"Take this book—I wrote everything you'll need to learn and how to do it. And take this game too," Naoya said, handing both items to his daughter, Makima.
"It's got the knowledge you were asking about. Everything about the jujutsu world. that If you can even use a computer in the first place."
Makima stared at the book in her small hands. Then at the game case Naoya handed her.
"…You wrote all this for me?" she asked, voice quiet.
Naoya clicked his tongue and looked away. "Don't get weird about it. I just didn't want you wasting time asking stupid questions later."
She flipped through a few pages. Detailed notes. Cursed energy diagrams. Combat theory. Handwritten, a little messy—but thorough.
"This is actually… really useful," she muttered.
"Tch. Of course it is. I made it."
Makima looked up at him with those sharp little eyes. "You're still an idiot."
"And you're still four."
"I'll be ten by next weeks."
Naoya rolled his eyes. "You better not turn into some overly serious, cryptic little shit. If you stop being funny, I'm disowning you."
Makima smirked faintly. "Too late. I was born unfunny. Like you."
There was a pause, and then—surprisingly—Naoya snorted. A short, rough sound, almost a laugh.
"…You're a freak, you know that?" he said, ruffling her hair with a little too much force.
Makima didn't flinch. She just kept flipping through the book.
"I'll read all of this," she said. "I promise."
"…Good. Don't disappoint me."
"I won't."
And for a brief second—just a second—something like warmth flickered between them.
Makima blinked slowly.
"…This sucks," she thought, eyes lingering on her father.
"My emotions are off the chart since I became a human. They're affecting my reactions. Disrupting my judgment. I need to remove them as soon as possible."
But for now, she didn't move.
For now, she just sat there with the book in her lap, letting Naoya exist in her periphery.
Just for now.
…
After finishing Chapter Six, the room grew quiet—an almost heavy silence settling over them as each digested the wild chaos and startling revelations they'd just witnessed on screen.
Without any fanfare or announcement, Chapter Seven loaded up.
Megumi leaned forward "Here we go…"
The screen showed rain drumming relentlessly against the fogged-up windows of a modern car heading toward a meeting with Principal Yaga. Gojo Satoru suddenly stepped out, there was a casual ease in his stride, but the tension in the air hinted that something was about to break.
Suddenly, from above, the ground trembled. A small volcano-headed figure emerged, descending like a blazing meteor—Jogo. Steam hissed off his cracked, magma-like skin, and his eye burned with molten fury. Without hesitation, Jogo unleashed a colossal blast of magma, the sheer heat warping the air itself, scorching and igniting half the forest in a blazing inferno.
Maki, Mai, and Megumi snapped upright, eyes wide.
They'd seen powerful cursed techniques before, but nothing like this. This attack alone could obliterate any Grade 1 sorcerer instantly and seriously injure even a Special Grade. The scale of destruction was staggering.
Jogo's reputation as a terrifying cursed spirit had been confirmed—but the raw power he displayed went beyond anything they'd imagined.
Gojo, cool as ever, moved with an almost lazy grace, ducking under the searing magma blast. The impact shattered the pavement where it crashed down, sending cracks spider-webbing across the ground.
The screen cut to a brief plot recap. Gojo explained in his usual casual tone how Jogo was technically stronger than Sukuna at just one finger, a fact that seemed to weigh on the fight's stakes.
Annoyed by Gojo's seeming indifference, Jogo charged aggressively, spitting out magma-infused attacks at point-blank range. Flames licked Gojo's skin, searing him fully, and for a moment it looked like Gojo might actually be burning alive.
Despite the searing heat and relentless attacks, Gojo's face was almost bored—like this whole fight was just a casual pastime.
With a subtle flick of his hand, he brushed aside the swirling sand and dust as if swatting away a pesky fly. Jogo's eyes widened in disbelief. How? He'd just made contact, felt the scorching heat of his own magma lick Gojo's skin—and yet, no damage.
Gojo grinned, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement.
He began explaining—playful and smug—as if the entire concept of Infinity was just a party trick.
Maki, Mai, and Megumi sat frozen, eyes wide as saucers. The concept was ridiculous—infinite space? A barrier so perfect no attack could ever truly land? It sounded like something straight out of a fairy tale… if the fairy was a smug asshole in a blindfold.
The cutscene continued, showcasing the brutal, one-sided beatdown that followed.
At one point, without warning, Gojo vanished mid-fight—teleporting 45 kilometers away to Jujutsu High like this was all just a lunch break.
Jogo, now half-drenched and smoking in the middle of a cratered lake, looked up in complete disbelief.
Maki muttered, "He left the battlefield… mid-fight… just to get an audience?"
Mai's voice was barely a whisper. "No. He wanted to show off."
Megumi didn't say anything. His eyes were glued to the screen, his jaw tight.
Then Gojo returned—still calm, still smiling—tugging Yuji along like a kid to a carnival.
"After all… you're weak," Gojo said with the lamest, most smug smirk any of them had ever seen.
That was it. Jogo lost it.
Furious, humiliated, and finally pushed past his limit, Jogo unleashed everything. The world twisted as he activated his Domain Expansion—his volcano-head roaring with steam, the air itself igniting from the heat.
Gojo stood calmly, still explaining things to Yuji like this was a classroom lecture.
The explanation carried into the room where Maki, Mai, and Megumi sat.
So this was it. The infamous Domain Expansion. The most terrifying trump card a sorcerer had. All three of them finally understood why it was so overpowered—an auto-hit zone? It didn't matter how fast you were or how tough. If you were inside… you were done.
And then—
Gojo opened his domain.
Infinite Void.
In an instant, Jogo's hellscape was overwritten.
Like a god flipping a switch.
The screen exploded with light and impossible color. The temperature dropped. Space itself bent inward.
Maki gripped the arm of her chair.
Mai's jaw clenched.
Megumi's pupils dilated.
They couldn't breathe.
Inside the domain, Jogo stood frozen. Conscious. Alive.
But completely overwhelmed—every sensation, every thought, every detail—assaulted by an infinite stream of information. Paralyzed by pure existence.
The screen faded to black.
The chapter ended.
Maki exhaled slowly. "...He didn't even try."
Mai rubbed her forehead. "How the hell do you fight that?"
Silence.
Then they clicked "Next."
Chapter 8.
The screen opened on a rainy courtyard at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Panda paced in circles, muttering about a surprise visit from the Kyoto school and how the first-years were missing.
Then it cut—
To Megumi and Nobara, soaked from the rain, rounding a corner.
Two figures stood by the vending machines like bad omens.
A tall, muscle-bound brute with a vacant expression.
And a sharp-eyed girl in a sleek coat, holstered revolver at her side.
Aoi Todo.
Mai Zen'in.
"—Oh!" Mai lit up instantly. "It's me, look! Look at me, I'm hot. Like, insanely hot."
She leaned forward, practically sparkling with delight. "That coat? Those boots? Naoya really didn't mess this up for once."
Maki squinted at the screen. "…Why is your chest this big?"
But Megumi was already frowning, leaning closer. "Something's off."
He was right.
The moment cutscene-Mai opened her mouth, the atmosphere shifted.
The insult that followed hit like a slap.
The living room went dead silent.
The line hung in the air—vile, cruel, unnecessarily personal.
Megumi's eyes narrowed, his voice flat with disdain. "...You really said that?"
Mai's grin vanished. Her face went pale.
"What the hell?" she muttered. "I don't… I don't remember being that cruel."
Maki snorted. "Oh, please. You were always like that. Just more subtle about it."
"No—" Mai shook her head, her voice unsteady now. "No, I mean it. That wasn't just mean. That was rotten. Who says something like that... after someone dies?"
She stared at the screen, her expression darkening.
"I sound like… like him."
Megumi glanced sideways. "Him?"
She didn't answer right away.
Then, bitterly:
"Naoya. That kind of contempt... that arrogance... that's how he talks. Not me."
Maki leaned forward, voice sharp. "You think he made you like that?"
Mai crossed her arms, jaw tight. "Probably. He'll do anything to mess with me specifically, just to get under my skin. Hmph."
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