Shadow and Inifinity

Opening Ceremony—Breaking the Sky

The universe shrieked.

Not sound at all; the human mind might understand.

But a tearing within existence, a scream from reality as two parties clashed with energies so potent to break creation itself.

Gojo Satoru and Itachi Uchiha fought once in agreement, now two combatants battling beyond life's bounds squared off amidst it.

Their strikes had torn through planes, with only an infinite field of flowing, colorless emptiness remaining surrounding them.

The battlefield no longer existed.

The sky? Absent.

The earth? Never present to start with.

Everything had collapsed into itself, a churning storm of nothing that warped beneath the pressure of two impossibilities warring for domination.

Gojo drifted midair, Limitless Zero raging around him, his own body enveloped in an increasing field of cursed energy so vast that space distorted in his area.

Opposite him, Itachi floated in nothing.

His empty eyes narrowed on Gojo, unflinching, unemotional.

He wasn't avoiding.

He wasn't parrying.

Because he didn't have to.

Gojo clicked his tongue and furrowed his eyebrows.

"I don't like my attacks being neglected."

Itachi leaned his head slightly.

"Then maybe you should stop depending on them."

And then—he moved.

The First Clash—The Unstoppable vs. The Untouchable

A dark sword took shape in Itachi's hand, the aura surrounding it twisting as if it was crafted from dying stars.

Then, in a single step—he bridged the gap.

Gojo's reflexes howled—but he was already moving.

Infinity was active.

The total barrier, the method that made him untouchable.

And yet—Itachi's sword didn't abate.

It sliced through Infinity as if it were nothing but vapor.

Gojo could only manage to contort his body, the sword glancing against his side, slicing through flesh and space at once.

Pain ignited, acute and immediate.

Gojo flashed back, his hand landing on his wound.

His six eyes pulsed, scanning the injury.

His wound wasn't healing.

The gash remained open.

Not because it was deep—but because Infinity itself was refusing to seal it.

Gojo's breathing slowed.

"What the hell is that blade?"

Itachi didn't respond.

Because he was already striking again.

Inciting Incident—The Death of Causality

Gojo wasn't going to let Itachi set the pace.

He teleported in an instant, reappearing behind Itachi, his fist already imbued with Reversal: Red.

A tremendous shockwave blasted outward—a blast of sheer repelling power, powerful enough to flatten mountains.

It struck directly.

But instead of being knocked back, Itachi twisted.

Reality cracked where he stood.

Not shattered.

Not torn.

Just ceased to function.

And before Gojo could react, Itachi's fist was already against his chest.

"Causality is nothing to me anymore, Satoru."

And then—the universe folded inward.

A surge of black and red energy erupted from Itachi's fingertips, an inverse explosion that didn't expand but collapsed.

Gojo felt it rip through his body.

His Limitless cracked.

His cursed energy spiraled out of control.

His vision blurred.

And then he crashed into the void below.

New Enemy: The Voice of the Forgotten

Gojo's body twisted and reformed, dragged back into the shifting abyss.

He landed on something, not ground, not air.

Just something.

The world around him was wrong.

Shapes twisted without meaning, light bled into shadow, and in the distance he saw them.

The True Forgotten.

They stood in the endless dark, watching, waiting.

And at the center—Nymeria stepped forward.

"You're starting to understand, aren't you?" she mused, her voice dripping with amusement.

Gojo struggled to get to his feet.

His body screamed in agony, his head trying to wrap around what had transpired.

He had never been bested so thoroughly before.

Not even Sukuna.

Not even Erebus.

"Tch." Gojo puffed out a harsh breath. "You people just love giving speeches, huh?"

Nymeria grinned.

"Only when the audience is worth it."

She crept closer, her dress flowing like liquid darkness.

"Tell me, Satoru—have you ever considered what it means to be utterly forgotten?"

Gojo did not reply.

Because Itachi had dropped beside her.

Calmly so.

Utterly untouched.

As if the fight never began.

And Gojo understood, in that moment.

He never really fought Itachi.

He fought half of him.

The actual fight had just started.

The Turning Point—Gojo's Last Gamble

Gojo gritted his teeth.

Fine.

If regular attacks weren't going to cut it, then he'd redefine the rules.

He tried to inhale, funneling every bit of his cursed power.

His fingers twisted into a final seal.

A technique even he had never used before.

A technique that ignored the limitations of sorcery.

"Domain Expansion."

The air froze.

Nymeria's smile faded.

Itachi's expression flickered.

Gojo lifted his head, grinning through the pain.

"Final Release—Hollow Nocturne."

The world split apart.

An endless void of colorless light erupted outward, consuming everything in its path.

It wasn't Hollow Purple.

It wasn't Limitless Zero.

This was something else.

Something final.

And for the first time, the Forgotten felt fear.

Cliffhanger—The End of All Things

Nymeria took a step back, her face impassive.

Itachi drew his black sword.

"I see now."

He locked eyes with Gojo.

"You would rather shatter the universe itself than lose."

Gojo smiled.

"Damn right."

And then the final battle commenced.

For the first time in his life, Gojo Satoru experienced something strange.

Not fear.

Not hesitation.

But something primal. Something ancient.

Something that even his Six Eyes could not fully grasp.

The energy flowed through his veins, burning through his body like wildfire—yet not burning.

It pushed outward, reforming the battlefield.

The void that had collapsed and held them together anew, reshaped, but not as before.

The black sky had turned to gold.

The ground below them was made of moving light, forever changing.

The air itself vibrated with an unwritten power, something that hadn't been touched by cursed energy or chakra.

And beside him the winged form did not move.

Their six golden wings spread completely, reaching to infinity.

Their face was still hidden behind the flowing mist of their robes, but their presence was unmistakable.

A presence that even the Forgotten dared not approach.

Nymeria's lips twisted in a sneer.

"This cannot be."

The energy coursing through Gojo's body felt different.

It wasn't cursed power.

It wasn't Limitless.

It was something more ancient.

Something that was from a god.

And when he tightly clenched his fist, the universe responded.

Inciting Incident—The Fear of the Forgotten

Nymeria stepped back.

Not because of strategy.

Not because of calculation.

But because of sheer hesitation.

She looked at Itachi.

But even Itachi—the creature that had stood impervious in front of Gojo—did not say a word.

His empty-like eyes fluttered.

The first time Gojo never thought he'd see him again.

Doubt.

Gojo's smile grew larger.

"Looks like I finally got your attention."

Nymeria's expression darkened.

"Kill him."

Itachi moved instantly.

His body blurred, vanishing between dimensions.

Only to appear directly behind Gojo, his black blade was already descending.

But this time—Gojo didn't even turn.

He simply raised his hand.

And when Itachi's blade met his palm.

It stopped.

Not because of Infinity.

Not because of cursed energy.

But because something greater had denied its existence.

For the first time, Itachi faltered.

His blade, an extension of the Forgotten's power, wasn't cutting.

Gojo turned his head slightly, his expression unreadable.

"Yeah." His voice was quieter now.

"I can feel it now."

He clenched his fingers around the blade.

"The difference between us."

Then, with a single flex of his wrist.

He shattered Itachi's weapon with his bare hand.

The True Battle Begins—Gojo vs. Itachi (Round 2)

Itachi immediately teleported away, his movements faster than before.

But Gojo followed.

Instantly.

There was no delay. No hesitation.

It wasn't even teleportation.

Gojo simply willed himself forward, and the universe obeyed.

Itachi barely had time to react before Gojo's fist crashed into his chest, sending him flying backward.

A deafening shockwave tore through the battlefield, splitting the very fabric of existence.

Gojo didn't stop.

The moment Itachi's body hit the ground, he was already above him, hands forming a seal.

"Reversal Red."

A massive sphere of repelling energy ignited, pulsing with boundless force.

Itachi raised both hands, forming a counter-seal—

But it didn't work.

The instant Gojo's attack hit him, Itachi's body contorted beneath the sheer impact.

His own methods betrayed him.

Gojo loomed over him, his eyes blazing.

"What's wrong?"

His voice was taunting. But something deeper lay behind it.

Something personal.

"I thought you were untouchable?"

Itachi's body trembled.

He reappeared midair, his face unreadable.

"You are different."

His void-like eyes slitted.

"That power. It does not belong to you."

Gojo breathed sharply, stretching his neck.

"Yeah, I have no idea what's happening either."

He curled his fists, power sparking between his fingers.

"But I do know one thing."

His six eyes focused on Itachi.

"I'm still taking you back."

New Enemy—The Forgotten Warlord Awakens

Nymeria's face had darkened totally now.

She advanced, her dress rippling wildly, as though it was barely holding something monstrous inside of it.

"Enough."

The battlefield convulsed.

The sky tore apart.

And from inside the rift, a new individual emerged.

A colossal figure, easily three times larger than Gojo and Itachi.

Wrapped in obsidian armor, his silhouette was draped with chains of ever-changing black flames.

His eyes were not empty.

They were golden, smoldering with something fearsome.

Nymeria's tone was harsh.

"You played long enough, Gojo Satoru."

"Welcome the First Warlord of the Forgotten, Zarek the Eternal."

The moment Zarek stepped down, the battlefield cracked under his enormous weight.

Gojo tensed the entire length of his body.

This one was different.

Itachi shifted minutely, gazing at the newcomer.

Even he didn't move.

Zarek hesitantly brought up his greatsword, edges bleeding power into the sky.

"One sorcerer, using borrowed power, thinks he can ignore the Forgotten?"

His voice thundered, rattling the air itself.

"Then let me introduce you to what gods look like."

The Final Clash—Gojo vs. Zarek

Gojo couldn't help but smile.

"Alright then."

His six eyes blazed, tracking Zarek's every step.

"Let's see if gods bleed."

Then they moved.

Zarek swept his sword through the air, and at the same moment—Gojo blocked.

One last, irrepressible impact.

And the universe shattered asunder.

Solarius, still standing on the battlefield's perimeter, experienced a chill heaviness in his heart.

"This war has exceeded what we can master."

Nymeria shifted her gaze toward him, her face inscrutable.

"You never had control."

The sky kept ripping apart.

Something much more powerful than even Zarek was awakening.

And this fight was only the start.