Rimuru go to Japan for fun

Behold mortal....!

As Rimuru strolled into the bustling cafe, his presence was impossible to ignore. He radiated an aura of self-importance, his posture regal and deliberate. The moment he crossed the threshold, a ripple of whispers filled the air, patrons craning their necks to get a glimpse of the "Demon Lord Rimuru." Some had seen his viral videos, and others had only heard of his over-the-top antics, but everyone was curious.

Rimuru, soaking in the attention, sauntered over to a plush armchair and draped himself across it with an exaggerated flourish. He glanced around, ensuring all eyes were on him, then flashed a sly grin. "Ah, behold, mortals. I, the Demon Lord Rimuru, have deigned to grace this humble establishment with my presence."

Several patrons snickered behind their hands, while others openly laughed, but they were undeniably captivated. His mix of confidence, wit, and just the right touch of absurdity kept them hooked. Rimuru chuckled softly to himself, leaning back in the chair as though it were a throne. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he continued.

"I must say, it was only a matter of time before my greatness reached even the furthest corners of this world. You are truly fortunate to witness this moment," he declared, waving his hand theatrically.

One of the baristas, fighting to keep a straight face as she approached with his drink, asked, "Anything else for the Demon Lord today?"

Rimuru smirked, taking the cup with a gracious nod. "Fear not, young mortal. Your service has pleased me," he said, and the barista snorted, barely managing to suppress her laughter as she walked away.

Amidst the relaxed chatter of the cafe, Rimuru settled into his seat, his gaze sweeping the room like a ruler overseeing his domain. That's when he noticed a particularly smug individual seated a few tables away. Tall, wearing a blindfold, and exuding a similarly obnoxious level of self-confidence, this man was none other than Gojo Satoru. The infamous sorcerer sat there, seemingly unaware of Rimuru's presence, his legs crossed and a smirk playing on his lips as he casually leaned back in his chair.

Gojo, known for his handsomeness and mystery, seemed to have drawn a small crowd of his own. Several patrons, particularly a few swooning women, were whispering about his good looks and cool demeanor.

Rimuru arched an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. Who does this guy think he is? he mused, his competitive nature flaring up. Is he trying to steal my spotlight?

Gojo adjusted his blindfold with a dramatic flair, clearly basking in the attention, when Rimuru suddenly had a brilliant, and slightly devious, idea. With a casual flick of his fingers under the table, Rimuru reached into the depths of his magical powers, deciding to have a little fun at Gojo's expense.

Without warning, Gojo's smug expression faltered. His grin faded, replaced by a look of confusion. The entire spectrum of perception-the senses he relied on for his sorcery-vanished. No colors, no light, no energy. Gojo, the man who prided himself on his unparalleled perception, was suddenly plunged into a void. He could see nothing. Feel nothing.

"What the hell?" Gojo muttered under his breath, his head whipping around in confusion. He reached up to tug at his blindfold, thinking perhaps it had malfunctioned. But removing it didn't help. There was simply... nothing.

Rimuru watched, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. Gojo's panicked gestures were subtle enough not to draw too much attention, but Rimuru knew exactly what was happening. Gojo, the ever-cool, ever-arrogant sorcerer, was completely disoriented, unable to comprehend the sudden emptiness that surrounded him. His perfect infinity domain, the one that kept everything at a safe distance, had been subtly overwritten by Rimuru's own manipulation of reality.

Gojo's fingers twitched, his powers flaring instinctively as he tried to regain his bearings, but it was futile. Rimuru had erased his presence so thoroughly from Gojo's perception that the sorcerer couldn't even grasp the concept of his existence in that moment. He was, for all intents and purposes, unseeable and undetectable, existing in a state that defied Gojo's immense abilities.

"Looks like someone's not as all-seeing as he thought," Rimuru muttered under his breath, unable to suppress a gleeful chuckle.

The cafe patrons were blissfully unaware of the little game being played. They were still chuckling at Rimuru's earlier antics, some taking pictures and sharing them on social media, no doubt adding to the growing legend of the "Demon Lord's" public appearances. But Gojo, the normally infallible sorcerer, was sweating bullets, his smirk long gone.

Rimuru leaned back, enjoying the spectacle as Gojo subtly tried to recalibrate his senses, his confidence visibly shaken. After letting him stew for a few more moments, Rimuru decided to release the sorcerer from the spell. With another flick of his fingers, Gojo's perception snapped back to normal.

The blindfolded man blinked rapidly, regaining his usual composure almost instantly, but Rimuru didn't miss the flicker of uncertainty that crossed his face. Gojo shifted in his seat, glancing around suspiciously, his ever-present smirk wavering just enough for Rimuru to feel satisfied.

That'll teach him to try and steal my limelight,Rimuru thought smugly, taking a long sip of his coffee as if nothing had happened.

Gojo, for his part, pretended as though he hadn't just experienced a brief but utterly terrifying disruption to his god-like senses. But deep down, he knew somethingor someone had toyed with him. His eyes, hidden beneath his blindfold, flicked in Rimuru's direction for a brief second, but he said nothing. He simply stood up, adjusted his coat, and walked out of the cafe, his confident air slightly dimmed.

Rimuru watched him leave, a triumphant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. As Gojo disappeared through the door, Rimuru raised his cup in a mock toast. "Goodbye, dear sorcerer. Better luck next time."

The cafe patrons were none the wiser to the little duel that had just taken place, but Rimuru knew. And that was enough. He basked in the afterglow of his minor victory, content in the knowledge that, today, he had reminded even the most powerful of beings not to underestimate him.

With a satisfied sigh, Rimuru leaned back in his chair once again and muttered, "Ah, it's good to be me."