The alien invasion that had torn through the city—a relentless flood of Aliens pouring from interdimensional portals—was stopped cold.
Not by a squad of caped heroes, not by the Guardians of the Globe or any famous name, but by one guy: Gojo Satoru.
He stood alone in the wrecked street, dressed in casual civilian clothes—a loose white shirt, dark pants, black sunglasses perched on his nose—grinning like he'd just won a prize.
His smirk stretched wide, almost theatrical, as if he were posing for an imaginary camera, hands in his pockets, exuding victory without a drop of sweat on him. The portals were gone, the Aliens wiped out, and the chaos silenced—all in under ten seconds.
Up on the rooftop where they'd retreated, the Teen Team stared down, still reeling. Atom Eve lowered her pink energy shield, letting it fade as she set Rex, Dupli-Kate, and Robot gently onto the cracked concrete. Their faces were a mix of shock and disbelief—jaws slack, eyes wide, breaths uneven.
"What… just… how?" Rex stammered, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "How the hell did he do that? Ten seconds—ten seconds—and it's over?" Dupli-Kate nodded, her voice shaky.
"I mean, we were drowning out there, and he just… ends it? How does that even work?" Eve crossed her arms, frowning deeply.
"I don't get it. One second they're everywhere, the next—nothing. How?" Robot tilted his head, his glowing eyes flickering as he processed, silent for once, just as lost as the rest.
They couldn't see what Gojo had done—not really.
They didn't have the eyes for Cursed Energy or Cursed Techniques, so to them, it was a baffling blur of impossible feats.
The middle portal?
It looked like pure erasure—Aliens, mechs, even the road itself just blinked out of existence, vanishing without a trace.
No blood splattered, no metal clanged to the ground; it was as if someone had hit delete on reality itself.
They'd seen aliens charging one moment, then—poof—gone, leaving a clean, empty stretch where the portal once stood.
Logical guess? Some kind of disintegration, but there was no heat, no ash, no sign of a weapon—just nothing.
The left portal was weirder. To them, it was like an invisible force yanked the Aliens and their machines toward a single point.
Bodies jerked mid-step, pulled together like magnets, smashing into a gruesome pile.
Mechs crumpled inward, metal screeching as it mashed with green flesh, and the whole mess shrank—condensed tighter and tighter until it was a bloody, fridge-sized cube plopping onto the pavement.
They couldn't see Blue's glow, so it felt like gravity gone rogue—a sudden, brutal tug that crushed everything into a neat little package.
How? Maybe a magnetic field, a vacuum, something scientific—but it happened too fast, too perfectly, with no tech in sight.
The right portal was the opposite. Aliens scrambling to retreat got hit by something that shoved them back—hard.
Their bodies didn't just stumble; they tore apart, skin ripping, limbs flying, green blood spraying as they were blasted into their own portal.
Mechs twisted and burst, flung away like toys in a hurricane. To the team, it looked like a wall of force—no explosion, no fire, just raw push that shredded anything in its path.
Red's repulsion was invisible to them, so they scrambled for explanations: a shockwave?
A telekinetic blast?
But there was no sound, no wind they could feel—just instant devastation. How could one guy, with no gear, pull that off?
They climbed down from the building, Eve floating them to the street where Gojo stood, the air still settling around him.
He adjusted his sunglasses, sliding them up from the bridge of his nose to his eyes, then turned to face the approaching team with that same cocky smirk.
Rex stormed forward first, hands on his hips. "Okay, shades, spill it—how'd you do that? What the hell was that?"
Eve stepped up beside him, her voice softer but firm. "Yeah, Gojo, seriously—what did you do? One second it's chaos, the next it's… over."
Dupli-Kate joined in, crossing her arms. "I've seen weird, but that? That's insane—how do you just wipe them out like that?"
Robot rolled up last, his tone calm but curious. "I detected no energy signals—no heat, no radiation, nothing measurable. Can you explain that."
Gojo chuckled, tilting his head as he looked at them, their baffled faces feeding his grin.
Gojo stood there, the wrecked street stretching out around him, as the Teen Team bombarded him with questions.
Their baffled faces—Rex's scowl, Eve's frown, Dupli-Kate's wide eyes, Robot's steady stare—only made his grin widen.
He chuckled, tilting his head as he soaked in their confusion, then held up a hand to pause them.
"Alright, alright," he said, voice light and teasing. "You want me to explain this here, out in the open, or back at your base? I mean, I could spill it all now, but…" He shrugged, smirking.
"Base might be cozier, y'know?" He'd already decided it was better to just lay it out for them—maybe not every detail, but enough to stop the flood of questions.
Playing the mysterious shadow magician was fun—okay, maybe a little more than fun—but it was getting old fast.
And honestly, it wasn't like explaining would change anything. Even if he told them everything, they couldn't touch him—literally.
Back in the JJK world, everyone knew Gojo Satoru was a walking freak show, an abomination in the best way.
His birth alone tipped the scales—cursed spirits got stronger just to balance him out, a living legend the jujutsu world couldn't ignore.
The big clans—Zen'in, Kamo—knew his techniques inside out: Infinity, Red, Blue, Purple, the whole bag of tricks. And what did they do about it? Nothing.
Zilch. They couldn't.
Even the crusty old geezers at Jujutsu High, with all their rules and power, sat on their hands. A thousand-year-old schemer like Kenjaku?
He'd tried—sure, he'd sealed Gojo in the Prison Realm—but that was a cheap trick, a last resort.
Killing him? No one had a clue how to pull that off. Gojo was untouchable, a force of nature they could only gawk at.
There was even a fun theory floating around—half-joking, half-serious—that flipped the perspective. To humans and sorcerers, Gojo looked simple enough: cocky guy, white hair, sunglasses, big grin.
But to cursed spirits?
He was a nightmare—a demon lord straight out of hell, a walking horror story. Like how humans picture demons as scary monsters, but to demons, their own lords just look normal, maybe even boring.
Gojo, with his casual smirk and lazy stance, might've been that kind of terror to the things that feared him most.
It made sense in a twisted, funny way—his power wasn't just strength; it was presence, something that warped the world around him.
Here, though? The Teen Team wouldn't get the full picture—couldn't, really. Cursed Energy, techniques, the whole jujutsu gig—it'd fly over their heads.
But he could give them enough to shut them up, maybe even spark an idea or two. If they got a rough sense of how he worked, they might try harder, fight smarter, cut down on the chaos they left behind.
Before Rex could bark out an answer—or Eve could prod him again—Robot cut in, his voice steady as ever. "Base would be preferable," he said, turning to Gojo, then the team.
"Cecil is present there now and has ordered us to return immediately." His glowing eyes flicked between them, no room for debate.
Rex groaned, kicking a pebble across the rubble. "Great, back to the boss man—fine, whatever." Eve sighed, brushing dust off her arms.
"If Cecil's there, guess we're going." Dupli-Kate nodded, still catching her breath.
"Yeah, base it is—let's just… figure this out somewhere safe." Gojo smirked wider, slipping his sunglasses back up his nose.
"Base it is, then," he said, voice dripping with mock cheer.
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A/N: So, there wasn't much in this chapter. Next chapter robot get a promoted to a leader of the guardians of the globe… and then gojo will be free as a main suspect but will still be under suspicion from Cecil… and guys drop done comment and REVIEWS.
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