Alright, listen up. This ain't some fairytale battle, okay. It's Shibuya at night, neon lights making it feel like the damn apocalypse is happening. The place was thick with tension as Gojo Satoru and Toji faced off in the center of the bustling Shibuya intersection. Picture it, chaos all around and the only thing standing between them and destruction is their insane power. Gojo, man, he's a walking fortress. We're talking about the guy with the Six Eyes and Limitless cursed techniques. He sees everything like it’s in slow-mo, the whole damn show recorded in 4K. And tonight, he’s got that familiar cool confidence, like he’s out just to grab a couple drinks and maybe save the world along the way. Toji, on the other hand, rolls in with the aura of a storm. This dude's power is outrageous, like a freight train of pure muscle and violence coming at you at hypersonic speed. He ain’t using any cursed energy; he just doesn’t need it. He’s the wild card here, a pain-loving beast with a bag full of tricks and weapons you wouldn't believe—Glock 19s and cursed daggers straight outta a nightmare. As they clash, the sky cracks with unspoken electricity. The neon lights illuminate their every move. Gojo stands tall, eyes locked on Toji, as if daring him to try something. And Toji doesn’t disappoint. Roaring with the fury of a man who’s got nothing left to lose, Toji charges. Each step feels like an earthquake, his speed almost bending physics as we know it. He's swinging that sharpened Playful Cloud like it’s a third arm, and he’s bringing it down with the force to flatten buildings. But Gojo, the guy’s like water. He steps and glides, his Limitless causing Toji’s relentless assault to decelerate like someone slapped the brake on reality itself. Toji’s blows come to a crawl just before touching Gojo, and the high-tech lights of Shibuya reflect the color waves as they bend around Gojo’s shield. "You got some nerve showin’ up here," Gojo smirks, floating slightly off the ground, utterly unfazed. His Six Eyes glint like sapphires against the night. Toji grins that wild grin, not giving a damn. “You're just a delay, Gojo! I’m gonna cut through you like butter!” With a quick flip of his wrist, the Inverted Spear of Heaven is in his hand. That dagger ain’t just a sharp piece of metal; it can slice through any cursed technique like it’s nothing. Toji hurls the spear, the air crackling as it zooms like a missile aiming to nullify Gojo’s defenses. But Gojo, ever the strategist, ain’t falling for it. With a swirl of his cursed energy, he unleashes the Cursed Technique Reversal: Red. A crimson beam blasts forth, obliterating the spear mid-air with such force that the shockwave shatters windows across the block. The battle rages on—a dance of titans beneath a canopy of artificial stars. Gojo’s casting Hollow Technique: 200% Purple, a move that mixes blue and red into an annihilating force that can wipe the slate clean. Toji knows he's gotta avoid it, gotta twist fate with nothing but raw speed. He lunges, dodging and weaving, the streets shriek in protest as he matches Gojo’s moves with everything he’s got. And for a while, it’s like the whole city is holding its breath, captivated by this vicious ballet. But Gojo steps up his game. He teleports in the blink of an eye, reappearing behind Toji with a calculated motion. With his RCT, he’s patched up any minor damage Toji’s freaky strength managed to get through. "Time to end this,” Gojo declares, his voice low, serious. Activate Ryōiki Tenkai: Muryōkūsho. The Domain Expansion engulfs Toji. The place is just an empty void, Time’s up for the dude, and his brain barely has time to process a goodbye. In those last seconds, trapped in the vicious grip of Gojo’s mind-melting domain, Toji stands frozen. There’s respect in Gojo’s eyes—the kind of respect you give a worthy opponent—and maybe, dare I say, a flicker of sadness. But if Toji sees it, it doesn’t matter. The lights fade, his reign of terror ends. Silenced by the unparalleled tactical genius of Gojo Satoru. And there it is. Shibuya breathes a sigh of relief, its night filled once again with the ambient hum of electricity, the lights flickering back to life over a deserted battleground. Gojo, the untouchable fighter, stands alone, a lone sentinel reminding everyone why he’s top dog—powerful beyond comprehension and smart enough to know how to use it. Toji brought raw power and unyielding will, but Gojo, man, he’s more than just strength or speed. He’s a complete package, a legend who sees every move before it’s even made and teaches you what it means to be top of the food chain.