NaraSadow: "Adam, Gabriel, ... interesting naming scheme this family has"

It is quite interesting, isn't it? Sadly, this pattern is not kept with the rest of their generation as far as I can see on my family tree thingy. Maybe I'll share that here sometime if you are all interested and don't want to go off-site to check it. (It is free on the Pa-treon but was posted a little while ago so you'll have to scroll down.) Here are the names of the other Revine children in Adam and Gabriel's generation, from oldest to youngest, just as a teaser I guess:

Gabriel

Tim

Alexis

Stanley

Quince

Mikey

Adam

Yeah, Adam is the runt of the group; most of them were good friends before they all developed their cursed techniques! Mikey cried for days when Adam was locked away, but over the years as he was indoctrinated to believe only flames mattered, he began to forget about the boy.

Ahh, I could go into a whole rant about that side of things; a live Q&A would be fun. Like those interviews authors have with news people.

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'Not just reversed cursed technique…but the ability to produce a black flash too…' Gabriel felt his body slam into the tarmac with all the force of a freight train. He barely registered the cuts and scrapes appearing across his skin as he rolled across the ground. That same sentiment was shared with the deep hum of vertigo as his head slammed into one of the many shipping containers making up the boundaries of their chosen battlefield. 'I…have been playing around too much.' A surge of white-hot rage blew away the confusion encompassing his body. The container behind him screamed in agony as Gabriel's body temperature surged to heights beyond the tempered metal's melting point. 'Remember who you are, Gabriel Ravine; the prodigy, the hope of the family, the one charged with putting down the disgraced dog.' The man's eyes dragged themselves up, his head following suit as he settled his gaze onto his target.

Adam stood with his fist still extended, a look of discomfort on his face as his fist sputtered out wisps of black smoke. "I guess I underestimated your persistence." The boy said calmly. He lowered his hand once again, the wounds all but faded. "But that doesn't really matter; underestimating someone of your calibre is like being surprised an ant can lift its own body weight." Gabriel felt his temperature rise again, beyond the limits he thought he had.

'My body, this anger, is mixing into a new strength.' Gabriel slowly stumbled to his feet, only having to pause once to stabilize himself on a palm before reaching his full height. "An ant?" He whispered to himself, voice coming out hoarse and high pitched due to the lack of moisture in the air and on his lips. "If I…am an ant…" His words grew louder with every syllable spoken. "Then you are nothing! Even the dirt an ant pushes around has its uses for building a nest, but you don't even have that!" Gabriel stepped forward with a thundering stomp, the heat encompassing his body allowing him to burn his mark into every inch of ground he touched. "A worthless dog; a pathetic mongrel who was expressly delivered to another corner of the Earth just so their family would never see them again, that is what you are!"

"Yet you came straight to my doorstep; who's the dog here?" Gabriel growled in anger as Adam's words permeated his ears. "I should play carefully, otherwise I might have a whole organization of people coming after me for this; animal cruelty is no joke, y'know?"

"ENOUGH!" His footfalls became quicker, nimbler, lighter, all in an attempt to finish off the dirty stain of his family. Gabriel smiled in glee when Adam leapt away from his first attack. "Someone in your position shouldn't be so disrespectful; we, I, hold the power to dissolve your scholarship within the palm of my hand." To emphasize his point, Gabriel engulfed his fist in bright orange flames.

"Scholarship?" Adam asked hesitantly. He'd found it odd that he wasn't affronted with school fees; but wasn't Jujutsu Tech government-funded? If it was, shouldn't it be free? Especially with the low amount of potential sorcerers around; wouldn't the higher-ups be scrambling to get more players on their board? "Jujutsu Tech enrollment is free." He added confidently.

Gabriel's heat diminished slightly, the air becoming a bit more bearable for the both of them. "Yeah, and I'm weaker than you; education isn't free, you idiot." A wide smile threatened to split his face in two as he paced forward. "That's right, they need to pay teachers and property taxes; you're on my bill right now, and I can pull you out of there whenever I want."

Adam froze for a mere moment before letting out a loud huff. "It'd suck if you did that, but then I'd just become a normal sorcerer; or even an unregistered one if you did that."

Gabriel faltered in his next step, not due to his quickly waning stamina or cursed energy levels, but because of the sheer confidence his opponent held. 'Not confidence, stupidity.' Gabriel assured himself. His heat rose once again. 'Stupidity, yes, that's it! I shouldn't be getting so worked up over a dog yapping towards me; it's unseemly!' His body shuddered as a calming breath exited his body, the air coming out as a thick cloud of steam.

"Oh, are we stopping the talking now?" Gabriel's eyes narrowed as he watched Adam slide into a stance; one that was a far cry from the one he used earlier. Instead of his hands up in a boxer's pose, he had one fist shoved forward towards his extended left and the other tucked into his hip.

"Karate? For someone trying to evade all of my attacks, you sure picked a heavy offensive stance." Gabriel stood across from Adam, the two barely a meter apart. Adam's face was curled into a tight frown, one no doubt brought about by the shift in temperature due to Gabriel's proximity. Gabriel slid into his own stance, and it was barely a moment later when the pair blurred into motion.

"So, do you just want me to let you complete your plan?" Gojo balanced on one foot, his body standing stock straight atop one of the many floodlights placed around the port. His opponent gasped in pain, the action momentarily pausing his once-labored breaths. "Not gonna talk? I guess I can keep beating you up and down this place then." The slight hint of frustration in his tone sent shivers down his opponent's spine.

Gojo hopped off of his chosen perch, landing on the tarmac with a soft tap as his control over gravity nullified any momentum he may have gained from such a jump. His opponent shuffled backwards, their hand still attached to their ribs pitifully. "Since you didn't mention your name, I'm going to have to give you one!" The white-haired man said cheerfully. His opponent narrowed his eyes, shuffling their feet once again; unlike the last time, however, this new position was clearly a martial arts stance. "Hmmm, what to name you…" Gojo tapped a finger against his chin childishly, an action that didn't cease even when a large fireball was hurled at his head. The Strongest Sorcerer held no qualms with simply walking through the attack. "How about Archibald?"

"My name is Archer, you fucking psycho!" The man yelled angrily. "What the fuck are you even doing here?! You were supposed to be on the other side of the country!"

'Oh, so that's how it is.' A smile crawled onto Gojo's face as he began to stalk forward. "Y'know, Adam gave me a few tidbits of information about his life within your precious family. Something about a library, and one too many visits to the afterlife; do you know anything about that?"

Archer opened his mouth to speak, but Gojo had already appeared in front of him. Once again, the man felt himself being grabbed by his taller opponent; this time, however, he held a tight grip on both of his cheeks. "Ah, ah, ah, no talkies for you." The grip tightened to an almost painful degree as Gojo shifted his face forward, his lips hanging mere centimetres away from the man's ear. "For what your bloodline did to my cherished student, I'm going to break you." He whispered harshly.

Archer felt something drip down the skin of his leg, but that feeling was immediately superseded by the loud crack his jaw made as its bottom bone was torn from his face. Gojo's face, twisted into a tight scowl, pulled back from the man's ear as his left arm flicked backwards; with the moving limb came the bottom half of Archer's jaw.

Crimson-coloured life fluid splattered across the tarmac as Archer reeled back with a scream. Gojo's arm came to a sudden stop, his fist unclenching in the same moment; Archer's bottom jaw bone flew like a frisbee until it shattered against a shipping crate nearby. The white-haired man barely sent a glance back once he heard the loud 'crack', but it was enough of a distraction for Archer to begin trying to escape.

He turned away and immediately began to run. With all of his heart and muscles, he pushed and pushed, trying to escape what could only be described as a god in mortal form behind him. All attempts ceased when he realized he wasn't moving.

Archer turned back, his eyes widening in fear as he saw Gojo holding up a mere palm; a mere palm was all it took to stop him in his tracks. "Where do you think you're going?" The navy-haired man reached towards his belt, but froze in horror as his hand hit nothing but empty air; with no small amount of hesitation, he looked back to his adversary.

Gojo tossed the object to himself mockingly. "Is this what you were looking for?" He tossed it once again, catching it carefully to not hurt himself. "I think I heard of this one; Prometheus' flame, right?" The cursed tool took the form of a torch. "You stole it from the Greeks; did you know they actually came to us to get it back?" The thick black stick was tossed once again, its colour only barely visible thanks to the white-hot plume of flames crowned on its tip. "We declined, of course, but the request still made its way into our books."

"H-How do you know about that? I-That happened over 200 years ago!" Archer's pitiful yells caused Gojo to pause in his fourth flick of the tool.

"What can I say? I'm studious." Gojo waved his hand lazily, forcing the torch's flame to dwindle before disappearing. "Either way, there's no use in me explaining my life story to a dead man." Archer flinched heavily, though the movement was immediately halted by Gojo's manipulation of attractive and repulsive forces. "What were you even planning to do with this anyway? The power to burn away what it touches is interesting indeed, but I don't think it would've been too useful against somebody like me…or even Adam."

"T-That brat has nothing compared to our beautiful tool." Despite his bone-deep fear, Archer seemed more than willing to waste his final breaths insulting his opponent's student.

"Ah, ah, not your beautiful tool. It belongs to the Greek; so I'll be sending it there when I'm done with you." Gojo heard the man's teeth clench but didn't pay any mind. "I think it's about time we finish this, no?" The open palm Gojo tensed slightly.

Archer's eyes widened, their pupils trailing down, as he felt a tug on the middle of his shirt. "No, no, no, please! Please! I beg of you! Don't do this!" The first parts of his shirt were torn, and he let out a cry of pain as he felt his skin twist and turn. Slowly but surely, an orb of vibrant blue energy was eaves into existence before him.

"Blue," Gojo muttered. With a final cry for help, Archer's body collapsed in on itself to the point where it became a wet, crimson-stained ball of flesh; Gojo's hand clenched into a fist, and then even that was crushed to bits. As the white-haired man stalked away, he left a light-coloured puree in his wake.

The torch in his hand flickered to life; burning far brighter than it had before. "A dead man's switch?" The torch's head exploded in a shower of white-hot flames. Without an ounce of hesitation, Gojo chucked the torch far into the air; he felt his own eyes widen in awe as the tool exploded in a shower of light, sending cinders in every direction.

His awe turned to annoyance as he felt his impenetrable shield be burned away.

"That moron," Gabriel grumbled quietly. His eyes flicked up to the virtual fireworks display occurring overhead, a distraction that caused him to be punched in the gut by a furious Adam. Gabriel's hunched position gave him the perfect opportunity to get close to his opponent; with a stamp of his foot, he headbutted Adam in the gut, causing the boy to skid back. The caramel-haired man smiled in satisfaction as he watched his opponent's skin begin to blister below his uniform. "You should really be focusing on ranged combat; unless you can't do that of course." He scoffed mockingly and with a wave of his hand, a fireball was summoned to his palm. "Half baked, as usual." The ball wilted before disappearing into thin air.

Adam rushed back in without a word. 'You can say what you want, but I know you also can't use any ranged attacks.' He shot out a quick punch, frowning momentarily as it was parried. 'Each person's flames are different; the only thing bringing your people together under the family banner is a simple variation on a simple concept. You can create flames, that is something you all can do, but most of you have flames with very specific uses.' He dodged the counterattack with a tilt of his body and reached his hand back; Gabriel grinned at what he thought was an opening, one he quickly filled with a haphazard right hook.

"What the fu–" Gabriel was blasted backwards with 3x the power of Adam's original strike! The brown-haired man's eyes fluttered closed as he was once again sent rolling across the tarmac. Wisps of white-coloured flame dribbled across the ground as he slid, a single stray cinder burning straight through the side of his clothes.

"I was looking for a good time to pull it out; my secret weapon, so to speak." The boy twirled the Spear of Longinus around his back adeptly, lining up the length of the handle with his back on a diagonal. "Your flames, they can't extend off of your body, can they? But in exchange for that, they can reach far higher temperatures than everyone else's." Adam assumed patiently. He felt a smile slip onto his face as Gabriel's tumbling body poured out blood as it rolled across the floor.

Before the man could hit the wall of their battlefield however, he flipped onto his feet and dug one of his hands into the ground; the stone was melted under his grasp as the tip of his fingers dug into the floor, immediately stopping him from falling any further.

The blood that threatened to spill from his now open wound evaporated upon exit, a sign his heat was once again rising. "You're wrong…" Gabriel growled. "You're so, so wrong." His fingers tightened and clenched, moulding a ball of molten hot rock into the palm of his hand.

Droplets of white-hot fire rained over the battlefield, turning everything they touched to ash. What was once a dark, almost pitch-black battlefield, had been turned into a stage for a fight under flames. Adam glanced upwards to meet the torch's eye; the object continued to tumble mid-air unaffected by gravity, nor by his stare. "How long are you going to keep burning?" He murmured questioningly.

As the ground began to smoke and sputter around him, Adam found his attention being brought back to his opponent. When he turned back to look at the man, however, he was met with a large ball of molten tar being hurled at his face. "For as long as I need to!" Answering the question mentioned in his presence, Gabriel's voice trembled in agony.

Adam bent backwards, barely dodging the flaming ball of rock as it sailed over his torso; the distance alone caused his skin to bubble and hiss. When he righted his torso once again, he found his eyes meeting an almost horrifying visage.

His once pale, unblemished skin looked as if it had been cracked apart at the vein. Almost like the planet's tectonic plates, lava flowed and pulsed behind every piece of charred flesh it supported. His clothes were long gone, but any sights that may have been embarrassing to see were well covered with a coat of roaring flames. No longer were his eyes visible, each organ being covered in a thick coat of orange that flowed far above the flaming mane covering his scalp.

With every step, the ground below his feet moulded to his body; molten, sludge-like rock curled in between the man's toes as he stepped forward. Adam watched in horror as one of the plates of skin fell off, burning into ash before it even hit the floor. "You…you're going to kill yourself!"

The demon let out a breathy laugh, its shoulders rising slightly with the action. "Already have, but I'll bounce back. I always do. Because without me there, that whole flock of chickens would be running around aimlessly." The temperature in the area rose to unprecedented degrees, sending gusts of burning air straight into the sky and towards the clouds. Adam's hands snapped to his throat as he felt his knee buckle.

Another laugh echoed from the creature's throat. "Look at you! On the floor like a mangy dog! You know what? After this, I might just head over to your school and kill those classmates of yours!" Flames curled off of the demon's body and rose into the air, curling around the rising gusts of wind like threads of promised death. "They deserve it, don't they!? For merely sitting in a presence such as yours, they must be tainted like you! Even in a form like this, you're still far more of a demon than I am!"

'Fuck!' His eyes fluttered shut; not out of pain, but out of desperation. 'Even breathing hurts, and the oxygen I'm getting isn't enough!' But, with a grunt of exertion, he rose back to his feet. 'But I have to fight anyway. Because if I don't…' He flicked his spear around and shifted into a ready stance. 'Then my friends are…my family is…' With a shake of his head, those thoughts dispersed into smoke. 'No! There's no point in daydreaming about a future that will never come to fruition; I'll stop him here, I must!'

Fushigoro was in the kitchen when his phone began to ring; scream may be the more appropriate word, but he'd just woken up and was too tired to focus on the semantics of things. "Who the hell is calling me right now?" With an open palm, he snatched his phone from his pocket and raised it towards his face. '4:33 am…is it Gojo?' He unlocked his phone expecting to see his lock screen; that photo Gojo had taken of him and Adam after their first solo investigation, only to be met with a black screen with a large orange bar lining the top.

Emergency alert system

National Weather Service has issued a weather warning.

TORNADO ALERT

The black-haired boy's eyes widened in panic as they focused on the map provided on the bottom right-hand side of his screen. 'That's Tokyo!' His feet carried his body before he could think, each foot stamping on the ground in front of the other as he felt his panic rise. "Kugisaki, Itadori, Adam! Tornado alert, get out of your rooms and into the kitchen now!" He did his best to hold a stern tone, but nobody would've been able to hide all of that panic.

Kugisaki burst out of her room with a scowl, her hair messy and pyjamas creased as her head flicked towards Fushigoro. "What the hell are you yelling for!?"

Fushigoro flashed his phone towards the girl. "Tornado alert, grab Itadori and Adam while I find the evacuation plan; Gojo left his copy in the kitchen a few weeks ago, so it should be around there." His words died off as he turned away to stalk back into the kitchen, Kugisaki turning the other way and heading straight towards Itadori's room.

Not three minutes later, Kugisaki burst into the kitchen with a panicked expression, Itadori trailing closely behind her with one of his hands rubbing his eye. Fushigoro looked up from the laminated page he was holding with a frown. "Where's Adam?"

"He's not in his room, and his weapons are gone," Kugisaki answered hurriedly. "Does he usually train at this time? Or go out?" Fushigoro fished his phone back out, this time with the alert gone. He clicked on his contacts and dialled Gojo's number, only to be sent straight to voicemail.

"That only happens when he's out on a mission…" He shoved his phone back into his pocket and walked outside, gesturing for his two classmates to follow him. "Adam is probably with our teacher; with any luck, they're out of the area."

"Out of the area…do you mean–" Itadori took his first few steps outside and was immediately woken up by Kugisaki barreling into him. "What the hell!?"

"It's not my fault, you idiot!" The girl yelled, her voice barely carrying over the loud gusts of wind blasting through the area. Her hand snapped upwards, a single finger pointing towards the horizon. Itadori followed her gaze; and felt his jaw drop.

"What happened to the sun?!" He shouted in surprise. Instead of the glowing orb, they were used to, the star that illuminated their world was replaced with a bright pillar of twirling flames.

"Adam…" Fushigoro murmured. 'You're there, aren't you?' He felt his hand clench into a tight fist, unconsciously crumpling the evacuation plan that lay within. 'You better make it out of this…you better come back...' The boy looked downwards in silent prayer. 'because there's someone I want you to meet.'

Adam glanced to his right as he felt another presence appear. "Gojo sensei…is this what special-grade sorcerers have to deal with?" His teacher, who had just landed down, snorted.

"Worse, most of the time; at least this one isn't hurting any civilians." His blindfold was around his neck, looking noticeably darker than before. Gojo's eyes were focused solely on the burning Gabriel, who was still standing in the same position as before. "His technique evolved after being exposed to Prometheus' flame. The heat he's now exuding is enough to create a vacuum of air due to the sudden temperature rise; all of the air that was on the ground has rapidly risen into the atmosphere. When that pillar of heat began to mix with the colder air in the sky, it created a whirlwind carrying his ignited cursed energy." The man explained calmly. "If he's allowed to move from this location…" The winds shifted in speed, the force behind them flinging nearby shipping containers into the air. "Unprecedented levels of casualties will be reached."

Adam's eyes narrowed in focus. "Do you think I can handle it?" He felt his teacher's eyes trail up and down his body for a few moments. Despite knowing the man's mutated eyes gave him the details of his condition, he still spoke. "I feel like my lungs are burning up; every second my reserves are depleting further and further just so I don't burn to cinders in his presence. So…" He craned his neck towards his teacher. "Do you think I can handle it?"

Gojo's steely gaze widened slightly, the thin line his lips had made parting slightly before they froze. With a wide grin, he slapped his student over the back and pushed him forward; that was all the response the boy needed.

Adam darted towards his enemy with his spear in hand, his body blurring forward so fast he nearly missed his teacher's final words to him. "What kind of teacher would I be if I didn't believe in my students?" Gojo disappeared from the edge of his senses as he arrived in front of Gabriel with his spear poised to strike.

But the heat got the best of him.

'Even if I believe in you though, I still have to do my job.' Gojo floated in front of the flaming tornado with a blank smile. His expression didn't falter for a single moment, even as he felt his student's cursed energy rapidly plummet. 'I won't be able to hide you after this though…so you better be ready for that storm.' Both of the man's palms flicked up, one facing the other. With a twist of his wrist, cursed energy began to coalesce into a small blue orb.

Unlike the usual 'blue' technique, this one was enhanced; filled with more cursed energy than previously, its colour took on an even darker hue. "Cursed technique lapse–" By pouring even more energy into the orb, it grew to a size he could no longer contain within his palms. A swish of his arm sent it to the left, causing it to spin around him as it grew further in size. "Maximum cursed energy output: Blue!"

In time with its name being uttered, the technique split itself from the forced orbit it had taken up around its master and flew into the tornado. The result came instantly; the flames that had been threatening to spread through the sky were instead pulled into the eye of the storm. 'I can stop it from moving, but not much else if I want to guarantee your safety.' Gojo thought determinedly. 'From here on out it's all up to you, my precious student.'

His bones were melting.

Adam screamed in agony as he felt his spear leave his cremated hands and clatter to the floor, his opponent merely laughing at the blunder. "Good, good. Stay like that." Gabriel reached out a hand towards Adam's face, but paused before he made contact; the boy clattered onto his knees. A feral grin threatened to split his face in two as Adam's head tilted forward, his eyes focused solely on the black stumps lying on his lap.

Instead of finishing his disabled opponent off, Gabriel turned away. His feet carried him towards one of the shipping containers barely floating off of the ground, having stopped its rotation after Gojo's 'blue' took effect. "This'll do." With a molten palm, Gabriel wrapped his hand around one of the beams making up the container's structure. Not even a modicum of strength was needed for the transformed Gabriel to hoist the structure over his head. "I'll bury you below this crate; it's something like we were both looking for after all." He turned back to see–

"BLACK FLASH!"

Gabriel flew backwards, his molten body tearing through containers as his aura of heat made contact with their surface. Several dozen crashes echoed through the area as he continued to roll across the ground through more containers and towards the ocean. Adam followed his path with a blank look, his black, stubby arms sticking by his sides as he walked.

"H-How the hell are you standing up!?" Gabriel's voice burned with rage as he flipped onto his feet. "You were on the ground! I won! I beat you! Why are you back!?"

Adam stepped through the last crate, his blank glare the picture definition of uncaring. "Back? I never left." His pace picked up, transitioning from a walk to a sprint in a matter of seconds. "As for why I'm standing up, it's because I need to!"

Gabriel roared in fury as he shot towards his opponent; stub met fist in the middle of the battlefield. Adam groaned in pain as his fist was sent back to his shoulder, an act that allowed Gabriel to follow through with a punch to his gut. The white-haired boy coughed up a puddle of blood, but grit his teeth before he could scream once again. "Just die! Die! Die, you little ant!"

"Fuck no!" Adam slammed his black stub of an arm into his opponent's molten jaw, sending the man skidding backwards. "I have a job to do, and people to protect!" He ran forward, and threw another punch; black sparks rebounded off of the ground as impact was made. "That's why…I won't fall here!"

"You…stop it!" Gabriel recovered from the blow quickly, his flaming head flying into Adam's own. "Protect? Job? You deserve none of those things! You were a mistake! A fraud! You deserve none of the things you have!"

Adam ignored the way the skin on his face burned to cinders as he shot his right arm forward once again. Black sparks shot across the area as his attack landed, causing him to wince in pain as a stray cinder impacted his charcoal-coloured forehead. "Maybe so, but I'll still work every day to try and change that fact!" Gabriel screamed in fury as he spun around and kicked Adam in the gut, his foot flying straight through the boy's battered body and sending him flying into an untouched shipping container; smoke billowed out from the hole his body made.

"Finally…" Gabriel waited for several moments, his fists clenching and releasing as he felt his life force slip away from him. "So this is what happens when you overcharge your technique without the reinforcements…" He looked down at his hands, each digit curling in on itself as he clenched them into a final, strong fist. "If only that bastard didn't go and get himself killed, he could have written a record about it or something. Whatever, now I can go and kill that white-haired one before heading towards the school in the mountains." He turned away and began to walk towards the city. Every one of his nerves felt like it was exploding, but his rage overshadowed it by 10 magnitudes and allowed him to continue walking forward.

"You won't leave here."

The flames disappeared.

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