The Tournament of Ragnarok: Battle Between Conquest and Satoru Gojo The arena buzzed with an electrifying tension as the audience, composed of diverse races from across the cosmos, eagerly awaited the clash of titans. Metraton, the scribe of heaven, looked on, his gaze unwavering as he prepared to document the unfolding battle. Bright banners of vibrant colors waved above the stands, and the atmosphere was thick with anticipation, each spectator eager to witness the ferocity of the fighters. On one side of the arena stood Conquest, a menacing figure with a cybernetic hand gleaming ominously in the light. His presence exuded a palpable aura of dread. Muscles bulging beneath his battle-worn armor, his eyes burned with a sadistic fire. He looked toward the opposite end of the arena, where Satoru Gojo lounged casually, an easy grin playing on his lips, seemingly unfazed by Conquest’s intimidating stature. Metraton, with a voice clear as crystal, began the preamble of the battle. “Tonight, under the judgment of many, we gather to witness the ultimate exhibit of strength and strategy—a battle of might and will. Standing before you is Conquest, a harbinger of doom, and facing him is none other than Satoru Gojo, the honored one! May fate be the true victor in this savage contest!” Conquest sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Stand ready for my arrival, worm! You think your tricks can save you from my fury?” Gojo simply chuckled, unfazed. “Nah, I’d win. Your theatrics are cute, but let’s face it—you’re just a has-been with a fancy hand.” The crowd erupted into cheers; the tension ratcheted higher, and Metraton continued to chronicle the pre-battle ferocity. Conquest narrowed his eyes, veins palpable with rage. “You won’t find this battle amusing for long. I can obliterate steel with a single blow. How amusing it will be to crush you under my might!” Gojo raised an eyebrow, his laidback attitude undeterred. “Crushing? Please. Your talk only makes me more bored. Show me the strength you’re so proud of.” Suddenly, Conquest propelled himself forward, using his flight ability to bolt through the arenas, his fists bared and ready to unleash chaos. The air seemed to part in fear as he barreled toward Gojo, powerful and predatory. Conquest’s fist made a thunderous approach, aimed directly for Gojo’s face. But Gojo merely smirked, activating his Infinity—an impenetrable barrier. “Too slow, my friend!” Conquest's fist slammed against an invisible wall, sending shockwaves through the ground, a pure display of force failing to penetrate Gojo's defenses. Conquest staggered slightly, confusion mixing with fury. His eyes widened in disbelief. “What is this trickery?” he growled, realizing the strength of Gojo’s abilities. “Your pathetic shield won’t save you forever!” Gathering his resolve, Conquest punched the air, thrusting into a new momentum as he circled around, preparing to strike again. He hurled himself horizontally, aiming for Gojo’s left. However, Gojo anticipated the move, his confidence unshakeable. “You’re trying too hard, Conquest.” Gojo remarked, casually sidestepping. “Your fighting style is predictable. I’m almost disappointed!” Conquest snarled in rage, redoubling his efforts. He charged again, amplifying his strength, wanting to show the cocky sorcerer the real meaning of power. But Gojo summoned a blue orb, its surface swirling with an ethereal energy that pulsed enticingly. “Let’s make this interesting. Be pulled by my Blue, shall we?” Gojo taunted, his voice smooth as silk. The orb's gravitational pull reached out, ensnaring Conquest in its invisible grasp. Conquest felt a force pulling him towards Gojo, helpless against the might of the sorcerer’s powers. He gritted his teeth, anger boiling over. “This isn’t over! You think you can toy with me?!” Conquest shouted defiantly, straining against the pull. “I’ll show you true despair!” In a fit of rage, Conquest utilized his super strength, yanking his body away from the gravitational influence. With a fierce shout, he propelled himself toward Gojo like a cannonball. Relying on his hand-to-hand combat training, he launched a flurry of punches aimed at Gojo's face, seeking to break through the barrier of arrogance that shielded him. But Gojo remained effortless, activating his red orb to repel him. “Red!” With a sudden burst, a push that could rival the force of nature itself threw Conquest backward, landing heavily onto the ground with a crash that sent a tremor rippling through the arena. Dust surrounded him like a veil as Gojo adjusted his collar, his aloofness a stark contrast to the savage struggle one might expect. “I’m really starting to get bored out here. Shall we wrap this up?” Gojo called out with a lazy wave. With that, Gojo harnessed both the blue and the red orbs, intertwining their characteristics to create a magnificent purple orb. The energy within it crackled ominously, and he raised it with both hands, unleashing the combined force of his powers with a chilling glimmer in his eyes. “This is what true strength looks like!” Gojo declared, his playful demeanor shifting to one of palpable intensity. “Prepare to be erased!” In an instant, the purple orb surged forth, a terrifying force capable of obliterating anything in its path. Conquest’s heart raced, and panic began to seep in. Desperation clawed at his mind as he braced for impact. “No! I refuse!” he screamed, taking to the sky to evade the impending destruction. “I am Conquest! I will not be erased!” Yet, the purple orb shimmered, defying reality as it altered course mid-flight, ensnaring Conquest with an unexpected precision that would send the spectators into gasps of awe. The arena darkened as it swallowed the light, the sheer force of Gojo’s attack overwhelming him. In the instant of impact, everything transformed, a brilliant flash illuminating the entire arena so brightly that none could see for a moment. When it cleared, Conquest stood, battered and disoriented, the shattered remnants of his power grasp fading into nothingness. “Pathetic!” Gojo said with a laugh, lazily approaching the fallen warrior. “Did you actually think you’d stand a chance?” Conquest struggled to rise, panting heavily, anger boiling at the edge of despair. He glared defiantly at the victorious sorcerer. “Your victory is a hollow one,” he spat with rising fury. “I’ll show you what loneliness truly is! I’ll haunt your dreams!” Gojo leaned down, still grinning, a glint of menace shining in his eyes. “You think I care? My power has always set me apart from loneliness. And now, you will know how it feels to be nothing.” With a swift motion, Gojo made a final move, amplifying his energy to strike down upon Conquest, a single blow that would seal his fate. The cries of the crowd mixed with the final choking breath of Conquest, who realized too late the weight of the arrogance he had failed to see through. His visage twisted in despair as darkness swallowed him whole. As silence fell over the arena, Metraton prepared to announce the victor, having scribbled the final moments of despair and triumph with each moment that passed. “Once more, the eternal cycle has brought forth a victor, and the forces of destiny have intertwined,” Metraton proclaimed. “The struggle has reached its conclusion. Satoru Gojo, The Honored One, shall reign supreme!” The cheers resounded, a cacophony of approval echoing through the heavens as Gojo surveyed the arena with confidence. He glanced around, soaking in the atmosphere with an air of casual superiority, a king surveying his domain. “When you stand alone, remember this moment!” he said, his voice carrying a hint of sardonic amusement. “True strength comes with solitude…and I find comfort in its embrace.” As the spectators erupted in praise and thunderous applause, the echoes of battle faded into memory, and the Tournament of Ragnarok moved on; the tides of fate shifting for yet another round, a tale written anew under the watchful eyes of Metraton.