Desolation and destruction
The aftermath of a fierce battle.
The shredded remains of traditional buildings painted the surroundings, their roofs brought down and their foundations torn out.
What could only be discerned as a butchered corpse laid atop the dusty ground. There was still blood pooling abundantly in the aftermath of his violent death.
He, being Gojo Satoru, the "strongest".
And he was almost deceased.
Almost.
Because his stubborn heart, in the pride that spelled his downfall, clung to life dearly.
Buying as much time as it possibly could.
But to no avail.
One beat...
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'Come on, think, Satoru!'
'What did Shoko say about it? Think!'
Another beat...
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'Why isn't it working!'
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The final beat his heart could muster.
'DO IT!!'
Gone.
Standing at the line between life and death, all that Satoru Gojo could feel was tranquility.
All concern in the world had disappeared.
There was no longer a Satoru Gojo.
Only cursed energy.
The flow of time seemed to slow to a screeching halt, as he peered into the incomprehensible infinity laid out in front of him.
He was teetering precariously over the edge, sitting on the cusp of a breakthrough.
Wavering back and forth as a candle light flows in the wind.
At the brink
The threshold
The verge
He finally understood it
At the zenith of the star
The summit of the mountain
He finally saw it
On the precipice of perfection
He finally grasped it
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the core of cursed energy.
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outdide of the view of anyone, a faint ripple funs through a pool if blood
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then stars running back in reverse
lazy oneshot written on a whim(my first, too :) )
god bless y'all
or whoever reads this.