A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

"Gojo Satoru," Theo spoke first, his voice exceptionally clear in the open forest, "did you become this strong through hard work, or were you born the strongest?"

"There's definitely no such thing as 'born the strongest'," Gojo Satoru said, casually flexing his wrists and ankles, his knuckles cracking slightly. "Your growth, fighting, and thinking are all very important."

"Do you know? I've only been exposed to magical powers for less than three months."

In other words, I didn't go through a long period of honing and growth—I was already very strong from the very beginning.

Through the battles and growth I experienced in India, I became stronger.

Theo spread his arms, raised his head slightly, and his tone suddenly became extremely provocative and oppressive.

"So, leave the world to me."

In any case, human groups are as blind as flocks of pigeons; as long as one lead pigeon resolutely flies to the right, the entire flock will follow involuntarily.

But I will be even more pretentious—I will gracefully and completely step on this flock of pigeons, dominate them, and lead them to fly in the direction I have chosen!

Philosopher King, this is the most efficient order!

"I am prepared to shed blood and make sacrifices," Gojo Satoru's voice turned cold, "but this is limited to the necessary cleanup of the Japanese sorcery world."

If the entire world were handed over to you and "reformed" according to your methods, how many innocent people would die?

"What kind of ugly character are you playing?"

Theo showed no mercy in his mockery.

"The same creatures that you consider 'human' die like weeds in the Middle East, Africa, and other corners of the world. Have you ever cared about that?"

Every year, far more people are killed by their own bodies than by cursed spirits. Can such a society eradicate curses?

There will only be endless fear and endless hatred, providing nourishment for even more terrifying cursed spirits yet to be born!

But you don't really care about the lives of the lower classes, and you even anticipate the emergence of a potential "powerful enemy," don't you?

Dio stepped forward, his imposing presence like a mountain collapsing and the sea overturning.

"The greatest curse spirit, the embodiment of the deepest fears of mankind, which has existed for millennia, is about to be born in this era!"

Are you ready? No, you are not.

Even some idiots in the Jujutsu Supervision Department are still dreaming of returning to the Heian period, where jujutsu masters were high and mighty! How can a country be governed well when surrounded by such scoundrels?

Admittedly, everyone in the world has their own ideas, so when carrying out their own will, they will inevitably clash with the demands of others on the objective world.

Ordinary people, due to insufficient ability or lack of determination, often choose to seek common ground while reserving differences, or even give up before the conflict breaks out, never reaching the point where a fierce clash is necessary.

But the strong should be different. What every strong person should have the most of all is the determination and strength to resist reality.

Looking at the current world of sorcery—rigid, conservative, and constantly embroiled in internal strife, with new forces struggling to breathe within outdated frameworks—it is far from being 'prosperous'.

If it were me... I would act immediately and make changes right away!

Waiting won't allow decay to purify itself, and compromise won't make chronic diseases heal on their own!

Only by breaking it down ourselves can we rebuild a new order!

Theo's voice suddenly rose, and his momentum expanded further.

"If there were no such creatures as cursed spirits, your strategy of slowly cultivating successors and waiting for change might not be a problem. But the reality is, they do exist!"

Your strategy, in essence, prioritizes the suffering of "people in the future" over that of "people in the present"!

But how can there be such a cruel order of precedence between the future and the present, between life and life?

Are the people who are being devoured by the curse every moment rightfully to become stepping stones to your ideal blueprint?

This world is like an endless sea of ​​suffering; even the Buddha, if he were to look upon it with his wisdom, would probably shed tears of blood!

You walk on the front lines of the world of sorcery; haven't you witnessed enough death and tragedy?

Those vibrant lives torn apart, devoured, and twisted by the curse—aren't their despair and fear enough to pierce any illusion of warmth?

If we still believe that tears, persuasion and limited violence are enough to maintain peace in this situation, we are being incredibly naive!

Treating one's own limitations as truth and beautifying one's own flaws as motivation—the most pathetic thing about the weak is their refusal to admit their mistakes.

Before I arrived, you were the strongest in the modern world, weren't you?! But whether you're here or not, the fundamentally tragic nature of this world hasn't changed—you haven't truly changed anything!

His words were like icicles, piercing straight to the core.

"They are, after all, extraordinary individuals born in the warm bed of capitalism, lacking in the courage to change the world."

Do you know the saying, "With lofty aspirations, we dare to sacrifice ourselves and change the world"?

In the end, you don't think I'm very "loving" of people, do you?

I'm sick and tired of this grotesque farce of humans oppressing and trampling on each other.

If I didn't possess supernatural powers, I would choose to accept reality. But now—"

Theo raised his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, as if he wanted to grasp the entire world before him in his palm.

"I will make changes."

I will do the things you can do but are unwilling to do. I will also do the things you can do but are unable to do.

If I were to become that flawless, shining sun in the sky, even if my light never belongs to anyone, there would be no cruelty in it.

The stars appear cruel only because they never share their heat with the masses, but burn fiercely only for themselves in the cold void.

He looked at Gojo Satoru, his eyes burning with an almost divine ambition and absolute confidence:

"Just watch, I will destroy the entire old world! I look forward to the day you become a 'comrade'."

"Hmm..." Gojo Satoru remained silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled. "Power can solve many problems. But what if you encounter a problem that even power can't solve?"

"Then let's raise our strength to a level that can solve the problem."

Theo answered almost without hesitation, his answer decisive.

"The strong don't worry about these kinds of problems. Collective wisdom is good, but ultimately there must be a decision-maker who can take responsibility and make the final call—and that person can certainly be me!"

There can't be two suns in the sky, so how could I allow the stars to shine in broad daylight? If necessary, I will take action and shoot down any untimely 'stars' one by one.

He looked directly into Gojo Satoru's eyes, eyes hailed as the "source of all strength," and delivered his final verdict: "You are strong, Gojo Satoru. But your heart is too weak!"

"Hahahahahaha—" Gojo Satoru suddenly covered his face with his hands, threw his head back, and burst into a near-maniacal laugh, "There can't be two suns in the sky! Hahahahahaha—There can't be two suns in the sky!"

Amidst the laughter, countless images flashed through his mind: the deceased Haibara Yu, the unfamiliar sorcerers and non-sorcerers whose names he had never remembered who died in the missions, and Xia Youjie's lonely figure as he left...

There are distinctions between close and distant relationships, and different levels of love.

His protection ultimately has its limits, and beyond those limits lies the abyss he chooses not to look into.

"I see... You're right, you're absolutely right!"

Gojo Satoru lowered his hand, his manic smile still present, but something in his eyes was being completely ignited and reshaped.

"I will fly high into the sky and become the sun in the sky."

The masses will flourish in my light, and all evil and injustice will have nowhere to hide.

As long as I can keep burning, the place where I am will be a "torch," not "ashes"!

From afar, Xia Youjie called out, "Hey—how long are you guys going to keep this philosophical debate going?"

"Alright, Natsume, don't worry." Theo didn't turn his head, his voice filled with absolute confidence, "No one will die. I'll just... give Mr. Gojo a good beating."

"That applies to you too!"

Gojo Satoru pointed forward with one hand, striking that classic pose that proclaims a challenge, his smile radiant.

"Although I am grateful to you for saving my only best friend, the title of 'strongest' is ultimately decided by fists and feet."

It seems you've misunderstood something, so let me explain—"

His voice carried clearly across the wilderness:

"So you're the challenger?"

"Haha," Theo's laughter was deep and resonant, "After today, the title of 'Strongest' will change hands!"

The moment the words fell, two powerful magical forces, each capable of tearing the heavens apart, collided violently!