A player in Jujutsu Kaisen

The clash of the stronguest sorcerer {126}

'Let him waste his energy,' he thought. 'The real battle starts when he's exhausted.'

Kenzo focused on his 'own' cursed energy, channeling it through his body.

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The air crackled with a raw energy that defied description as Gojo's blindingly white Infinity domain collided against Sukuna's oppressive Malevolent Shrine. The two domains, diametrically opposed forces, battled for supremacy, their clash rippling across the battlefield like a relentless earthquake. At the heart of this maelstrom stood Gojo and Sukuna – not as mere combatants, but as strategic geniuses locked in a battle of wills.

Gojo's signature white hair whipped around him like a halo as he effortlessly deflected a swipe of Sukuna's claws. His blue eyes, usually playful, held a glint of steely resolve. Sukuna, the King of Curses, met Gojo's gaze with his own crimson eyes, burning with a calculating intensity. Both sorcerers knew this wasn't a brawl, but a chess match played at lightning speed, a war of attrition fought with devastating cursed energy.

Sukuna moved with measured aggression, each blow a calculated test of Gojo's defenses. His immense cursed energy crackled around him, a potent weapon seeking an opening in Gojo's seemingly impenetrable Infinity. Gojo, the sorcerer supreme, flowed around Sukuna's attacks like water around a rock, his every movement a testament to his unmatched speed and control. The two strongest Jujutsu sorcerers alive were locked in a deadly dance, pushing each other to their limits.

Gojo's movements blurred, a whirlwind of white and black. He unleashed a flurry of blindingly fast punches and kicks, each aimed at Sukuna's pressure points with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel. Sukuna, no mindless brute, countered with the agility of a predator honed by millennia of battle. He twisted and contorted his body, using his own cursed energy to enhance his movements, dodging most of Gojo's attacks with practiced ease.

A smile played on Gojo's lips, not a playful one this time, but the smile of a predator recognizing a worthy adversary. This wasn't a fight he could win with mere showmanship. Sukuna was a strategic genius, his intellect as formidable as his cursed energy.

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A feral grin split Sukuna's face as Gojo's once-impenetrable domain shattered. His sure-hit slashes, previously nullified, materialized with a deafening crackle of cursed energy. A thousand crimson lines erupted across Gojo's body, threatening to tear him asunder. But the sorcerer supreme, ever the anomaly, remained standing. His nigh-unbelievable Reverse Cursed Technique kicked in, healing the wounds even as they were inflicted.

However, the reprieve was temporary. As Sukuna lunged in for the final blow, a figure emerged from Gojo's distorted shadow. Not Gojo himself, but a shadow soldier, materialized just in time to intercept Sukuna's attack.

The newcomer, revealed to be Kashimo, let out a feral roar, his eyes glinting with bloodthirsty excitement. His cursed technique, Mythical Beast: Amber, crackled to life around him, transforming his arm into a monstrous, clawed limb. The grin on Sukuna's face faltered for a second, replaced by a flicker of annoyance. He hadn't expected this turn of events.

The clash of titans was immediate and brutal. Kashimo, fueled by his love for battle, swung his monstrous claw with reckless abandon, forcing Sukuna back a step. The King of Curses, though surprised by the sudden intervention, quickly adapted. A playful smirk returned to his lips as he countered with a flurry of devastating blows.

Gojo, using the distraction, disengaged and escaped the domain's range. With a sigh of relief, he focused his cursed energy, mending the wounds inflicted by Sukuna's onslaught. Inside his mind, a flicker of frustration momentarily replaced his usual confidence.

Back in the heart of the battle, Sukuna scoffed. "Damn brat," he muttered, a fleeting image of Kenzo flashing through his mind. He knew the shadow soldier wouldn't last long, but it was enough to buy Gojo valuable time. The King of Curses, however, wasn't about to let his prey slip away so easily. His crimson eyes narrowed, focusing on the unexpected challenger before him. This fight had just gotten a little more interesting.

A/N I apologize for the chapter coming late but school work for some reason have been doubling,meaning i get less time to write,chapter will come later now but not any later than around 5pm,anyway have a nice day.

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A/N. As The Genshin story winning here is a small snippet of the very rough draft I have...keep in mind it won't publish looking like this, got to make improve the grammar with Grammarly and AI.

Suddenly as he was walking around his eyes saw something, what seemed to be negative energy....how could he see that?

As he followed the trace of the negative energy, his eyes eventually landed on what seemed to be a bare-chested and bare-footed creature that seemed to possess a large mane covering most of its head. It appears to have two elongated ears sticking out of his mane.

The only clothing he wore was a loincloth, while while arms and legs were loosely wrapped in bandages.

This one seemed to be holding what seemed to be a wooden stick but what most confused the child was the fact that this creature seemed to possess a decently huge amount of that negative energy.

He called it negative energy because of how it felt, it didn't feel good.