For the universally acknowledged invincible Gojo Satoru to claim that someone could defeat him?
Even if the odds were a meager 1%, having a chance and having none are entirely different matters!
Moreover, Gojo himself said this was calculated without taking the opponent's innate technique into account; the actual probability could only be higher.
Megumi's heart pounded furiously as he took deep breaths to calm his emotions. If today's words were to spread, they would undoubtedly cause an uproar in the Jujutsu world.
At this moment, Chu Yang, who had been in a dazed state, slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was clear and bright.
Gojo Satoru was taken aback for a moment before a smile crept onto his lips.
The Chu Yang before him didn't seem to be in a state of Sukuna's possession.
Fully assimilated?
Or temporarily suppressed?
Gojo couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
Could there truly be someone in this world capable of fully assimilating Sukuna's power?
To be safe, Gojo decided to test Chu Yang.
His method was straightforward.
In an instant, Gojo disappeared and reappeared in front of Chu Yang.
In his hand was a pitch-black orb, formed by compressing space using Jujutsu.
This small orb was powerful enough to destroy the school they were standing beside.
At that moment, Gojo pressed the orb toward Chu Yang's face.
Sensing the terrifying energy emanating from it, Chu Yang's expression gradually came to life, as though awakening from a long dream.
His pupils turned white, and blood-red tomoe emerged in his eyes.
The moment the Rinnegan appeared, the orb in Gojo's hand vanished, and his expression froze as his consciousness was drawn into another realm.
It was only a brief moment of distraction, but Gojo found himself in an unfamiliar space, surrounded by endless white mist.
"Where is this?"
"I was just near the school. How did I end up here in the blink of an eye..."
"I'm not old enough to be senile yet, am I?"
Gojo scratched his chin, seemingly contemplating life, when he suddenly remembered Chu Yang's strange eyes.
"Are those eyes Yang's technique? Is this his domain?"
"Somewhat similar to my Six Eyes."
"As expected of little Yang-Yang!"
Gojo shamelessly praised Chu Yang in a cringeworthy tone, even throwing in a compliment for himself.
At that moment, Chu Yang materialized before Gojo.
The two locked eyes.
Chu Yang sighed, "I'm begging you, stop calling me that in such a disgusting tone."
But Gojo, enjoying himself, paid no mind to Chu Yang's plea. Like a curious child, he looked around at Chu Yang's illusionary space.
"Is this inside your domain?"
"No."
"Then what is this place?"
"A space created by illusion."
"Is it a technique?"
"You could say that."
"It feels quite real. If this is fake, then what's happening outside?"
"No matter how much time passes in here, it's only an instant in the outside world."
"Oh~~~" Gojo marveled at Chu Yang, "That's impressive. To blur the concept of time—a remarkable technique."
Chu Yang snapped his fingers, and the surroundings instantly transformed into a classroom resembling the layout of Jujutsu High.
"You probably have more pressing questions, don't you?"
Chu Yang casually pulled out a chair and sat down.
Gojo stared at Chu Yang for a moment before finally asking, "How did it taste?"
Chu Yang frowned slightly. "Terrible, like chewing on rubber."
Gojo laughed. "You seem fine. What about Sukuna?"
Chu Yang stretched lazily. "Describing it as 'dead' isn't accurate. I'd say he has temporarily disappeared."
Gojo nodded, as if expecting this, and praised, "Facing Sukuna in the mental realm instead of the real world—his home turf—is no small feat."
Chu Yang shook his head. "No matter where it is, his power is vastly diminished compared to his peak. I merely defeated a non-peak Sukuna, and that's the truth."
Gojo pulled out a chair and sat directly opposite Chu Yang, staring at him intently. "To be honest, even if Sukuna had all 20 fingers, you'd still have the confidence to defeat him, wouldn't you?"
Had Chu Yang's Zanpakutō not been born yet, he might have been more reserved.
But now, he nodded matter-of-factly. "It's not about confidence. I would definitely win."
The overwhelming confidence in his words instantly infected Gojo, and an uncontrollable excitement spread across his face.
Just like him!
This self-assured arrogance reminded Gojo of his younger self.
Above the heavens and earth, I alone reign supreme!
He couldn't resist the urge to fight...
Gojo's smile widened as he took a deep breath, locking eyes with Chu Yang.
Chu Yang calmly said, "As you mentioned earlier, this is my home turf."
Gojo asked back, "So what?"
Chu Yang shrugged and smiled. "If you want a beating, I don't mind—just don't hold a grudge later."
Cursed energy surged around Gojo like a torrent. His eyes, like crystals, shimmered with mystery and beauty.
But just as he prepared to unleash his technique, his cursed energy vanished completely.
It felt as though his very energy had been erased.
Only then did Gojo understand what Chu Yang meant by "home turf." In this realm, Chu Yang could rewrite reality to his will.
Gojo gained a deeper understanding of illusions.
The next second, the scene shifted.
Gojo was bound to a cross.
Chu Yang stood before him, holding a blade.
The scene was eerily familiar.
Gojo's snow-white hair made it hard for Chu Yang not to draw comparisons.
Chu Yang decided to let Gojo experience Kakashi's signature punishment.
"I surrender..."
Sensing the hostile intent, Gojo quickly admitted defeat. Under such disadvantageous conditions, only a fool would resist.
But Chu Yang ignored him, slowly pressing the blade against Gojo's chest, wearing a smile that sent shivers down Gojo's spine.
...
In reality, only a single blink had passed. Gojo's dazed expression regained focus, soon replaced by fear.
He had assumed that an illusory space wouldn't bring true pain.
Yet every stab from Chu Yang's blade felt no different from real wounds.
What truly chilled Gojo was the helplessness—being unable to use any cursed energy amidst inhuman torment.
It was despairing, like drowning in a vast ocean with no hope in sight.
Thankfully, Chu Yang had stopped short, sparing him from further misery. Though shaken, Gojo managed to keep his composure.
Had Chu Yang pushed him too far, Gojo's subconscious might have triggered a violent counterattack.
Calming himself, Gojo turned to Fushiguro Megumi. "How long was I out?"
Megumi replied, confused, "You weren't out. You just froze for a moment when your technique stopped."
Gojo took a deep breath, his face twisting into a chilling smile.
Megumi shuddered—Gojo only smiled like this when he was furious.
Before Gojo could lash out, Chu Yang cut him off, saying, "You asked for it. No holding grudges, remember?"
Gojo's expression froze, his face flushing red as unspoken rage caught in his throat.
"Teacher Yang, are you okay?"
Megumi's voice broke the tension, snapping Gojo out of his anger.
Chu Yang smiled and nodded.
"Sukuna's fingers..."
"I've absorbed them."
Gojo waved dismissively, signaling Megumi to stop probing, ignoring his shocked expression entirely.
"Come back to Jujutsu High with me. There's no hiding the fact that you've consumed Sukuna's fingers, so it's better to come clean."
"Sorcerers who sought power by devouring Sukuna's fingers litter Jujutsu history, but they all failed."
"Now, it seems the best solution is to let you absorb the rest and eliminate this thousand-year scourge of the Jujutsu world."
Gojo put his blindfold back on, seemingly abandoning the idea of sparring with Chu Yang here.