Threads of infinity Awakening the Current (24 i think?)

The sun was bright in the sky, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Yuji Itadori stood on the edge of the clearing, his body tense with both excitement and uncertainty. His mind was still reeling from the day he swallowed Sukuna's finger and became part of a world he didn't quite understand. Now, here he was, about to learn how to harness cursed energy from none other than the infamous Satoru Gojo.

Gojo stood across from him, leaning lazily against a tree, his blindfold in place and a casual grin on his face. "Alright, Yuji, listen up. I'm going to teach you the basics of cursed energy. It's not as simple as just punching harder or being stronger, so you'll need to pay close attention."

Yuji's eyes narrowed. He had no idea what was coming, but Gojo's confident air made him think that whatever it was, it wouldn't be easy.

"Cursed energy is, in essence, a manifestation of negative emotions," Gojo began, his tone a mix of casual and serious. "Everyone has it, whether they know it or not. It's generated by your negative feelings—fear, anger, frustration, that sort of thing. What makes us sorcerers different from regular people is our ability to manipulate it. But, before you can use it, you need to learn how to control it."

Yuji nodded, his body instinctively mirroring Gojo's relaxed stance, but his mind was still trying to piece everything together. Negative emotions? It didn't sound like something that could be so easily harnessed.

"Alright, try this," Gojo said suddenly, snapping his fingers to catch Yuji's attention. "Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Think about the feelings you carry with you. Fear, rage—anything negative. Feel the cursed energy building up inside you."

Yuji shut his eyes and took a deep breath, doing as Gojo instructed. At first, it was difficult to focus. His thoughts were scattered, not only because of the sudden change in his life but also from the lingering weight of Sukuna's presence inside him. But eventually, he began to feel a strange sensation stirring in his chest. It wasn't pleasant—it was like a low hum of energy that flickered to life whenever he thought about the things that scared or angered him.

"Good," Gojo said, his voice almost a whisper, as though Yuji was on the edge of something important. "Now, let that energy flow outward. Push it into your hands."

Yuji's hands tingled as the cursed energy began to move, flowing from his chest into his arms. It felt like holding static electricity, but more alive, more charged. He gritted his teeth and concentrated harder, trying to keep it from slipping away. It was like trying to catch smoke with his bare hands.

"Don't force it," Gojo called out, sensing Yuji's tension. "You're not squeezing it out like toothpaste. Cursed energy doesn't work that way. Let it leak out. Imagine it like water flowing from a faucet."

Yuji's eyes fluttered open at the suggestion. He focused again, imagining the cursed energy as liquid—something natural, something that could flow freely. The pressure in his hands built, and for the first time, he could feel it. The cursed energy gathered, swirling in his palms, until it felt as if he was holding a small storm.

"Now, release it."

Gojo's voice was commanding but steady, and Yuji obeyed instinctively. He thrust his hands forward, and in an instant, a burst of cursed energy shot out, crashing into a tree on the far edge of the clearing. The tree splintered under the force of the explosion, the bark splitting apart as if it had been struck by a powerful force.

Yuji staggered back slightly, his chest heaving from the exertion. He blinked, stunned. "Did I… Did I do that?"

Gojo grinned, his white teeth flashing behind his blindfold. "You sure did. But don't get cocky. That was just a basic release. You're still far from being able to control your cursed energy in a real fight."

Yuji's heart raced. He'd just broken a tree with nothing but the energy inside him. But Gojo wasn't done yet.

"Now, we're going to work on controlling the output," Gojo continued, walking over to Yuji and placing a hand on his shoulder. "You want to be able to direct cursed energy in a way that's useful in a fight, not just explode it everywhere. That means precision and timing."

Yuji nodded, ready to dive deeper. "Got it. Control. Precision."

Gojo smiled, his grin turning a little more mischievous. "It's not all about raw power, kid. The more you learn to control your cursed energy, the more creative you can get. That's where the real strength lies."

Yuji clenched his fists, determination setting in. "Then let's do it. Teach me everything you can."

Gojo gave him an amused glance. "Now we're talking. But remember—perfection takes time. If you want to survive in this world, you've got to be ready to adapt."

Yuji smirked. "I'm ready for whatever comes next, Sensei."

Gojo chuckled, giving Yuji an approving nod. "We'll see about that. Time to get serious."

The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows over the expansive training field. Yuji Itadori stood in front of Gojo, his stance low and his fists clenched. His body was sore from the day's training, but there was a fire in his eyes—he was eager to learn, to grow stronger.

"Alright, Yuji," Gojo said, his voice light but with a serious undertone. "You've got the basics of cursed energy under control. Now it's time to take things up a notch. I'm going to teach you something called the Divergent Fist."

Yuji raised an eyebrow. "Divergent Fist? Sounds like something explosive."

Gojo grinned. "You're not wrong. Divergent Fist is a technique that allows you to apply cursed energy to your punches in two distinct ways—one that hits the target instantly, and another that creates an explosive follow-through. The key is to make sure both energies diverge—hence the name. It's like layering two attacks on top of each other, and if you do it right, the second one catches the target off guard."

Yuji nodded, taking in Gojo's words. He clenched his fists, feeling the cursed energy flow inside him, the familiar hum of power just beneath his skin.

"To start," Gojo continued, "focus on your fist and concentrate the cursed energy into two layers. The first layer should be immediate and focused—this is your base attack. The second layer should be delayed slightly, enough to create a reaction after the first punch lands. It should feel like a shockwave hitting right after the initial hit."

Yuji took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. He had practiced control over his cursed energy before, but this was different—this was about timing, precision, and layering attacks. He imagined his cursed energy moving through his body, his arm, and into his fist. He focused on creating two distinct movements.

Gojo stood back, watching with a look of interest. "Whenever you're ready, Yuji. Show me what you've got."

Yuji raised his fist, his muscles tensing as he pushed the cursed energy through his arm. He imagined the two layers, feeling the cursed energy flow differently through each. The first layer felt focused, like a sharp jab. The second layer, however, felt heavier, like a delayed punch that would follow right after.

With a grunt, Yuji swung his fist forward, aiming at a tree in the distance.

Crack!

The initial punch landed with a loud impact, the cursed energy flowing through it and crashing into the tree with a force that splintered the bark. But immediately after, the follow-up explosion of cursed energy erupted, sending the tree flying back, its trunk snapping in two as if struck by a second, invisible force.

Yuji staggered back, breathing heavily from the effort. His heart raced as he processed what had just happened. "Did I... did I do it?"

Gojo tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Not bad for your first try. But you're still a bit rough around the edges. You have the right idea, but you need more precision. Right now, it's a bit sloppy. The second layer of energy should be more controlled and flow directly after the first one, not causing the initial punch to explode in the way it did."

Yuji clenched his fists, determination in his eyes. "Got it. I'll try again."

Gojo waved his hand. "No need to get frustrated. Divergent Fist takes time to master. Let's focus on perfecting the timing and control first. When you're able to make the second layer of energy invisible to the naked eye, that's when you'll know you've got it right."

Yuji nodded and took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders. "Okay. One more time."

This time, Yuji focused harder on the precision of the cursed energy. He pushed the first layer of energy outward, but instead of letting it explode immediately, he concentrated on holding it just a fraction of a second longer. He then allowed the second wave of cursed energy to pulse outward, flowing smoothly as if the punch had two distinct phases.

He swung his fist forward again, and this time, the explosion of cursed energy was less noticeable to the eye, but the tree still snapped in half, the force of the follow-up punch felt more like a shockwave than a blunt force impact.

Yuji exhaled slowly, wiping sweat from his forehead. "How was that?"

Gojo raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Better. You're starting to get the hang of it, Yuji. You're not there yet, but you're on the right track. Keep refining that control. And remember, in a fight, the key is to trick your opponent into thinking they've blocked your punch, only for them to get hit with the second layer."

Yuji grinned, his exhaustion forgotten for a moment. "I'm getting it! Thanks, Gojo!"

Gojo smiled behind his blindfold, a look of pride in his eyes. "That's the spirit. Keep training, Yuji. One step at a time."

Yuji stood at the center of the open field, sweat trickling down his face as he took in deep, controlled breaths. The air around him felt heavier now, the weight of his effort pressing on him. He flexed his fingers, feeling the flow of cursed energy pulse through his body. Gojo was watching from a distance, arms folded across his chest, a slight smile hidden behind his blindfold.

"Alright, Yuji," Gojo called out, his tone light but sharp. "Time to crank it up a little. You're getting the hang of Divergent Fist, but can you do it under pressure?"

Yuji's eyes sharpened with focus, his tiredness replaced by renewed determination. He nodded, stepping into a fighting stance, ready to push his limits.

"I'm ready!" Yuji shouted, his voice filled with confidence.

Gojo snapped his fingers. "Good. Show me if you can land it while moving. If you're going to fight, you need to make Divergent Fist flow with your natural movements, not as something you force out. It should become instinctive."

Yuji grit his teeth, moving forward in a burst of speed. He launched himself at a nearby target—an abandoned wooden post that stood like a stationary opponent. His legs carried him forward like a blur, cursed energy already building up around his fist. But he had learned one important thing: timing was everything.

With a deep breath, Yuji focused on his punch, summoning the cursed energy for the initial strike. As his fist shot forward, he remembered Gojo's words—two layers, one after the other. His first punch connected with the post, splintering the wood with a sharp crack. But just as the post began to react to the force, Yuji pushed the second layer of cursed energy forward, causing the post to explode into pieces in a sharp, violent eruption.

Yuji stumbled back from the force, breathing heavily as the debris settled. His eyes widened slightly, impressed by the results. "Whoa, I actually did it... right?"

Gojo clapped slowly, walking toward him. "Not bad, Yuji. You actually made it look smooth. You're starting to get the hang of using the technique while in motion. But..."

Yuji's eyes flicked up to Gojo, unsure of what was coming next.

"...But you're still rushing it. Your second layer is a little too forceful. It's more of a brute force explosion than a precise follow-up. You need to calm it down just a bit, smooth it out. The power should be there, but it needs to hit the target in such a way that they don't even see it coming."

Yuji frowned but nodded, taking in Gojo's advice. "I see... you mean I should control the energy more, right?"

"Exactly," Gojo said, giving a rare, genuine smile. "You've got the basics down, now it's about making it refined. Imagine you're layering two punches—one lands with pure force, and before they can react, the second one hits them in a way they weren't prepared for. Precision is key."

Yuji clenched his fists, his mind racing with Gojo's explanation. He took a step back, refocusing on the technique. He could feel the cursed energy inside him, buzzing like a current waiting to be unleashed. The problem wasn't the energy; it was controlling it in the right way.

Yuji visualized the attack, trying to calm the rush of power. The first layer was easy—he'd been using that instinctively. But the second layer... that was where the challenge lay. He needed to make it subtle, not a delayed explosion but a follow-up shockwave that would catch the opponent off guard.

He adjusted his stance, narrowing his eyes in focus. With a deep breath, he lunged forward again. His fist moved with lightning speed, the initial layer of cursed energy slamming into the target with pinpoint accuracy. But this time, he held back slightly, controlling the flow of energy just before the second layer erupted in a precise shockwave.

Crack!

The target, a large wooden crate this time, shattered in an even more controlled explosion. The second layer pushed forward seamlessly, breaking apart the wood without the violent eruption from before. Yuji exhaled, a grin stretching across his face.

"How's that?" Yuji asked, turning to Gojo, his heart racing from the thrill of progress.

Gojo adjusted his blindfold, his grin widening behind it. "There you go. That's more like it. You've got the timing down now. You're controlling the cursed energy, not just forcing it out. Now, you need to make it feel... natural. Let it flow in your movements like an extension of your body. That's when you'll really start seeing the difference."

Yuji's smile grew, his excitement palpable. "I think I'm finally starting to get it!"

Gojo nodded approvingly. "You've got potential, Yuji. Just keep working at it. You're still rough around the edges, but soon enough, Divergent Fist will be second nature to you."

Yuji, still energized from the success, gave a determined nod. "I won't stop until I get it perfect."