Jujutsu Kaisen: Nah I'd Adapt

Sealing

[Author Note]

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Tengen

It's finally done.

Naohiro showed adaptive traits similar to Mahoraga in their fight, so I used the current barrier as a base to develop further than what was made to contain The Divine General.

A barrier that constantly shifts traits will render any form of adaptation useless as long as it is kept stable.

He escaped the prison realm, the most complex sealing object in existence, so I went above and beyond.

His adaptation technique is likely stronger than Mahoraga's, so I have even more countermeasures, even with the barrier created.

Even someone like Ryomen Sukuna wouldn't be able to escape. Even if he somehow had the adaptation of Mahoraga, the shifting barrier would keep him in place.

The main issue is that the barrier is so complex that I must constantly monitor the structure.

I have enough to worry about, and I'd rather not have to constantly monitor a prison-like structure.

Balance.

The balance ideology has been on my mind for longer than I can remember. I never had to do something as drastic as this.

It makes me feel like Kenjaku.

A master of barrier techniques, complex planning, and a desire to evolve.

While I don't necessarily want to evolve, I hate feeling this way.

However, I still can't decide.

...

My eyes widen. "What!?"

Someone is entering my barrier, but they are trying to hide their presence.

I wouldn't have sensed them if I hadn't been focusing.

I'll need to call someone before they get here.

*Ding*

The elevator dings and a woman walks toward me with a smile.

My eyes narrow. "Those stitches..."

She smiles. "It's been a while, you shut in."

My eyes narrow further. "Kenjaku."

As I prepare to send a signal, she, or rather Kenjaku, speaks up. "Naohiro Zenin."

I pause.

He raises his hands in a mock surrender and smiles. "I'm not here to fight. I want to talk to you."

I scowl. "There is nothing to discuss."

He smirks. "Then why haven't you sent a distress signal? It's not like Satoru Gojo and Naohiro Zenin are close enough to stop me from doing things to you."

I cross my arms as he walks over and sits down across from me. "What do you want?"

He rests his head on his hand. "The same thing you do. To keep the balance of the world in check. You see, Naohiro Zenin has been a thorn in my side."