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Two high school students, Romero and Derubin, were strolling down the street, deeply engrossed in a conversation about anime. Without warning, as they were crossing the street, a colossal truck appeared out of nowhere, plunging their world into darkness.
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As they blinked their eyes open, they found themselves in a dense forest, bathed in daylight. The forest was so thick that it was hard to see more than a few feet ahead.
Romero, bewildered, questioned their whereabouts, turning to where he thought Derubin was standing. However, instead of his friend, he was met with a face that was eerily familiar yet supposedly fictional. "Gojo?" Romero asked, taken aback. Simultaneously, Derubin exclaimed, "Sukuna?" as he too looked at his friend in disbelief.
They both glanced down at themselves, and Derubin cried out in shock, "I'm not black anymore!" Romero stared at him, deadpan, "Besides that obvious and somewhat disappointing revelation, Derubin, is that really you?"
Derubin looked up, meeting Romero's gaze, "Romero, is that you?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. They both looked at each other for a moment before simultaneously saying, "Type shit!" and then proceeded to dap each other up.
"So, where exactly are we?" Derubin asked Romero, who could only respond with a shrug. As Derubin surveyed their surroundings, he could see an energy that was raw and pure. It wasn't just cursed energy; it was magical and something he could only describe as cosmic.
"Bro," Derubin said, gaining Romero's attention, "I think we have Gojo and Sukuna's powers too." A smile began to form on Derubin's face as Romero considered the possibility.
"I think you're right," Romero said, pressing his hand against a nearby tree. As an avid reader of Jujutsu Kaisen, Romero was well-versed in the source of cursed energy - negative human emotions. It seemed that controlling emotions in this body was instinctive, and Romero suspected that Derubin would have a similar experience.
Romero focused, pushing cursed energy into his hand, searching for Sukuna's innate cursed technique, Cleave. Cleave was one of Sukuna's most powerful techniques, allowing him to adjust the amount of cursed energy used to cut down even the toughest opponents with a single, powerful slash.
As Romero touched the tree, a violent slash, visible only to Romero and Derubin, cut through the tree, splitting it in half before it fell to the ground. A smirk appeared on Romero's face as he watched the tree fall.
Derubin couldn't help but notice the powerful cleave executed by Romero, which caused a sly grin to gradually form on his lips. The sight of such a formidable move left him both impressed and eager for a challenge.
In an attempt to conceal his growing excitement, Derubin casually suggested, "You know what, Mero? I'm not even going to lie. I think we should lowkey box. Just to see where we both stand."
Romero, never one to shy away from a challenge, responded with a devious smirk, "Bet."
However, upon witnessing Romero's smug expression, Derubin felt a sudden pang of irritation. His face momentarily contorted into an expression of disgust, but he quickly regained his composure, ensuring that Romero remained oblivious to his brief change in demeanor.
As the tension between the two continued to build, Romero decided to further provoke Derubin by mimicking Sukuna's iconic fighting stance. "Dachi," he declared, his eyes locked onto Derubin's.
Not one to be intimidated, Derubin confidently replied, "Fakkuyū, Dachi," before clenching his fist and raising it near his chin. Despite his limited knowledge of boxing stances, he attempted to recreate one from memory, determined to hold his ground against Romero's taunts.
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