The chunk of road and the crumpled car hung in the air in front of me, stopped cold by Infinity. The mutated villain snarled, tentacles twitching, but I barely paid attention.
My mind was already racing—how should I take this guy down? I had options. Infinite Void? Nah, too much—trapping him in my Domain would fry his brain, but it'd be overkill for a slimeball like this. Purple? Pfft, no way, that'd rip half the city apart, and I'm not trying to be that guy. Red? Hmm, yeah, that's got punch—repulsive force, straight up, no mess. Blue could work too, pull him around, but Red feels more fun. Gotta keep it stylish, right? Gojo Satoru doesn't do boring.
I settled on Red. It'd blast him away without turning the street into a crater. I cracked my knuckles, grinning at the mutant.
"Hey, tentacle-face, you're a real disappointment, you know that? Throwing cars like some B-movie reject? I've seen scarier tantrums from toddlers. And what's with the slime? You smell like a dumpster took a bath in sewage."
The villain roared, furious, but before it could swing, I teleported—poof—right behind it. "Catch ya later!"
I said, then unleashed Red from my hands, aiming the blast up toward the sky, away from the buildings.
(Image of Gojo using red)
The red glow hit the mutant square in the back, a massive repulsive force slamming into it like a rocket. It screamed, a horrible mix of pain and rage, as the energy shoved it upward.
Red's all about pushing—pure, raw force that repels anything in its path. This one was so strong it sent the villain rocketing through the air, tentacles flailing helplessly.
In seconds, it was above the clouds, a tiny green dot against the blue, still howling until the sound faded.
Then it started falling back down, limp and silent. It was out cold—probably from the sheer shock of Red hitting it.
That kind of force doesn't just hurt; it scrambles you, overloads your senses with pressure and speed.
The villain's body couldn't handle it—pain or exhaustion, take your pick, but it was lights out either way. I watched it plummet, smirking.
"Not so tough now, huh?"
As it got closer to the ground, I didn't want it smashing the road and making more mess. So I switched to Blue.
(Image of Gojo Using blue)
Pointing my hand, I let the blue glow flare out. Blue's the opposite of Red—it pulls instead of pushes, like a magnet drawing stuff in. I focused it on the mutant, slowing its fall, and then got creative.
I yanked chunks of broken concrete and metal from the street with Blue's pull, sticking them to its arms, legs, and torso—everything but its head.
The rocks latched on tight, pinning its limbs in place mid-air, like a cocoon of rubble. Then I let it drop the last few feet, landing with a soft thud, head lolling to the side, totally knocked out.
I dusted off my hands and turned to the Teen Team, who were staring at me like I'd grown a second head.
"Seriously, that's it?" I whined, crossing my arms. "This guy was so weak, I barely broke a sweat.
What a letdown—thought I'd get a real fight out of him. Guess you guys softened him up too much. Thanks for nothing."
They just gaped. Robot's head tilted, his voice buzzing. "Analysis incomplete… how did you—? That was a single maneuver. And what did you even do?" Dupli-Kate, catching her breath, blinked.
(Image of Robot here)
(Image of Dupli-Kate here)
"One move? I've been throwing clones at it for ten minutes, and you just… zap, done?" Eve, still kneeling by Rex, looked up, her pink glow fading.
"Who are you? That was insane—like, what even was that?"
Rex coughed, wiping blood from his mouth, and forced a grin despite the pain. "Oh, great, another show-off. What's your deal, white-hair? You think you're hot stuff 'cause you tossed that slimebag? I could've done that… y'know, if I wasn't busy bleeding." He winced, clutching his side, but his tone was pure Rex—grumpy and sarcastic, even half-dead.
(Image of Rex splode here)
The team kept staring, jaws dropped, trying to wrap their heads around how I'd ended the fight in seconds. I just shrugged, enjoying the moment.
'Not a bad intro, if I do say so myself.'
With the mutated villain out cold, pinned under rocks and snoring like a busted engine, I strolled over to the Teen Team.
They were still catching their breath, looking at me like I'd just dropped from the moon. I headed straight for Rex and Eve—Rex slumped against the wall, blood on his chin, and Eve crouched next to him, hands glowing faintly as she checked him over.
(Image of Atom Eve here)
I stopped a few feet away, hands in my pockets, and grinned.
"Relax, guys," I said, waving a hand. "I'm not the bad guy here—promise I'm on your side. Just couldn't let that slime-freak squash you, especially not this loudmouth." I nodded at Rex, smirking.
(Image of Gojo in Casual Clothes(pant and shirt) here)
"Seriously, dude, you're supposed to explode stuff, not get exploded. What's the point of all that attitude if you're just gonna bleed all over the place?"
Rex glared up at me, wincing as he shifted. "Oh, real funny, white-hair. What's your deal, huh? Swoop in like some wannabe hero and think you're the king? I'd roast you back if I wasn't busy keeping my guts in." He coughed, spitting a little blood, but his grin was sharp despite the pain.
I laughed, tilting my head. "Ouch, tough guy's got jokes! Too bad that weakling villain already roasted you—look at you, bleeding like a stuck pig with a couple of cracked bones. Bet you'd lose to a puppy next time." I gave him my best smug Gojo smirk, letting it sink in.
Rex growled, but Eve put a hand on his shoulder, keeping him still. I stepped closer, my Six Eyes humming as I scanned them. Rex was a mess—bruised ribs, a busted arm, and some internal stuff that'd hurt for days.
Eve was scratched up but fine, just tired. The others were okay too, mostly worn out. I crossed my arms, looking down at Rex with a fake pout.
"Yikes, man, you're a walking disaster. Cracked ribs, arm's toast, and I bet you're seeing stars under all that bravado. Eve's holding up better than you, and she's been babysitting your sorry butt. How're you even still talking with that mess inside?"
Rex rolled his eyes, grimacing as he tried to sit up straighter. Eve shot me a look, but I kept going, grinning wider.
"So, tough guy, need a hand? I could teleport you to a hospital or something—wouldn't want you crying too loud and embarrassing your girlfriend here." I winked at Eve, just to mess with him.
Rex snorted, then winced hard, clutching his side. "Yeah, right, hotshot. I don't need your pity ride—I'll crawl outta here before I let some smug weirdo carry me. Save your fancy tricks for someone who cares." His voice was rough, sarcastic as ever, but the pain made it crack a little.
He glared at me, defiant even while half-broken. Eve sighed, shaking her head, but I just chuckled.
'This guy's stubborn as hell—perfect.'
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A/N: hey guys we completed 10 chapters. So i think a review is in order, so if you like the fanfic be sure to leave a review. ✌️
Question: Should I let the people see his techniques, or just let them think he's some crazy strong telekinetic like Tatsumaki? They aren't sorcerer or like they dont use Cursed Energy, so they wouldn't be able to see Cursed Techniques anyway.
-let them see it.( comment here)
-no(comment here)