𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲

Eyes tell a different story.

The air was thick with tension, the kind that weighed heavy on the chest, suffocating, almost electric. Dust and debris danced in the wind, the result of countless attacks already exchanged. Gojo and Geto stood side by side, their breaths labored, bodies bruised, but their spirits unyielding. Across from them was Toji Fushiguro, towering and menacing, his muscular frame casting an ominous shadow. His green eyes narrowed in frustration, every second spent fighting these two teenage sorcerers only feeding his growing rage.

Gojo's eyes glinted with a dangerous light, his signature cocky grin stretching across his face despite the situation. "You're getting sloppy, old man."

Toji grunted in response, flipping the katana in his hand. The steel gleamed under the fading sunlight, a deadly promise. He launched forward, his body moving like a blur, attacking both of them with ferocious speed and precision.

T s h o o w

The clashing of steel against Gojo's cursed techniques filled the air. Gojo summoned his Infinity, barely keeping Toji at bay, while Geto unleashed his curses, monstrous creatures forming from the shadows, attacking Toji from all directions.
But Toji was too fast, too skilled. He cut through the curses with ease, his movements fluid and terrifyingly efficient.

But surprise surprise... Gojo was fast and skilled too.

And then it happened.

In a swift motion, Gojo managed to parry Toji's attack and, with a calculated strike, knocked one of the katanas out of his grasp. It flew through the air, spinning wildly before landing a few feet away.

In that split second, Toji had made a miscalculation. Gojo wasn't just skilled—he was born for fighting.

Before anyone could react, Gojo quickly lunged forward with Toji's second katana, slashing across Toji's face. The blade sliced cleanly through the air, catching the ravenette across his eyes. The attack was precise, leaving a deep, vertical scar on his eyelids. Blood sprayed into the air, splattering against the ground as Toji stumbled back, his face now painted red.

Toji's face was smeared with crimson—his own blood and Gojo's. His green eyes, wild and furious, narrowed as the fresh deep scar pulsed with pain.

"You damn brats..." Toji growled, his voice low and venomous. His chest heaved with barely contained rage as he glared at the teenagers before him. The wound on his face, the humiliation of losing his weapon—it all boiled inside him, twisting his emotions into something primal.

Geto rushed forward to protect Gojo, summoning a massive curse to shield his best friend. But Toji was done playing around. His expression darkened as he switched tactics. He moved with newfound aggression, his attacks faster, more brutal, almost impossible to predict. Each strike was calculated to kill, and Geto, though powerful, was starting to falter under the relentless assault.

After several minutes of intense fighting, Toji finally saw his opening. Geto's millisecond of unplanned movement was Toji's millisecond to success. With a devastating blow, he knocked Geto to the ground. The young sorcerer's head struck the earth with a sickening thud, and his body went limp.

Gojo's heart froze as he saw his best friend collapse. His usually smug expression twisted into one of pure fear. His eyes widened.

"Geto!", he screamed, rushing to his side. Blood poured from a wound on Geto's lower head, staining the ground beneath him.

For the first time, Gojo hesitated. The world seemed to slow down as he knelt beside Geto, his mind racing. Should he stay and help his friend, who could be... could loose his life right in front of him? Or should he turn and face Toji, the monster who had just brought them both to the brink of death?