I am Overhaul in Jujutsu Kaisen World

Geto raised an eyebrow, surprised but clearly intrigued by the turn of events.

"Strange," he finally said, turning back to Ryosuke with a smile that was far too innocent to be sincere. "You're not talking about the woman who came with you. Why is that?"

Ryosuke shrugged, his demeanor still as nonchalant as ever. "Why would I bother with the dead?"

Geto's smile widened, though a shadow passed behind his eyes. "Hard to tell if you're joking or serious. With a line like that, someone might mistake you for a criminal."

Ryosuke narrowed his eyes, a mischievous glint lighting them up. "Maybe I am. But you don't exactly strike me as someone with clean hands either."

Geto nodded slowly, his smile relaxing back into something more casual. "True. I kill… when it's necessary." He extended a hand toward Ryosuke. "So, kid… What do you say? Want to be my ally?"

A silence fell between them.

Ryosuke glanced down at the offered hand, then back up, his lips curling into an unreadable smile.

He suddenly burst into laughter, loud and unrestrained, the sound echoing through the desolate ruins. It was a laugh that didn't belong in the heavy, oppressive atmosphere surrounding them, almost unsettling in its defiance.

Geto crossed his arms, watching silently.

When Ryosuke finally calmed down, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, he chuckled softly. "Apologies. But really, that was hilarious. Pretending gets so tiresome after a while."

He tilted his head slightly, his smile twisting into something darker, almost sinister.

"The truth is… I was looking for you."

Geto's eyebrow arched again.

Ryosuke took a few steps closer. "Suguru Geto, former student of the Tokyo Jujutsu High. The man who dreamed of a world free of those powerless monkeys, the man who wanted to usher in a new era where only sorcerers had a place." He paused, his smile stretching wider, his tone laced with mocking amusement. "Too bad you have the will, but not the strength."

This time, Geto's expression hardened ever so slightly, a barely noticeable furrow forming between his brows.

"Honestly," Ryosuke continued, "I thought I'd have to wait months before seeing you. But here you are, handed to me on a silver platter. It's almost divine." He spread his arms wide as if welcoming some celestial gift, the exaggerated motion dripping with theatrical flair. "It's delightful. Truly, I'm glad to see you."

The moment his words ended, an enormous serpent burst out of the shadows with blinding speed, its gaping maw aimed directly at Ryosuke. But before the beast could strike, its body disintegrated into a cloud of ashes.

Geto had already stepped back, his sharp eyes assessing the scene. Just as he began to move, a presence behind him made the air shiver. Ryosuke stood there, as though he'd teleported.

Geto immediately retreated several meters. A colossal flail descended from the heavens with catastrophic force, smashing into Ryosuke in an earth-shattering explosion. The ground quaked violently as clouds of dust and debris veiled the battlefield.

Yet, as the dust settled, Ryosuke emerged unscathed.

As he advanced, the ground beneath him began to shift. The earth trembled once more, twisting and warping into a massive field of jagged stone spikes. They erupted from the ground in an instant, forming a colossal prison that encircled both Ryosuke and Geto.

Geto halted, his gaze calmly scanning the newly formed structure before locking eyes with Ryosuke.

"So, this was your plan all along. Looks like you came prepared," he said evenly.

Ryosuke merely shrugged, his expression as nonchalant as ever.

Without warning, a glinting blade pierced through Ryosuke's chest, driving straight into his heart. His eyes widened in shock as a massive flail materialized behind him, gripping the bloodied weapon. The flail wrenched the blade free with brutal force, sending a spurt of blood into the air, then raised its weapon to deliver a decapitating strike.

But just as the blade was about to fall, it froze mid-air, as if caught in time. Ryosuke, completely ignoring the threat behind him, turned his gaze to Geto, his lips curling into a twisted smile despite the blood dripping from his wound.

"I thought you wanted to recruit me," he mocked.

Geto remained silent, his sharp gaze fixed on the scene. A fleeting glimmer crossed his eyes, but his expression stayed unreadable.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them lit up, a blinding glow flooding the spiked prison.

When the light dimmed, it revealed a scene both chaotic and awe-inspiring. At the center of the ruins, a massive flail-like creature, part dragon and part serpent, rose into the air, its dark, scaly wings beating powerfully. Atop the beast's back stood Geto Suguru, calm as ever, his eyes scanning the horizon.

About ten meters above the ground, Ryosuke reappeared, floating effortlessly. His arms were crossed, and the cocky smirk never left his face. He ascended to match Geto's level, their gazes locking in a heavy silence.

Geto tilted his head slightly. "Impressive, kid. I must admit, your magic is intriguing. Tell me… Is your power the ability to reshape matter at will?"

Ryosuke raised an eyebrow. "Not bad. You're more observant than I gave you credit for."

Geto allowed himself a small smile. "However…" He paused, an unusual glint in his eye. "You didn't just manipulate the ground. You influenced one of my flails. Which begs the question… Can your power affect the soul itself?"

The only sound was the steady beat of the flail's wings. Ryosuke, still levitating, let out a soft, almost childlike laugh.

"Exactly."

Geto nodded slowly, a satisfied smile forming on his lips. "Fascinating. A power like that, at your age… It's rare." Crossing his arms, his expression softened slightly. "I'll be honest with you. I don't want to waste a diamond in the rough like you. Join me. Together, we could achieve something far greater than you've ever imagined. We could create a utopia."

Ryosuke sighed deeply, his smirk fading. "I figured as much… But I have to say, I'm slightly insulted."

Before Geto could respond, a crushing wave of cursed energy surged from Ryosuke. The air vibrated under the sheer force, and the sky seemed to darken momentarily. The ruins quaked violently once again.

Ryosuke slowly raised his head, his voice cold. "I suppose it's my fault. I didn't show you enough fear."

Suddenly, a blur of motion caught Ryosuke's attention. Another serpent-like flail shot out of nowhere, coiling around his neck with lightning speed. Yet Ryosuke didn't so much as flinch.

Geto raised a hand, summoning a crimson staff adorned with intricate patterns. For the first time, his gaze held a spark of genuine seriousness.

"What a shame," Geto murmured. "I'll have to kill you here and now."

TO BE CONTINUED!

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