Chapter 38: The Weight of Satoru Gojo CONT'D
[The battlefield remains—a ruined cityscape now split apart by Gojo’s devastating Hollow Purple. But the Architect still stands, untouched.]
The air is tense. Gojo, for the first time in a while, actually analyzes an opponent.
GOJO (smirking, wiping dust off his sleeve)
“Alright. You’ve got my full attention now.”
THE ARCHITECT (calmly)
“That’s dangerous, isn’t it?”
GOJO (grinning)
“For you? Maybe.”
Without hesitation, Gojo vanishes. His Limitless-powered speed bends space, placing him directly behind the Architect—a palm reaching for his neck.
GOJO
“Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.”
A gravitational force crushes inward, warping the space around the Architect, attempting to pull him in. Everything nearby is dragged violently toward the singularity.
Yet, the Architect remains still. Unmoved.
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THE ARCHITECT (soft chuckle)
“I see what you’re trying to do. But tell me—”
Suddenly, Gojo’s own technique begins distorting. The gravitational pull twists unnaturally, reversing on itself.
GOJO (eyes narrowing)
“…What?”
THE ARCHITECT
“Did you calculate the feedback loops in your technique? Or the micro-redundancies in your spatial layering?”
Gojo steps back. He was expecting raw resistance. Not this.
The Architect slowly raises a hand, and **blueprints of Gojo’s own technique unfold midair—**perfectly diagrammed equations, cycling in real-time.
GOJO (grinning despite himself)
“…You’re adjusting my technique while I use it?”
The Architect nods.
THE ARCHITECT
“Rewriting. Restructuring. Rebalancing.”
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[Gojo doesn’t hesitate.]
He removes his blindfold.
GOJO
“Enough games.”
His Six Eyes glow, scanning everything. Every energy fluctuation, every variable in play.
He sees it.
GOJO (smirking)
“…You’re cheating.”
THE ARCHITECT
“Am I?”
The Architect flicks his fingers, and suddenly—Gojo’s perception stutters.
Just for half a second.
But that half-second is everything.
Gojo grits his teeth. His mind moves at light speed, but—
GOJO
“…He saw my thoughts before I even had them?”
The Architect steps forward.
THE ARCHITECT
“This is what happens when your opponent isn’t reacting to you…”
He places a single finger forward, barely grazing Gojo’s forehead.
“…but is already ahead of you.”
A shockwave explodes outward—and suddenly, Gojo is flung backward. His body phases through multiple layers of space, as if he was being ripped out of his own reality.
For the first time in years, Gojo’s footing is broken.
GOJO (softly, eyes widening)
“…What was that?”
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[But Gojo laughs.]
Despite everything, he laughs.
He wipes blood from his lip, standing up, grinning like a lunatic.
GOJO
“Oh, man. You really are something else.”
He cracks his knuckles.
GOJO
“Okay, genius. Let’s see if your brain can keep up with a domain expansion.”
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[FADE TO BLACK.]
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