A player in Jujutsu Kaisen

Basketball (46)

Throughout these scenarios, Kenzo annoyance grew, yet he couldn't help but appreciate the cleverness behind each challenge. The quest for Gojo's tales turned into a labyrinth of frustration, a testament to the sorcerer's ability to keep even his most determined student on his toes.

"This is utter nonsense," Kenzo seethed, his expression contorted with anger. The constant challenges and whimsical scenarios had pushed him to the brink of frustration. Gojo's elusive antics had transformed the quest for tales into a maddening labyrinth of irritation.

Gritting his teeth, Kenzo summoned a pulsating blue orb into his hands, a manifestation of his pent-up frustration and determination to break through Gojo's whimsical barriers. The orb hummed with energy, reflecting Kenzo's resolve to put an end to the infuriating game.

"Is Kenzo-kun angry?" Gojo's voice, laced with amusement, cut through the air. He wore a sly smile, the mischievous glint in his eyes undeterred by Kenzo's evident irritation. The white-haired sorcerer seemed to revel in the chaos he had orchestrated, his nonchalant demeanor contrasting with the mounting anger in Kenzo's expression.

The room crackled with tension as the blue orb in Kenzo's hands pulsed with restrained power. The confrontation reached a precipice, a clash between student and teacher, frustration and amusement, in the enigmatic space they shared.

"Let's play a game of basketball and if I win, you tell me what I came here for, "Kenzo said looking at Gojo to which Gojo smiled.

Gojo's smile widened at Kenzo's proposition, the mischievous glint in his eyes undiminished. "A game of basketball, huh? That's an interesting choice, Kenzo-kun. You're on!"

The room transformed, the surroundings shifting to create a makeshift basketball court. A hoop materialized at one end, and the stage was set for an unconventional clash between sorcerer and student.

Kenzo now realized that this man Gojo's barrier technique was top notch as he was able to make so many different barriers with so much ease, although none of those barriers would work in a fight if they weren't a domain expansion...that was Kenzo's opinion of them as of now and it wasn't changing anytime soon. (A/N Hakari" Am I a joke to you")

Kenzo, determined to break through Gojo's enigmatic barriers, took a basketball that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. The tension between them, once fraught with frustration, now found an outlet in the upcoming game. The court, a symbolic arena for their clash, awaited the clash of skill and strategy.

As Kenzo prepared to make his move, Gojo, still wearing that trademark smile, assumed a casual stance. The basketball game, a departure from the sorcery-laden challenges, became a unique battleground for the clash of wills.

"Let the game begin, Kenzo-kun," Gojo declared, the anticipation palpable in the air. The basketball echoed against the court, marking the commencement of a duel where victory held the promise of revelations and the defeat promised more whimsical escapades. The stage was set, and the game unfolded in the surreal space where basketball and sorcery intertwined.

Kenzo grabbed a basketball and started to bounce it on the floor as he slowly approached Gojo......

Kenzo's footsteps echoed in the makeshift basketball court as he approached Gojo, the rhythmic bounce of the basketball punctuating the tense atmosphere. The white-haired sorcerer observed with a glint of interest in his eyes, the playful smile still lingering on his lips.

As Kenzo neared, he deftly dribbled the ball, each bounce a testament to his determination. The court, a surreal blend of the magical and the mundane, framed the impending clash between student and teacher in the language of a basketball duel.

Gojo, hands in his pockets, remained nonchalant, the very picture of relaxed confidence. His gaze followed the trajectory of the bouncing ball, and for a moment, the room became an arena where the clash of skills promised both victory and the unveiling of sought-after secrets.

The tension mounted with each step, the anticipation of the impending game underscoring the unspoken challenge between mentor and student. The basketball, a vessel for their clash, seemed to carry the weight of the stories Kenzo sought, bouncing in sync with the rhythm of a duel that extended beyond the realm of jujutsu sorcery.

A/N small bonding chapters