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The next few days were extremely hectic for every sorcerer involved. The public in Shibuya only knew one thing, the name ‘Gojo Satoru’ and only that random incidents kept happening.
They could see the transfigured humans, and they even saw the moment those transfigured humans were killed off. To them it seemed like they had dissipated into thin air. But it didn't ease their terror.
In the end, many new curses were born from the rumors about the Shibuya incident- including the coma patients that was found frozen in Basement Level 5 among the bodies of torn humans and other beings.
Basically, what it meant was that all forces that knew about curses were all dispatched to Shibuya for clean up.
So it was ridiculously hectic after the incident itself was over with. Gojo Satoru, for the first time, was being dragged into meetings instead of being asked to do a billion missions at once.
Yuji even heard a few rumors that Gojo-sensei killed a few of those super annoying elders as a warning, but society and life kept going so he didn't really get to know for sure. There were also rumors about Sukuna going on, though no one had actually approached him about them.
People had seen Sukuna multiple times- walking from the barrier to where Gojo-sensei was sealed, then his cursed energy along with Gojo-sensei's that had enveloped all of Shibuya into a super wide domain barrier. Not to mention the fight in the sky that Sukuna had fought against Fushiguro's scary summon.
So it was obvious that there were rumors going around about him and Sukuna. But it didn't affect him much. The three of them were sent off to missions as usual, and Gojo-sensei was nowhere to be found.
Barely a week later, he appeared again, grinning like an idiot, before dragging Itadori away.
“Today, we're going to talk to Sukuna-kun about getting his own body!" Gojo said, and cheered for himself. Itadori thought back to Sukuna who had stayed silent within him and shuffled his feet.
“Is that a good idea, sensei?" Itadori asked.
Even though he had a clearer idea of who Sukuna was, since the Shibuya Incident, it didn't change the fact that he knew Sukuna would kill people if he was released.
“Don't worry, Yuji-kun! We're gonna have a talk first! So why don't you poke at Sukuna-kun and get him out for a nice long talk?" Gojo-sensei clapped his hands.
Before Itadori could do as he said, he felt a gentle nudge and a sensation of falling asleep, somewhat similar to the other time Sukuna had taken control instead of the time in Shibuya.
“What?" Sukuna asked, placing one tattooed hand on his hips.
“Hmm," Gojo hummed. “This is different from what you did in Shibuya. Itadori said he had full awareness of what was going on then. Why don't we do that instead? It'll be good to have him awake with us!"
Sukuna hissed. “As if I would ever grant him the chance to peak into my thoughts again,” he shot back.
"Well, I tried,” Gojo shrugged lightly but did not insist.
"I want a vow about your cannibalistic tendencies. And the mass murder,” Gojo added casually, wiggling two fingers in front of his face with a smile.
“I don't have an appetite for human flesh," Sukuna snorted.
“Okay, maybe we should bring Itadori on board after all!" Gojo clapped his hands, tone brightly annoying. That was quite irritating actually, he understood why everyone wanted to choke this guy out.
“I have consumed human flesh and enjoyed it," he corrected himself with a deep sigh. “But the primary reason I ate humans was because I possessed the ability to consume foreign cursed energy and make it my own. It is not one of my commonly used abilities, but it was convenient during my youth and after Uraume’s death."
Gojo Satoru was silent.
“Since we're being all open, I have to admit that I don't know what to do with your daughter-"
"If she dies, I'll kill you first,” Sukuna interrupted, well aware of his worry. He was self-aware, thank you. He knew that he would go off the bend if something happened to Uraume again and that was probably the reason for this talk.
Gojo Satoru’s conscience would be clear to allow his incarnation as long as he could be certain Sukuna would not take out his rage on other beings.
Gojo Satoru laughed.
“Are you claiming that I will take responsibility for your daughter’s life?” Gojo asked, pulling down one side of his dark shades to look at him.
"Yes,” Sukuna said blandly. "But also because I made a binding vow to release you from the Prison Realm. The binding vow being that I will not be the cause of your death. Whether I kill you or you kill me, my death after that will be assured.”
It was not often that anyone witnessed Gojo Satoru become speechless. Sukuna had a feeling that he was witnessing a rare sight as the Strongest Sorcerer stared at him expressionlessly.
"Huh,” he finally said after a full minute. "You're really full of surprises, aren't you, Sukuna-chan?”
For some reason, his newly added ‘kun’ title had devolved into an even more humiliating ‘chan’. He wondered if this was how Gojo Satoru showed affection. Rather odd, but he supposed that was acceptable.
"Isn't there a vow you want to extract from me too? Say something like, I'll protect your freedom or save you if you're in trouble?” Gojo asked, half teasing, half serious. Sukuna scoffed.
“I've never needed an assurance of something like that. If I am killed, so be it. If the things precious to me are destroyed, so be it. If I do not have enough strength to live my life as I wish, then let my accursed life end as it has started,” Sukuna stated clearly to him, remembering his child self who knew nothing of the world but a life of peace and was thrown into a wretched hell for it.
Gojo Satoru tilted his head. "And how exactly do you want to live your life?" Gojo asked.
Yet another question to soothe his conscience. They were coming to the core of it now. He had gained enough trust for Gojo to ask his questions and expect honesty in response. Or more likely was, he now knew Sukuna’s cursed energy well enough to verify that he was being truthful with his Six Eyes.
How ridiculously one sided, Sukuna thought, but it didn’t grate on him. It was only natural for him for assess what kind of being Sukuna was and the kind of threat he would become if unleashed.
“An ordinary life, similar to the people of this time,” Sukuna said, smiling a little.
It was funny that he knew how powerful his past life as a card would be only when he faced Gojo Satoru. He had once called the man soft, and he knew that exactly this softness was what would allow him to let Sukuna roam free in his lands.
“Before I was Sukuna, I once lived a life in a time like this. I don’t remember much of it. I forgot most of those memories within my first few years of life. It had almost gotten me killed more times than I would like to admit. I remember being happy, and I remember-“ he closed his eyes and tried to think.
Ah, but he really couldn’t remember much else. He laughed, bitter.
A lifetime of bloodshed was what he remembered better than a lifetime of peace. It made sense since the lifetime where he fought for his life would allow him to survive better, and that was how memories worked.
He looked at Gojo Satoru and underneath that forced blankness he could see a surprised curiosity instead of pity. He wondered if Gojo Satoru had forgotten the feeling of pity already.
He placed his dramatics aside, since he couldn’t be certain it would work. Instead he smiled.
“So? How does that sound for you? An ordinary human-ish life for the King of Curses,” he asked, curious himself about the response it would elicit.
“Hmm,” Gojo Satoru hummed, looking up at the sky with his shades still on. A breeze passed by. “It’s a little disappointing.” He said finally.
“How so?” Sukuna asked undeterred.
“I was expecting something about becoming King or starting your own version of Jujutsu High,” Gojo said, looking back down at Sukuna. Sukuna’s smile widened, amused.
“Did you think I would really tell you if I wanted to do something like that?” He asked.
“Yes, of course. You’d even have a decent chance of convincing me if you were up to it. So it’s a little disappointing to hear that you just want…nothing,” Gojo Satoru waved his hands vaguely.
Sukuna snorted at his exaggeration.
“Go visit the Heian era if you still want to indulge in your grandeur. Humans would either praise you as a god or be driven to murder your entire bloodline. I never found anyone in the middle,” Sukuna said.
“Aside from Uraume,” Gojo said.
Sukuna laughed aloud in response to his ridiculous words.
“Uraume has always praised me as her God, Gojo Satoru,” he smiled, fond despite himself. “She has never known otherwise. I simply grew attached to her because of her mother’s boldness.”
“Oh?” Gojo asked, suddenly interested. “I didn’t realise she was your blood daughter.”
“She is not,” Sukuna rolled his eyes at him. To think he would one day be talking to someone about his lacking love life. “Her mother offered Uraume to me when she was little more than a newborn. I never understood what she was running from, and if she offered her daughter to me thinking I was a God or the Devil. She died at my hands regardless.”
Gojron Satoru looked at him intensely.
“…does she know?” He asked after a long moment, where Sukuna had been expecting some kind of immediate teasing.
“Of course she does,” Sukuna gave Gojo an offended look. “A relationship built on lies can never last. Not even one of a parent and child.”
Gojo Satoru looked away, and Sukuna proceeded to stare at the man. For some reason he had a feeling he knew what was going on.
“That black haired student of yours…” he started.
“Yuji-kun!” Gojo called out abruptly, and Sukuna’s eye twitched in irritation at the tone.
Sukuna gently nudged Yuji to give him time, letting him see through his eyes that he was still talking to his sensei. Yuji lingered behind his eyes. Sukuna sighed.
“It would be better to be honest. However, even if you aren't, your circumstances are different from mine," Sukuna said, thinking of his own relationship with Uraume.
If she was someone else, had a different kind of nature, and he had lied to her about her mother’s death, he had no doubt that it would have resulted in her stabbing him in the back. But something like that would never happen to Gojo Satoru.
Gojo wasn't talking about if his ward would try to kill him, but Sukuna’s answer would remain the same. Regardless of what happened, as long as he was alive, he could win over his child.
“I don't take you for someone who would give up your own child to the memory of another," he said, closing his eyes, and Itadori exchanged places with him.
Gojo was silent, letting him have the last word for once, and Itadori stayed silent, having heard the last bit of what they talked about. Gojo put his hand on Itadori's hair and ruffled it.
“He's such a good guy, Yuji-kun! Even giving your sensei parental advice!" He said light heartedly. Itadori grinned back brightly, unaware of their talk but knowing it went well.
"I suppose I should take his advice after all!” Gojo said cheerfully. “Let's go, Yuji-kun!"
Sukuna was incarnated into his own body.
Gojo Satoru took Uraume and Itadori to some lone island where Uraume and Sukuna hammered out the details of his reincarnation. Uraume got his bones from somewhere and with the resonance between Itadori’s body and his own previous body, along with both their cursed energy, Sukuna transferred his consciousness from Itadori to his hollow vessel.
Of course, this included the three fingers Uraume had found along with two that Gojo Satoru possessed, one relieved from someone during the Shibuya incident, and another that his student had found.
With the complete set of all his fingers, Sukuna’s hollow shell held 5 of his fingers and Sukuna himself held the other 15. Finally, he took over Itadori to allow his soul to leave his vessel and enter his own body.
Sukuna’s cursed energy bloomed around him, Gojo Satoru standing in front of him, Uraume behind him, and Itadori Yuji collapsed at his feet. His past vessel clawed at his chest, panting and making pained noises as he left his body completely.
Itadori Yuji’s body was born to be his. It was meant to house him, born with his finger. It was something he hadn't informed Gojo since he was worried about their inability to carry the ritual out if they couldn't be sure of his vessel’s ability to live without his finger.
And even after the ritual succeeded, Sukuna stayed where he was, watching expressionlessly as his past vessel struggled to keep his body intact without him. It didn't take long for Itadori to adapt to the shock of his body lacking all of Sukuna and he looked up Sukuna and then Gojo-sensei in shock.
“What- what was that?" Itadori asked, still holding onto his heart.
“It seems like Sukuna left some very important things out," Gojo put a hand over Itadori’s shoulder, smiling cheerfully at Sukuna in his true form.
Hm. Gojo wasn't using the cutsey ‘kun’ or ‘chan’ with his name.
“Your heart stopped," Sukuna spoke slowly. “You kept that half-curse from Shibuya alive, right?"
Gojo looked at him expressionlessly before smiling cheerfully and pulling up his dark shades onto his eyes.
“I did," he said cheerfully. “He didn't know anything about Yuji-kun being his brother though! But since we still have the other cursed wombs, he agreed to a vow to not kill any humans!”
Sukuna smiled, amused.
"Kenjaku was once the man you knew as Kamo Noritoshi. He must have taken over Itadori’s mother’s body and given birth to him with my finger inside Itadori. His heart stopped from the shock of the transfer since Itadori Yuji had never lived without my finger within him but he survived because his soul was adaptable enough to accept more than half of my own,” Sukuna explained to the two of them.
Gojo looked almost as flabbergasted as Itadori did.
"Good thing you killed that guy in Shibuya, sensei," Itadori breathed out, looking simultaneously horrified and dizzy from the information.
Gojo Satoru burst into somewhat flabbergasted laughter.
Sukuna slowly stood up, his full height 7 feet towered over both Gojo and Itadori. Gojo less so since he was at least taller than 6 feet.
“Woah," Itadori breathed out. “You're really tall."
Sukuna looked at all four of his arms, before tucking them into the wide arms of the kimono Uraume had made and put on his body for him.
“I am," Sukuna replied, feeling a moment of disorientation at the voice coming externally instead of inside his mind. Then he looked at Gojo Satoru, “So? Have you decided if you want to fight yet?"
Gojo Satoru grinned up at him.
"Nah, but it sure is going to be strange to be looking up at someone instead,” he joked.
Sukuna turned away from them, looking at Uraume instead. Uraume wiped her face into her sleeves and Sukuna softened.
“Come here, Uraume," he called out, and Uraume ran to him, throwing herself into his arms and he pulled her to sit on his lower left arm, the upper one rubbing her back and she buried her face into his neck. He pet her hair with his other upper arm, the lower one wiping her tears.
“That's a lot of arms," Itadori whispered, sounding somewhere between disturbed and awed.
“It is, isn't it?" Gojo whispered back, sounding delighted for some reason. Uraume glared at the two with half teary eyes and Sukuna gently wiped her face clean.
“Shut up! Sukuna-sama’s arms are the best!" She snapped at the two. Sukuna smiled fondly at Uraume.
“They didn't mean it like that, Uraume," Sukuna petted her a little more aggressively, until Uraume stopped hissing at the two of them.
“Sukuna-sama, what do you wish to do now?" Uraume asked, turning her full attention to Sukuna.
“Well, let's find a place where jujutsu sorcerers won't bother us, first," Sukuna teased her.
"How about here?” Gojo offered. Sukuna gave him a look.
“These islands are owned by other people, are they not?" Uraume asked, tilting her head curiously.
Sukuna raised a judgemental brow at Gojo. If they had fought, let alone this island, the entire set of them would have been destroyed. Gojo cocked his hips and held up a victory sight.
“Don't worry, I bought them!" He grinned.
“Huh? Sensei, you bought all the islands here?" Itadori asked, wide eyed.
“Yes, Yuji-kun! Your sensei is very rich!" Gojo petted Itadori's head. Sukuna hummed, suspiciously. He discreetly petted Uraume and saw Gojo rub Itadori’s hair as well. Sukuna smirked, letting go of her hair.
“Since you're that rich, don't mind if I do," Sukuna accepted directly.
“Sukuna-sama?" Uraume looked at him doubtfully.
“What does it matter if he wants to keep a better eye on us? It has never bothered us before," Sukuna replied.
“If that is what you will," Uraume accepted his words immediately. “However I have continued the life my incarnation has in order to blend in.” Uraume looked slightly reluctant to leave it, and Sukuna couldn’t help but smile at her.
“Good job, Uraume," he praised her. “Are you going to school?" Uraume nodded obediently.
"Then continue your life. I don't have any plans to die anytime soon, so you can visit on weekends or whenever you wish. Since I have no intention of starting any massacres, I don’t believe Gojo Satoru intends to fight to the death simply because he's too bored of the mundane.”
Uraume still looked hesitant, and Sukuna watched her carefully.
“What is it?" He asked her gently.
“Won't you be lonely, Sukuna-sama?" She said carefully. Sukuna blinked at her in surprise.
“Ah, Uraume, without you I’d be so lonely. Killing humans can only entertain me for so long!"
“No," Sukuna told her. “As long as you're alive, I won't be."
He ignored the irritating sound of Itadori sniffing softly in the corner. Uraume, who had always taken him at his word, looked relieved and smiled brightly at him.
“Don't worry about it, Uraume-chan! I'll take good care of Sukuna-chan," Gojo popped in.
“That's Sukuna-sama to you!" Uraume glared at him. “And Sukuna-sama doesn't need any more of your care!"
Gojo giggled at her irritated reaction. Sukuna had flashbacks to every female in Gojo’s vicinity having the overwhelming desire to kill him. Or at least hit him really really hard.
“That's enough, Uraume," he redirected her emotions away so his daughter didn't burst a blood vessel out of sheer vexation.
“Alright, speak. What else do you want," Sukuna asked Gojo.
Gojo Satoru threw a phone at him.
“You promised to heal my students and colleagues, remember? Of course we need a way to contact you!" He grinned, wrapping an arm around Itadori. "I put my number in it. Along with a few more. All of them are my colleagues so don't ignore the calls, all right?”
Gojo Satoru looked a moment away from sticking his tongue out like a schoolboy.
“I won't," Sukuna deadpanned.
“You should come by Jujutsu High as well!" He said cheerfully.
“Won't they try to kill him?" Itadori asked, looking doubtfully at his teacher.
"Do you really think anyone aside from me can kill Ryoumen Sukuna?” Gojo snorted.
“No one can kill Sukuna-sama!" Uraume declared, glaring and Sukuna rubbed her head a little roughly.
“All right, enough out of you. You have been missing school, haven't you?" He scolded.
“They don't teach anywhere as well as you do, Sukuna-sama!" Uraume sniffed arrogantly.
"They teach a different method of survival than I taught you. You understand that, don't you?” Sukuna sighed. Uraume nodded, scowling.
“Hmm," Gojo hummed aloud. “You did invent the highest level of cursed energy manipulation. How about coming to teach at Jujutsu High?"
Sukuna stared at Gojo.
“No!" Uraume interrupted, clutching Sukuna’s kimono tightly. “Sukuna-sama is not allowed to teach anyone but me!"
Gojo blinked at her before smiling. “But if he’s at Jujutsu High you can come meet him easier during the weekdays too. And when you reach High School next year, he can teach you about the Jujutsu World of this time as well."
Uraume visibly wavered.
“Stop spouting nonsense," Sukuna snapped at him.
“Why would it be nonsense? In fact, it would be a better solution than keeping yourself secluded on a random island. It would be peaceful, but it would be ridiculously boring, right? It's not like anyone other than me can kill you. The Prison Realm is also destroyed. You can even continue to research more about cursed energy. Just because you had a dream long ago of having this, it doesn't mean that your dream needs to stay stagnant, right?” Gojo Satoru reasoned.
Uraume looked at him as he considered Gojo’s words. It wasn't like he was wrong, and now that something a little more peaceful had found him, he wasn't averse to actually helping people.
The biggest reason why he had become ‘Ryoumen’ was because the jujutsu clans and their allies hunted him down and labelled him as the enemy, after he had destroyed his family’s clan. Being a four armed monster had just been easier to swallow than being a four armed human.
The jujutsu clans wouldn't be able to label him as enemy as long as Gojo Satoru didn't turn against him, and the sorcerer hadn't shown aversion to him despite being taunted with the massacres Sukuna had once created and even the almost-death of his student.
For some reason, he could feel his face heat up as he actually considered Gojo Satoru’s request. Why did it feel embarrassing to accept his offer when he hadn't felt it when accepting an entire island?
“Remember your vow!" Uraume suddenly said, and Sukuna looked at her curiously. Also, for some reason, both Gojo Satoru and Itadori Yuji were staring at him.
“He’s blushing, right?" Itadori ‘whispered’ to Gojo.
“He is! He is!" Gojo ‘whispered’ back excitedly.
"Stop teasing Sukuna-sama!” Uraume yelled at them.
"It's all right, Uraume,” he sighed, pulling his daughter closer. Why did he feel like she would have early stress induced high blood pressure if she didn't have cursed energy? He hadn't known Uraume to be so easily triggered either.
“As long as your Principal doesn't die of shock at my appearance, I suppose I wouldn't mind accepting your offer,” Sukuna said, trying not to redden under Gojo Satoru’s raised brow. He tucked his arms in his kimono, staring back.
Itadori leaned in towards Gojo, about to ‘whisper’ something to him again. Sukuna took out one arm and snapped his fingers, putting a little of his cursed energy until it sounded like a thunderclap.
Uraume barely winced, Gojo wasn't affected at all, but Itadori yelped, hand covering his ears.
“What was that for?!" He yelled, a little too loud. Sukuna reached out with a finger and healed his eardrums. Gojo just looked amused.
“It is rude to whisper loudly in the presence of company," he gave his past vessel a condescending look.
Itadori was about to say something before he clamped his mouth shut. Then he straightened his shoulders and faced him like they were about to head to battle.
“Your appearance isn't that scary!" He yelled at him. Sukuna blinked.
Was he about to ‘whisper' that to Gojo?
Uraume started giggling. When the three of them looked at her, she had a hand clamped over her mouth, and looked up with a wide-eyed alarmed look at Sukuna.
“I wasn't speaking of my appearance-" Sukuna started.
“Sukuna-sama’s appearance is scary!” Uraume declared. "Sukuna-sama has caused deaths with his mere appearance!”
"That was my cursed energy,” Sukuna explained, bewildered at the turn of events. But for some reason, Itadori ignored his words.
"Yeah? Well, Gojo-sensei has caused a woman to faint just by showing his eyes,” Itadori retaliated. Gojo Satoru nodded along.
"It was probably hypoglycemia! Humans are pitifully weak and they faint at everything. They don't count! Sukuna-sama has started battles just by showing his presence!” Uraume shot back. Sukuna stared at Uraume, blinking rapidly.
"Well, Gojo-sensei has stopped battles with his presence! I bet he stopped assassins just by looking at them!” Itadori threw back. Gojo sagely nodded at his words.
Sukuna stepped away, letting the two of them…fight? argue?
“What are they doing?" He asked Gojo Satoru, for lack of anyone else to ask. Gojo looked up at him with a lazy smirk.
“They're competing in who's a better parental figure," Gojo said, stroking his chin knowingly.
Sukuna tilted his head, watching the two devolved into a petty name-calling and then back to ‘Gojo-sensei is great’ and ‘no, Sukuna-sama is greater’.
He had never seen Uraume behave so childishly in his life. She had acted spoiled towards him, but it felt like since he had received her from her mother, Uraume had rarely misstepped, and had never troubled Sukuna in any way.
Aside from her occasionally zealous worship towards him, she had fulfilled a role of his attendant, daughter, cook, seamstress, planner, negotiator, host and many more without a single word of complaint.
He had taken care of her and provided for her, but she had grown up and learnt some things from him, and then from the humans they hadn't killed and after experimenting by herself had elevated herself into a position of service for him. She had never quite gotten the chance to be a child, not truly, not always.
If she hadn't grown stronger, she would have been crushed by his released cursed energy. If she hadn't gotten stronger, he wouldn't even have had the chance to protect her.
He sighed, feeling his tensed body relax as he exhaled. A faint smile came to his face at the light heartedness Uraume showed.
“Isn't it you?" Sukuna stated obviously, staring at the points Uraume had brought up with a wry twist of his lips. Gojo looked at him.
“You know, aren't you a little too self-deprecating for the King of Curses?" Gojo asked casually, looking at him with glossy pink lips and cerulean blue eyes.
“Am I?” He said dryly. "Must be because I even became one because humans wouldn't accept me as one of them.”
“Wow," Gojo clapped, grinning. “You enjoy trauma dumping huh?"
“Should I bring out yours instead?" He retaliated. “About that sad little reversed cursed energy user of yours, or perhaps the body Kenjaku possessed?"
Gojo placed a hand on his heart.
“I don't think I deserved that," he said mock-sincerely.
"My apologies then,” he deadpanned back. There was a tinge of sincerity in both their words, but they didn't bother to acknowledge it.
“Perhaps, I should leave them alone for a while, so we can introduce you to the Principal!" Gojo said cheerfully.
He clamped his hand around one of his arms, and before Sukuna knew it, space folded in front of them and they stepped out in the middle of Jujutsu High, still teeming with people.
“Hello everyone! This is Ryoumen Sukuna! He has decided to join Jujutsu High as a teacher! Give him a warm welcome, hmm?" Gojo Satoru declared to all the sorcerers around them.
The moment his name came out of his lips, every sorcerer had a weapon in their hand, aimed at Sukuna. Sukuna sighed deeply, both sets of arms tucked under his kimono’s arms.
“This is my favorite kimono," he complained.
“It's your only kimono!" Gojo said cheerfully, before he let go of him and vanished.
Sukuna stood still, not even moving his eyes too suddenly in case they wanted to start a fight. He wondered how long they could hold their sense of tension as they stood in a stand off, one of the sorcerers that had fainted at Gojo’s declaration and subsequent disappearance was being dragged into the inner hallways. Or it might be because of his terrifying cursed energy.
He stood still as a statue. Waiting.
People murmured, confused before someone brought up the brilliant idea that Gojo Satoru had made a vow with Sukuna where he could not hurt jujutsu sorcerers. Not correct, but not incorrect either.
He could harm them…as long as he made sure to heal them afterwards. And of course, this only applies to people Gojo Satoru had specifically claimed and not every sorcerer there was. Unfortunately for them, Gojo Satoru didn't not make careful, well considered and all rounded vows like that. It would have cost him too much to force Sukuna into such a vow.
Fortunately for them, Sukuna was not the kind of being they were taught about and he had no desire to tear his way through the Jujutsu clans and sorcerers of this time.
After a full 10 minute stand off where no one dared to quite leave and no one dared to attack, Gojo Satoru appeared again, exactly where he had been 10 minutes ago, but this time he held Itadori Yuji under his arm like a sack of potatoes.
“No one attacked?" Gojo asked, sounding disappointed. “What a shame!"
“Sensei, why do you sound so disappointed?" Itadori asked curiously, looking up at his sensei.
"Because he's a fool,” Sukuna stated.
"Hey! How rude, Sukuna-chan! And just after you scolded Yuji-kun about being rude too!” Gojo teased openly. Sukuna glanced away, finding a sorcerer who had found courage due to Gojo Satoru’s presence.
One moment he was standing there, the next he had a spear in his hand and the sorcerer was standing empty-handed, his cursed energy dissipating out of sheer fright. Sukuna dropped the sub-par spear, and appeared at a random third position, watching boredly as people attacked his previous spot.
He took out one hand out of his kimono sleeves, and clicked his fingers again. This time, instead of a supersonic blast, it created a high frequency vibration of the air around him and the sorcerers who hadn't managed to protect their ears collapsed into a heap.
No one else attacked after that.
“Good enough?" He asked Gojo, and the man tipped his head back and grinned brightly, still carrying Itadori like a sack. In case Sukuna went an extra mile, he guessed.
His infinity even resisted sound, which he found interesting. He didn't quite completely understand all that encompassed Gojo Satoru’s infinity yet, even though he had a clear idea of some methods to circumvent it.
Sukuna appeared in front of him, his finger reaching to tap against infinity, but instead of infinity, Sukuna’s finger tapped gently against Gojo Satoru’s forehead.
For a moment he forgot to breathe.
“Are you crazy?" He breathed out, for a moment so horrified at Gojo Satoru’s action that he didn't even consider the fact that he was attempting to warn someone to be wary of himself.
Gojo’s grin widened.
“Why?" He asked, a hint of curiosity and mock concern in it. “I felt you deaccelerating when you came close."
Sukuna was speechless as he stared down the man known as the Strongest Sorcerer. A man he acknowledged as the Strongest Sorcerer. A man who could have been moments away from death if he so willed it. (Actually, he almost certain that he could circumvent infinity so it was moot anyway, but still! He didn't know that.)
Gojo stepped aside, whistling as he walked past the pile of bodies and the few horrified looking lone sorcerers that made way for them.
“Soft," he murmured to himself, looking away.
Gojo Satoru only laughed in response.
Itadori Yuji whimpered at their obvious flirting in his presence.
Yaga Masamichi did not have a heart attack at Sukuna’s new introduction. But it was very close.