MHA; Gojo Vs Sukuna

Chapter Nine: Awakening the Infinite

The sky had darkened. What had started as a crisp morning had shifted into something far heavier. Thick, steel-gray clouds loomed overhead, swallowing the last hints of blue. The air carried the scent of approaching rain—fresh, electric, alive. A distant rumble of thunder vibrated through the heavens, though no lightning had yet broken the sky.

Gojo Satoru stood amidst the towering trees of the dense forest, his body slick with sweat. His black joggers clung to his legs, his blue hoodie now damp against his skin. His chest rose and fell in steady, measured breaths as he wiped the sweat from his brow, exhaling slowly. He had done it.

Lifting his hand, he summoned the system's translucent blue interface. The glowing text flickered before his eyes.

Daily Tasks:

Run 5 kilometers ✅

Practice combat techniques ✅

Meditate for 30 minutes ✅

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "All done," he muttered.

Suddenly, the screen flickered, shifting into a new prompt.

Tasks Completed. Reward Distribution in Progress.

Gojo's eyes narrowed slightly. A reward? He hadn't expected this. Was it just some minor boost in strength? Maybe some arbitrary system points?

Then, the words changed.

Quirk Activation: "Infinity" Unlocked.

Gojo barely had time to react before a sudden surge of energy coursed through his veins. His breath hitched, his white hair trembling as a pulse of unseen force rippled through him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt—something vast, untouchable, boundless.

His fingers twitched as raw power crackled beneath his skin. For the first time since arriving in this world, his body no longer felt… ordinary.

The system chimed again.

Registration Confirmed. Welcome, Gojo Satoru.

His blue eyes flicked back to the floating screen. He exhaled sharply, placing a hand on his hip. "And what exactly is Infinity?"

The system responded instantly, cascading an overwhelming amount of information before him.

Infinity is the mathematical concept that describes an unbounded quantity, existing beyond finite limitations. Applied practically, it is the ability to manipulate the convergence of infinite series within physical space, creating a paradox where motion towards a point asymptotically approaches zero, preventing direct interaction. It operates on the principle of the Zenoian paradox, wherein the closer an object attempts to reach the user, the more it is divided into an infinite series of diminishing distances, effectively rendering true contact impossible. This grants the ability to regulate spatial forces, control kinetic energy, and dictate the absolute velocity of matter within a controlled field, effectively manifesting an untouchable barrier at the quantum level.

Gojo blinked. Then blinked again.

The explanation was dense—an entanglement of mathematics, physics, and paradoxes all woven into a single, complex ability. And yet, a slow, almost sinister grin crept across his lips.

"Interesting," he murmured. "I actually get it."

A single raindrop kissed his cheek. Then another.

Gojo lifted his gaze to the sky just as the rain began to fall. But before a single drop could land on his body—

—They stopped.

Suspended midair, the raindrops hovered just inches from his skin, caught in an invisible force. Around him, the rainfall continued unhindered, each drop colliding with the earth, darkening the dirt, slicking the grass. Yet none of them touched him.

Gojo lowered his chin, his crystalline blue eyes glowing with intrigue. The rain droplets, trapped in limbo, shimmered like tiny frozen jewels in the air. He exhaled, watching as they rolled down the invisible barrier around him, slipping away just before reaching his skin.

"So that's how it works," he mused, his voice laced with satisfaction. His fingers flexed, relishing the sensation of untouchability. His gaze flickered with arrogance as he muttered to himself, "I see now. This is Infinity."

He lowered his gaze to the ground, now slick and glistening with rain. A thought crossed his mind. If I can manipulate space, then…

Slowly, he lifted a foot. Instead of sinking into the damp soil—he remained above it. His body hovered, effortlessly defying gravity.

Gojo grinned, shifting his weight slightly, testing his newfound ability. The sensation was smooth, natural, as if floating was something he had always been meant to do.

"Tch. Too easy," he chuckled.

After a few more moments of experimenting, he let himself gently touch the ground again. His body was still brimming with energy, but for now, he had seen enough. He turned, heading toward the edge of the forest.

By the time Gojo reached home, the rain had turned into a steady drizzle. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The warmth of the house was a welcome contrast to the cool dampness outside.

He made his way to the bathroom, peeling off his hoodie and tossing it aside. Steam curled around him as he stepped into the shower, hot water cascading over his skin, washing away the sweat and exhaustion. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth soothe his muscles.

Yet, his mind remained restless.

Infinity…

Even now, he could feel it—a silent hum beneath his skin, an untouchable force at his fingertips. This changed everything. He was no longer just another person trapped in this world. He was something more.

After his shower, he stepped out, towel draped over his shoulders. The mirror before him was fogged with condensation, his reflection barely visible through the haze.

With a lazy smirk, he reached up, running a hand through his damp white hair. His eyes, sharp and electric blue, gleamed in the dim light.

"The events…" he murmured to himself, tilting his head slightly.

A single droplet of water slipped down his cheek.

"…just got a lot more fun."

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