. It is a narrative device that weaves together the tales of countless characters, each with their own ambitions, fears, and destinies. It is a framework that allows for the exploration of themes such as the nature of power, the burden of responsibility, and the quest for self-improvement.

In the old scriptures of Master Kush Sarito, there is another Grade. One that is even higher than Special Grade. Grand Grade stands as a testament to the extraordinary. It is a title whispered in reverence, reserved for those whose power eclipses the known limits of the Jujutsu hierarchy. Grand Grade sorcerers are paragons of strength and wisdom, capable of feats that defy the very laws of nature. They are the guardians of balance, the ones who walk a solitary path to protect the fabric of reality from unraveling.

Conversely, Grand Grade cursed spirits are cataclysms incarnate. They are born from the deepest, most pervasive fears of humanity, and their mere presence distorts the world around them. To face such a spirit is to stand at the precipice of oblivion, challenging the darkness that seeks to consume all.

The Grand Grade is more than a rank; it is a legend, a goal that drives the bravest souls to strive for greatness. It is the ultimate challenge, promising epic battles and profound revelations. In the narrative of the Jujutsu world, the Grand Grade is the pinnacle of power, the rarest of achievements, and the most thrilling of adventures. It is the heart of stories that inspire awe and wonder, a symbol of the unyielding spirit that defines the greatest of sorcerers and the most formidable of curses.

In conclusion, the grading system of the Jujutsu world is a multifaceted construct that shapes the narrative and defines the characters within it. It is a testament to the complexity of the universe created by the storytellers, a tool that adds depth and intrigue to the epic saga of sorcerers and spirits. As the story mode progresses, the grading system remains a constant, guiding light, illuminating the path that each character must walk, whether it leads to glory or to ruin.

-Rules and Orders of the Jujutsu World; for first years

~• •~

In the neon-drenched streets of Shibuya, where the city's heartbeat is its people, a young boy in an orange kimono moved like a wisp of hope among the shadows. His snow-white hair flowed behind him, opposite to the vibrant colors that adorned the bustling district. This was Tenodakume Gojo, also known as Naruto, a child.

As Naruto walked, his amethyst eyes caught sight of a curse that had ensnared a group of people. Without hesitation, he approached, his presence alone bringing a hush over the panicked crowd.

"Tsunade Style: Black Flash," he yelled, his small hands moving with practiced ease. The curse recoiled, as if afraid, and then dissipated into the ether, leaving behind only the faintest trace of malice.

The crowd, now freed from their terror, murmured among themselves, their voices a blend of relief and wonder.

"Did you see that? The monster just vanished!"

"Who is that child? He's so young, yet looks so powerful…"

Naruto turned to leave, there were many more that needed help, but a young girl, no older than he, grasped his sleeve. "Thank you," she said, her eyes brimming with gratitude. "What's your name?"

He then replied, offering her a gentle smile. "I'm just a Shinobi, helping where I can," he replied softly.

As he stood and vanished away, the whispers grew louder, the people's words weaving a tapestry of legend around the mysterious boy.

"He's like a flash, here and gone in an instant."

"SnowFlash..."

~• •~

Jogo looked down at the unconscious form of Yuji Itadori with a sinister grin. As a special grade curse, he knew that feeding Sukuna's fingers to the boy would only strengthen his already formidable powers. Jogo took one of the cursed fingers and held it out towards Yuji's mouth.

"You truly are a fool, Itadori," Jogo hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "But your ignorance will only serve to benefit us curses in the end."

Jogo glanced around but saw no one in the dimly lit area. He shook his head, dismissing it as his imagination playing tricks on him. With a cruel smile, he pushed the finger past Yuji's lips, feeling a surge of power pulse through the boy's body.

~• •~

"Fushigoro,"

The air in Shibuya was thick with tension, the kind that precedes a storm. Megumi's voice, laced with a mix of fear and defiance, barely finished echoing his name when the unexpected happened.

In a blur of motion too swift for the human eye, a figure appeared between Megumi and Toji. Snow-white hair, almost glowing under the moonlight, framed a young face with eyes that held the depth of the universe.

"Tsunade Style: Black Flash!" The boy's voice, clear and resonant, cut through the silence like a blade.

Toji, the feared sorcerer killer, found himself airborne, not by choice but by the sheer force of the technique that hit him. He crashed through walls as if they were made of paper, each impact a testament to the boy's power.

As the dust settled, Tenodakume turned to Megumi, his bright amethyst eyes softening. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice carrying a warmth that belied his cold appearance. "Leave this place," he urged, not as a command but as a plea for safety.

Megumi was utterly shocked. This kid just punched a man who was the strongest human he had ever seen like a pebble. Such strength is… demonic. And that was indeed a Black Flash, a different and refined version, but a Black Flash, nonetheless. Didn't he call it 'Tsunade Style'? Wasn't that the name of Hokage in 'Naruto' manga he has been reading lately? Does this kid watch that series too…?

Footsteps interrupted his train of thoughts. He saw the man standing behind the boy. With inhuman strength, he returned to the fray, his movements a blur as he aimed a lethal strike at the boy. Yet, his fist stopped inches away, halted by an invisible barrier.

"Limitless: Infinity." Naruto murmured, almost to himself, as he watched Toji's confusion turn into realization.

Toji's inner thoughts raced. 'Who is this child? How can he wield such techniques?' But there was no time for questions. The fight was on, and he had to adapt or fall.

'His fangs were constantly driven towards the strongest…'

The clash of the black sheep of the Zenin and the demon shook the very streets of Shibuya. Toji, his fists like hammers, struck with a force that could shatter bones. Yet, each blow was effortlessly repelled by Naruto's Infinity Barrier, an invisible wall that rendered Toji's lethal prowess futile.

Toji attacked the boy with a barrage of punches, but the attacks never touched him, still, the boy was thrown away each time due to the shockwaves.

"I don't want to harm you," The boy yelled, His movements were fluid, a stark contrast to the brute force of Toji's attacks. "You are strong, but I cannot let you kill emo-nii-chan!"

'Who?'

Their forms became nothing more than a blur, their speed transcending human limits. To the onlookers, if any dared to watch, they were mere shadows flickering in and out of existence.

Toji could think, of course he could. But his body won't listen. He wanted to stop, but he could not. He was mentally exhausted, but a part of him wanted to kill all the sorcerers. And this boy was one. His brain automatically generated ideas and strategies to fight the boy.

Naruto had already acknowledged the man. The man was way faster and stronger than him. Almost equal to Maito Gai in his base form.

Toji's inner thoughts were a whirlwind. 'This kid... he's like a ghost. I can't touch him. This barrier…' Despite his confusion, his resolve did not waver. 'I must break through. I must find a way.'

Naruto, for his part, felt a pang of sadness. 'This man... he does not hold back, yet there is no malice in his heart. Why does he fight? What drives him to such lengths?'

As the battle raged on, it became clear that this was more than a fight. It was a test of wills, a confrontation between the unstoppable force and the immovable object.

Then, Toji used the famed weapon, Playful Cloud, its edges were not dull, but very pointy, like a needle or a nail. Toji moved the weapon in a ferocious motion, the staff whistled through the air, a deadly symphony of strikes aimed at the boy who stood calm and unyielding. Each attempt to connect was thwarted, the weapon seemingly repelled by an unseen force.

'Nothing can touch him.' Toji's mind raced, his instincts honed from countless battles screaming that something was not right. His eyes, sharp and calculating, studied the boy, searching for a weakness, a chink in the armor.

"Just stop, already!" Naruto yelled in frustration. He did not want to use his techniques against a human. But this guy… he was not giving up. Despite not using cursed techniques, Naruto felt like he was on the verge of passing out. His physical condition was at the very most: 60%. This guy was an absolute monster.

The boy, with the Six-Eyes of the Gojo clan, observed Toji's struggle. His heart felt a twinge of sorrow for the man before him. "A cursed spell?" he pondered aloud, his voice tinged with curiosity. His eyes, shining like amethysts, seemed to look right through Toji, seeing more than the physical form.

Toji's inner thoughts were a storm. 'This kid is different from the people I've faced before, it's not even like that Gojo brat. And this kid... There's something about him. He is not using his cursed techniques too much. He is actually keeping up with me. He is not just a fighter; he's something more.'

The child's voice broke through the chaos of Toji's mind. "You are bound by something unnatural," he said, his tone gentle yet firm. "I can see it! Let me help you!"

The realization hit Toji like a physical blow. 'Could this child see the curse that binds me?' For a moment, he hesitated.

As the standoff continued, the air around them seemed to crackle with the power of the unseen forces at play. It was a moment of truth, a pivotal point that could change the course of their encounter. The air was tense, the tension palpable as Naruto prepared to unveil his most potent technique. "Domain Expansion: Tsukuyomi!" he declared, his voice echoing with the power of his prowess. The world around them warped, reality bending to the will of the child.

The world around them shifted. The sky turned a brilliant blue while they found themselves in a blue grassland. Within the domain, Toji discovered himself in a realm of endless night, where the moon hung heavy and full, casting a silvery glow over everything. The oddest thing that Toji noticed was that this domain radiated a calm aura. Still, Toji marched towards the boy, his Infinity Barrier should not work here.

~• •~

A few days ago…

"Cursed Speech is a unique and powerful technique passed down through the Inumaki family," Gojo began, his eyes reflecting a deep understanding of the jujutsu world. "It allows the user to imbue their words with cursed energy, turning them into commands that must be obeyed."

Naruto listened intently as Gojo continued, "The mechanism is quite fascinating. The user, like Inumaki, has special markings known as the 'Snake Eyes and Fangs' on their cheeks and tongue. These markings are the key to activating the technique."

Gojo paused, ensuring the boy was following along. "When Inumaki speaks, he isn't just using words. He's channeling his cursed energy into them, making them potent enough to compel action or even cause physical effects. It's as if his voice carries the force of a spell."

Naruto's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "But doesn't that hurt him?"

"Yes, it does," Gojo replied solemnly. "Using Cursed Speech, especially strong commands, takes a toll on the user's body. It can cause throat pain, coughing up blood, or in severe cases, loss of speech. That's why Inumaki often carries cough syrup with him."

"So, he sacrifices his well-being to help others?" Naruto asked.

Gojo nodded. "Indeed. It's a heavy burden, but Inumaki bears it bravely. He uses his power to protect his friends and fight against curses. And that's what makes him not just a powerful sorcerer, but a true hero."

~• •~

"Kotoamatsukami," Naruto intoned, and a cascade of light enveloped Toji, seeping into his very being.

Abruptly, Toji halted his movements, and he felt a pang of emotion rushing inside him.

"Family is important," the boy spoke. His voice was like the sound of a cuckoo on a spring morning. "Go and look after them."

The shackles of the spell that had bound Toji's soul began to crumble, the dark tendrils dissolving into nothingness. As the domain receded, the night sky fading away, Toji was left standing, free from the invisible chains that had held him captive.

As the echoes of the domain faded, so did the animosity between them. It was a moment of clarity, a brief respite in the chaos of their battle. Confusion clouded Toji's eyes as he looked at the boy before him. The boy was on his knees, coughing… blood?

"What did you do to me?" Toji asked, his voice a mix of awe and suspicion. He was not feeling that immense bloodlust from himself anymore. He didn't want to continue fighting.

The child's expression was one of empathy and understanding. "You… w-were not being y-yourself," he explained softly, a bit of blood still on the corner of his lips. "Y-you were… being c-controlled, b-b-but now you are… free."

"How did you do it?"

"Cursed Speech," the boy replied. "Mixed it with Amplify Blue and applied it in my domain so that only you are influenced by it."

Toji's inner thoughts were a whirlwind, his sclera's gray color replaced by normal white color. 'This power... it's unlike anything I've ever felt. And this boy... he freed me. How?' The questions swirled in his mind, but deep down, he felt a sense of gratitude.

In the aftermath of the domain's dissolution, Toji stood motionless, his mind racing to comprehend the events that had unfolded. The boy's power was undeniable, a force that resonated with a familiar aura. It was a prowess that he had only felt once before, in the presence of Satoru Gojo.

"Who are you?" Toji finally asked, his voice steady but laced with a newfound respect. The question hung in the air, unanswered, as the child's gaze remained fixed on him, a silent understanding passing between them.

Tenodakume's inner thoughts were calm, a stark contrast to the turmoil he had sensed in Toji. "I am a Shinobi," he replied, his voice soft yet carrying an undercurrent of strength. "One who seeks to understand the true meaning of my existence by helping others."

Toji's eyes narrowed, the pieces falling into place. The snow-white hair, the amethyst eyes, the overwhelming power—it all pointed to one conclusion. "You're his son, aren't you? Satoru Gojo's son," he stated, the realization dawned on him.

The boy did not confirm nor deny the statement, but the slight upturn of his lips spoke volumes. At that moment, Toji understood that the child before him was not just any opponent. He was the legacy of the strongest sorcerer, a beacon of potential that could change the world.

With a final nod of acknowledgment, Toji disappeared into the shadows of Shibuya, leaving behind the echoes of a battle that would be etched in his memory. The encounter with the child had left him with more questions than answers, but one thing was certain—he had witnessed the emergence of a new era.

And now, he had a little girl and a boy to look after. Eh, perhaps later, they can wait…

Naruto stood up, went to the alley where the fight had begun. Megumi was still on the ground, clutching his wound, Naruto was too tired to heal the older boy, but he did it anyway.

"You know the Reversed Cursed Technique!?"

"Yeah, I guess, dattebayo." Naruto coughed blood once more, damn, this takes a toll on the body. Even with the Reversed Cursed Technique, it is very hard to heal the wound on his throat. "You should go to the cake-butt lady." He told Megumi. "You look like you were crushed by a bulldozer."

"That might not be entirely false…" Megumi halted his speech as he felt a very malevolent cursed energy spike coming from the subway station. "Sukuna…"

Perhaps Naruto felt it too as he tensed up, "Yuji-nii-chan," oh, he did. "I am gonna go and see what it is, just go the cake-butt lady."

~• •~

"I'll give you one second," Sukuna opened his eyes, feeling the familiar presence of Shibuya surrounding him. "Move your hand."

The cursed spirit immediately jumped away and stood beside the trembling girls. He had a horrified look on his face.

As he stood up, the twin girls and Jogo trembled in fear, their eyes wide with terror at his awakening. "Your heads are quite high,"

The twin girls fell on the ground with a thud, dropping to their knees with their heads bowed low. Jogo hesitated for a moment before reluctantly following suit. However, he just kneeled with one knee.

"You think one knee is enough?" Sukuna said, his voice cold and commanding. He released a slash, cutting off a part of his head.

Sukuna walked towards the girls, his presence exuding power and intimidation. He looked down at them, a smirk playing on his lips.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice dripping with malice.

The girls trembled as they stammered out their response, "T-t-there is a man downstairs wearing clothes like a monk… Sukuna…sama. Please kill him!" She then gained a little confidence. "

Sukuna laughed, a cruel sound that sent shivers down their spines. "You think I would ever be controlled by anyone?"

With a flick of his wrist, Sukuna summoned his curse energy, causing the ground to tremble beneath them. The girls and Jogo looked up in horror as Sukuna's power surged around him, his eyes glowing with a dangerous light.

"We know where another one of your fingers is…" one of the girls said.

"You think you can buy me with such a thing?"Sukuna said, his voice low and menacing. "I think it's time to finish this little charade,"

The girls whimpered in fear as Sukuna raised his hand, ready to strike. But before he could make a move, a blur appeared between them. A boy. The boy. He stepped forward, a desperate look in his eyes.

Sukuna's slash didn't cut anything because of the Infinity Barrier between them.

"Please," the boy said, his voice barely a whisper. "Spare them…"

"And why should I do that?" Sukuna asked.

"I…" the boy had no answer. Of course he didn't.

Sukuna turned to look at Jogo, his expression unreadable. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "Fine. I'll spare them, but only because of your plea."

Naruto let out a sigh of relief, grateful that Sukuna had shown mercy. The girls bowed their heads in gratitude, thanking Sukuna for sparing their lives. Naruto had at least twelve or thirteen fingers' worth of strength, according to Satoru. But, due to his previous fight with that superhuman, he had become physically weaker. He had also been saving civilians and fighting curses for quite some time.

But Sukuna's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the girls. "However, that doesn't mean I'll let you off so easily."

With a swift motion, Sukuna unleashed his curse energy, blasting the girls with a powerful wave. They cried out in pain before collapsing to the ground, bruised and broken.

Sukuna looked down at them, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "Remember this and never forget the power of Sukuna, the King of Curses."

Naruto stood defiantly in front of Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba. The two girls huddled behind him; their eyes wide with fear as they clutched each other's hands. Before them loomed Sukuna, the King of Curses, his presence alone enough to chill the bones of the bravest warriors.

Sukuna's eyes narrowed as he regarded the boy, a smirk playing on his lips. "You wish to protect them?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that echoed off the concrete and glass. "Very well, I shall give you a chance. But you must pass two tests."

Naruto's jaw set, and he nodded, determination etched into his young features. "I'll do whatever it takes," he replied, his voice steady despite the tremor he felt in his heart.

"The first," Sukuna began, his fingers idly tracing the air as a figure materialized beside him, "is to defeat him, the volcano curse." He looked at the cursed spirit. "How about this— if you manage to kill him I will do whatever you want."

Jogo stepped forward, his form crackling with fiery energy, the heat emanating from him warping the air. Naruto swallowed hard but stepped forward to meet the challenge. "I will eradicate your pathetic existence."

Sukuna clapped slowly, a look of amusement on his face. "Impressive," he said. "But the second test will be revealed in time. For now, you have to earn a reprieve for these two."

Naruto turned back to Sukuna, "Okay, I will. But I would like to add one more condition."

"Oh, and what would that be?"

"If I pass," Naruto said, his amethyst eyes shining with determination. "Then you will leave the body of Yuji-nii-san, dattebayo!"

Sukuna stared at him for a moment before breaking out into laughter. However, Naruto's gaze remained fixed on him.

"Okay, brat!" Sukuna finally said. "That's the binding vow?"

Naruto nodded, but his eyes remained on Sukuna. "I'll be ready for the second test," he said. "Whatever it is." He gave the girls a reassuring look. "But let them go first."

"Okay." The girls quickly left the place after looking at the boy with wide teary eyes. They swore that they had seen a shithouse of Geto-sama beside him.

"I am ready." Naruto declared.

Sukuna's grin widened, revealing sharp teeth. "We shall see, brat. We shall see."

As the King of Curses vanished into the night, Naruto looked at the cursed spirit.

"You will pay for what you did to Mahito!" The cursed spirit yelled, lava falling from the top of his head.

"He is your friend?" Naruto asked with a frown. "Can't say he didn't deserve it, dattebayo!"

"Shut up, demon brat!" Yelled the cursed spirit as he jumped at Naruto like an animal.

The clash of the demon and a monster had begun. Shibuya, a district usually pulsating with life, now stood as the silent witness to a battle of epic proportions. Jogo, the embodiment of earth's volcanic wrath, faced off against Naruto.

As they squared off amidst the towering skyscrapers, the air crackled with cursed energy. Jogo's eyes, burning with a primal fury, were fixed on the boy, his fists igniting with the promise of destruction. Naruto, with the calm of a winter's night, gazed back, his Six-Eyes revealing the infinite layers of reality that lay before him.

With a burst of speed that shattered the ground beneath him, Jogo launched forward, his fists trailing flames. The boy, a clear sign of sadness in his eyes, activated his Infinity barrier. The invisible barrier repelled the cursed spirit's fiery onslaught. Each punch from Jogo was met with the unyielding force of the void, his attacks dissipating into nothingness upon contact.

The boy responded in kind, his fists moving with a grace that belied his age. The blows were precise, aimed not to harm but to subdue. Yet, Jogo's cursed form absorbed the impact, his resolve as unbreakable as the earth he commanded.

The exchange was a symphony of power and restraint. Jogo's flames roared against the silence of the Infinity, a testament to the cursed spirit's indomitable will. Naruto, his amethyst eyes shining with a celestial light, maneuvered with an elegance that spoke of his noble lineage.

He did not wish to exorcize Jogo, for within the cursed spirit's fiery heart, he saw a flicker of something pure, something worth understanding. And so, they fought, not as enemies, but as two beings searching for meaning in a world that had branded them as anomalies.

Their confrontation drew to a close, neither having gained the upper hand. The Infinity barrier remained unbroken, and Jogo's spirit unyielding. As they paused, the air around them shimmering with heat and power, it was clear that this was more than a fight—it was a dialogue of souls, spoken with fists and fire.

Jogo, his frustration mounting, as his fiery assaults were effortlessly repelled by Naruto's Infinity barrier. The cursed spirit's flames, which had razed countless adversaries before, were rendered harmless before the boy's serene gaze.

Undeterred, Jogo summoned the full might of his fire abilities, the air around him shimmering with the heat of a thousand infernos. He unleashed a barrage of fireballs, each one a miniature sun, hurtling towards Naruto with the intent to overwhelm.

"DIE…!"

The street thermometer of Shibuya rose from 21°C to an astonishing 300°C before the machine exploded.

Naruto, with a flick of his wrist, he invoked Reversal Red, the technique that turned power against itself. The fireballs halted mid-air, their momentum reversed, and they sped back towards Jogo, who narrowly avoided his own attack.

Seizing the moment, Naruto extended his hand, his fingers tracing the complex patterns of the Blue. A gravitational well formed, seeking to pull Jogo into an abyss of unconsciousness. Yet, the cursed spirit's resilience was formidable; he resisted the pull, his cursed energy flaring to counter the boy's intent.

The boy's eyes, reflecting the depths of his lineage, were filled with conflict. He held back, his heart not in the fight to harm but to reach an understanding. His attempt to subdue Jogo with Blue was powerful, yet it lacked the decisive force, a testament to his reluctance to cause true damage.

"You won't give up, right?" Naruto yelled in a sad tone as he evaded a fireball.

"Never!" A frustrated Jogo shouted back as he stood on a busted skyscraper. "I won't hold back anymore!" He raised his hands towards the heavens and shouted, "Meteor!"

The skies above Shibuya darkened as Jogo, his fiery spirit unquenched, called forth his most cataclysmic ability. With a bellow that resonated through the very foundations of the district, he unleashed Meteor, a colossal orb of cursed fire that blazed like a second sun, its trajectory set to obliterate everything in its path.

Onlookers from afar, their eyes wide with terror, could only watch as the impending doom descended. Among them, Sukuna, the King of Curses, observed with a twisted grin, his interest piqued by the spectacle of destruction. 'How can I make it more enjoyable?' Then he felt a few human prescenes in the subway. He instantly appeared next to a human and a cursed corpse. He sauntered towards a cursed corpse and a swordsman, his presence alone enough to paralyze them with fear.

"Stay still and enjoy the show," Sukuna commanded, his voice laced with malice. The cursed spirit's delight was palpable as the Meteor drew closer, its heat scorching the air, playing with the dread that gripped the hearts of those who dared not move. "Don't move until I tell you to."

In the battlefield, Naruto stood resolute, his amethyst eyes reflecting the fiery descent. 'This is overkill!' He thought. 'I have to use it! I am glad that I helped everyone in the city evacuate. or else I would not be able to use it, dattebayo!" He raised both his hands towards the heavens and began to shape a spinning shuriken like structure. The air around him twisted and contorted, forming a spiraling vortex of cursed energy that mirrored the hues of twilight.

He invoked, "Hollow Style: Purple Rasenshuriken!"

With a motion that seemed to tear the fabric of reality, the boy hurled the Purple Rasenshuriken towards the Meteor. The two forces collided in a spectacle of light and shadow, an explosion that echoed through the realms of humans and curses alike.

As the dust settled and the echoes of the clash faded, Sukuna's smirk widened, his interest in the boy deepening, while Jogo, his attack thwarted, realized the true extent of Tenodakume's abilities.

The Meteor, a symbol of inevitable destruction just a few moments ago, was obliterated, reduced to nothing but stardust in the wake of the boy's technique. The streets of Shibuya, spared from annihilation, bore silent witness to the boy's power—a power that transcended the limits of cursed spirits and sorcerers.

Naruto collapsed on his knees and used the Reversed Cursed Technique to heal his almost crisp hands. His childish body was not strong enough to wield the Purple Rasenshuriken.

Jogo landed next to the boy, his fiery spirit undiminished by the boy's display of power, prepared to unveil his trump card. The air around him crackled with cursed energy, the heat intensifying until it was almost tangible. With a roar that shook the very soul of Shibuya, he initiated his Domain Expansion.

"Domain Expansion: Coffin Of The Iron Mountain!" Jogo smirked. "From what Hanami and Mahito told me, your domain is incomplete. Now, you shall die here!"

The world transformed around them, reality bending to the will of the cursed spirit. Jogo's domain materialized as a magnificent landscape of fire and brimstone, a realm where every ember told a story of destruction and rebirth. The skies blazed with an ethereal glow, and the ground pulsed with the heartbeat of the earth's core.

Naruto stood amidst this inferno; his amethyst eyes wide with wonder. The beauty of Jogo's domain was undeniable, a testament to the cursed spirit's connection to the primal forces of nature. For a moment, the boy was lost in the spectacle, his heart captivated by the raw majesty of it all. The fiery landscape of Jogo's Domain Expansion was a sight to behold, yet it was about to be challenged by a force of serene and overwhelming power. Naruto, the boy with the celestial gaze, stood ready to unveil the depths of his own ability. But the awe was short-lived, for Naruto knew that it was time to bring an end to this dance of fire and fate. With a resolve that belied his youthful appearance, he steeled himself for the final move.

The boy's own power surged, a cool wave of energy that contrasted sharply with the surrounding inferno. He focused his mind, his Six-Eyes piercing through the illusion of Jogo's domain, seeking the truth that lay beneath.

With a calm that resonated through the chaos of fire and ash, Naruto initiated his domain.

"I am so s-sorry…" Naruto whispered before forming a dragon hand sign. "Domain Expansion: Tsukuyomi." The world around them shifted, the oppressive heat of Jogo's domain giving way to a night sky of infinite stars. The realm of Tsukuyomi was a tranquil expanse, where the moon hung low, bathing everything in a silvery glow.

In the world of Tsukuyomi, Jogo's domain crumbled, its fiery pillars turning to dust, its embers fading into the cool night air. The cursed spirit, so accustomed to battle, found himself facing a different kind of opponent—one who fought not with brute force but with visions of what could be.

Naruto's domain was incomplete. 'Was' and 'is' are two completely different words.

It began with a whisper, a soft murmur that seemed to echo from the very heart of the earth. Jogo stood amidst a forest dense and wild, where the trees stretched high into the heavens, their leaves whispering secrets of an ancient time when spirits roamed free, unbound by human malice.

The air was thick with the scent of moss and wet earth, a fragrance pure and untainted. Jogo could feel the pulse of the land beneath his feet, a steady rhythm that spoke of life in its most primal form. Here, in this dream, he was not the feared cursed spirit but a guardian of the earth's sacred groves.

Dagon, Mahito, and Hanami appeared beside him, their forms ethereal and serene. They moved through the forest with a grace that belied their monstrous natures, each step a silent testament to the peace that enveloped this world.

"See how the world thrives without them," Dagon's voice resonated, deep and fluid like the waters he commanded.

Mahito laughed, a sound clear and bright, "In dreams, we find our sanctuary, a place where our curses become blessings."

Hanami, ever the nurturer, reached out to touch a blooming flower, its petals unfurling to reveal a vibrant hue. "This is the beauty we protect, the life that flourishes in our care."

Together, they wandered through this dreamland, witnessing the wonders of a world reborn. Mountains rose majestically, their peaks crowned with snow that never melted. Rivers flowed with a clarity unmatched, their waters a mirror to the sky above.

Animals of all kinds roamed freely, unafraid and unharmed. They recognized the spirits not as threats but as kin, fellow inhabitants of this untouched paradise. Jogo felt a kinship with these creatures, a bond forged from the shared dream of a world where harmony reigned supreme.

As the dream continued, Jogo realized that this world was not just a figment of his imagination but a possibility, a future that could be if only the cursed spirits could find their place within the natural order.

The dream shifted, and Jogo found himself atop a cliff, overlooking a valley where the spirits gathered. They spoke of their hopes, their dreams, and the world they could create—a world where the curse was not a mark of fear but a symbol of the earth's enduring strength.

Seconds turned into weeks, weeks into decades and decades turned into centuries. Soon millenniums passed.

The boy's domain was not just a visual marvel; it was a reflection of his innermost desire for harmony between humans and curses. As Jogo stood amidst the ethereal landscape, he felt a sense of calm he had never known. The boy's power did not just overwhelm the senses; it spoke directly to the soul.

The boy's domain showed him a reality where curses need not be in perpetual conflict with humanity. Overwhelmed by the serenity of Tsukuyomi, Jogo's will to fight waned.

In the silence of the domain, Jogo admitted defeat, not through words or gestures, but through a subconscious acceptance that resonated within the depths of his cursed existence. The battle was over, not with a climactic end, but with a gentle understanding that bridged the gap between two worlds.

As the dust of their epic confrontation settled, Shibuya's heartbeat slowly returned to its normal rhythm. The neon lights, once dimmed by the magnitude of their battle, now flickered back to life, casting a gentle glow over the streets that had witnessed such extraordinary events.

Naruto, the boy at the center of it all, his snow-white hair, a stark contrast to the darkness around him, moved with the gentle breeze that whispered through the streets. His eyes, once fierce with the fire of battle, now held a tranquility that seemed to transcend the world around him.

Jogo, the embodiment of the earth's volcanic rage, lay defeated yet unscathed. In his eyes, there was no trace of resentment, only the glimmer of a new perspective—a vision of a world where cursed spirits could coexist with the rest of existence. The battle had transformed him, and as he slowly vanished, returning to the realm of curses, a sense of serenity enveloped him, a feeling foreign yet welcome.

Sukuna, the King of Curses, watched the unfolding scene with a calculating gaze. The battle had been a mere diversion, yet the boy's power had piqued his interest. A power that even he, with all his might, could not afford to ignore.

Naruto said with a gentle voice, "You should be proud of yourself, you are very strong. The world is vast, and every spirit has its place, believe it!."

Jogo whispered as he was fading into the ether, a few beads of liquid coming out of his eye. "Is this what it feels to be acknowledged? You... you have shown me... a different path. Thank you… Tenodakume Gojo."

The cursed spirit was gone.

Sukuna murmuring to himself, "Intriguing... The boy possesses a power that demands my attention. This will be... entertaining."

As the echoes of the battle faded into the night, Sukuna, the King of Curses, remained perched atop a shattered remnant of what once was a bustling Shibuya storefront. His eyes, sharp and calculating, followed the retreating figure of Tenodakume, the boy whose power had just shifted the tides of an ancient conflict.

"The boy... he's an anomaly. Not just a wielder of the Six-Eyes, but something more. He has a vision for this world—a vision that challenges the very nature of our existence. Cursed spirits and humans living in harmony? A fanciful dream... Yet, he wields his power with such conviction that it almost seems plausible." A sly grin crept across Sukuna's face, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his crossed leg. "Jogo, that brute, he never stood a chance. But he served his purpose, revealing the depths of the boy's abilities. And what depths they are... Limitless, indeed. It's been ages since I've felt a stir of excitement like this. The potential for chaos and creation that this boy holds... It's intoxicating."

Sukuna's gaze lingered on the horizon, where the first hints of dawn were beginning to pierce the night sky.

"The sorcerers will no doubt seek to use him, to harness his power for their own ends. Fools. They don't understand the nature of true power. It's not something to be controlled or tamed. It's a force to be unleashed, to reshape the world in one's own image."

He stood up, stretching languidly, the air around him crackling with cursed energy.

"Gojo brat, you've caught my interest. I must nullify the threat. You." With a chuckle that resonated with ominous portent, Sukuna disappeared from his spot before reappearing beside Naruto. He clapped his hands, drawing the boy's attention.

"You are easily the strongest child I have ever seen," the King said. "I must say, I am impressed—"

"What's the next task?" The boy interrupted.

Sukuna was a bit annoyed, but didn't express it. "Survive one attack."

"Deal." No hesitation. Fascinating. How about…

"No Infinity Barrier." He added.

"Okay." The boy deactivated his barrier instantly. 'The hell, is this kid suicidal?'

"No Reversed Cursed Technique… nah, you can use it." Sukuna grinned. "Are you ready?"

The boy closed his eyes and Sukuna was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of the blood vessels and capillaries in the boy's eyelids.

"Do it," the boy opened his eyes and declared with unyielding determination.

"So be it," Sukuna said as he began to weave signs, the sheer beauty of them hypnotizing the child. "Fuga,"

Naruto, with his Six-Eyes, read them with wide eyes. 'This… is… beautiful!'

Sukuna began with his hands apart, palms facing each other as if cradling an unseen orb. His fingers were splayed wide, primed to manipulate the dormant energies that surrounded him.

Gathering. His fingers curled inward slowly, as if enticing the very essence of fire from the air itself, amassing the volatile energy between his hands.

Formation. With a swift and fluid motion, Sukuna's hands came together, fingertips meeting. He rotated his wrists, twirling his hands around one another, molding the collected energy into the shape of an arrow.

Infusion. His thumbs glided along the length of the ethereal shaft, endowing it with a potent force that made the air shimmer with heat, the arrowhead now aglow as if a piece of the sun itself.

Aim. Sukuna elevated his arm, lining up the fiery projectile with his intended mark. His hand became steady, the movement halting, except for the faint quiver of power pulsating through his veins.

Release. With an abrupt flick of his wrist, the fire arrow was loose. It surged across the void, a scorching comet driven by the command of its creator, leaving a trail of embers in its path.

Each gesture was a testament to Sukuna's command over the elements, a choreographed exhibition of might that culminated in the fiery arrow's forging and dispatch.

By the time Naruto realized that he was the TARGET, he was already being burned alive.

"I couldn't simply let you live," he heard Sukuna say. "A few more weeks, and you would become the strongest. I cannot risk it." Then, the king grinned. "Even now, right at this moment, you are an honored one."

Naruto's world became dark.

A figure appeared behind Sukuna and kneeled.

"Lord Sukuna," they said.

"Who are you?" The king asked in an authoritative tune.

"Your humble servant."

"Urarume!" Sukuna grinned.

They smiled gently.

Sukuna and Uraume talked for a few moments before both went away.

Sukuna looked at the crisp body of the boy before sighing. 'You were wrong sensei,' he thought. 'You were wrong.'

~• •~

In the depths of his mind, Naruto found himself with his mother and father, their presence a silent echo of sadness. Naruto's heart felt heavy, sensing their melancholy.

"Tou-chan, kaa-chan…" His voice barely rose above a whisper, laden with emotion.

"Naruto," Kenji spoke with a serene calmness. "You're truly ready to face death, aren't you?"

"I-I am sorry," he sniffled, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

"Darling…" Hanako knelt and wrapped him in a warm embrace, her hug a sanctuary from his troubles.

"But I think I did something good today." Naruto's smile was strained, unconvincing. "I saved seven hundred lives!"

"Naruto…" Kenji's voice was gentle yet firm. "It's okay. It's okay to cry."

"I am…" The words were a mere breath, a prelude to the tears that followed.

"People don't cry because they're weak, but because they've been strong for too long," Hanako whispered, her hand comforting his head.

And so, Naruto cried, his tears flowing freely, like a child unburdened by the world's weight.

"But no worries!" He tried to laugh through his tears. "There are so many people I want you to meet. There's Pervy Sage, Neji, Jiji, Old Man First and Second. And, oh, there's mom and dad… my other mom and dad… hehe… Maybe I'll see them in heaven…"

"Oh, my boy…" kaa-chan's voice was soft as she stroked his back.

"Naru-chan…" Kenji knelt beside him. "What if I told you there's a way…"

"A way?" Naruto's eyes shimmered with a mixture of hope and confusion.

"Yes," Kenji nodded. "There are two latent powers within your core."

"What are they? How?" Naruto's curiosity sparked.

"I don't know," Kenji admitted. "But one of them might be strong enough to face Sukuna."

"What?!" Naruto's excitement was palpable. "Then why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"We feared the cost," Hanako interjected, her eyes filled with a mother's worry.

"What's the price?" Naruto's frown deepened.

"We're not sure," Hanako said softly.

"The other power?" Naruto pressed on.

"It's strong, but not enough," Kenji explained. "Tell me, Naruto—"

"Are you willing to take this power, knowing the risks?" Hanako finished for him.

Naruto inhaled deeply, his eyes closing for a moment of contemplation before opening with newfound determination.

"Tou-chan, kaa-chan, I'm counting on you."

His mother and father shared a glance and a nod before clasping their hands together.

~• •~

In the Prison Realm, Gojo Satoru looked at the ceiling of his prison and grinned.

'Here he comes!'

~• •~

Sukuna had just finished off Mahoraga by using his domain when he felt something suffocating. Him?! The King of Curses feeling sick?! What is this cursed energy?!

Suddenly, the color of the sky changed, the dark blue replaced by a brilliant sapphire as something brilliantly blue shot up at the sky with blinding speed.

Sukuna felt something landing behind him, something immensely powerful…

"Oi, Terrible Chef of a third-grade restaurant," they said in an odd voice that sent chills down his spine. "Let's show you how a Shinobi fights, dattebayo!"

Author Note:

Wow! More than eight thousand words...

Attention: I wish to know if you know what I know... ugh... I mean, do you know what power is Naruto using? Tell me in the review section; let me see how good or great your guess is! Predict how the fight will go and how it will affect the whole Jujutsu world.

Thanks for reading this chapter! The next chapter will come with bundles of surprises. We shall redefine the word 'BROKEN' in many ways there.

Next Chapter:

THE KING OF CURSES VS THE DEMON KING

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