The Second Strongest Sorcerer (Jujutsu Kaisen x Male Reader)

The Only Way

A primal instinct of every human being is to hold back ever so slightly when attacking.

It's not about choice; it's ingrained, a deep-rooted mechanism of self-preservation.

A limiter almost, wired into the very fabric of evolution and survival of a living organism.

The mind is always aware of the risk: the chance of missing, the potential to be countered, the inevitability of pain if things go wrong.

It is broken only in the face of true life-or-death desperation. And when that shatters.

The unleashed power of the living organism can be more than doubled.

However.

But what if this could be harnessed at will?

What if someone could attack without any hesitation, without fear of injury, because...

They could heal themselves no matter the damage?

Only few could ever hope to achieve such a state...

(Y/N) surged forward like a sprinter off the starting block, his feet pounding the ground with explosive force.

His body was loose but coiled with power, his eyes wide with exhilaration, and his lips twisted into a grin that only grew more feral with each step.

His open hands clawed at the air as if eager to rip through whatever stood in his way.

Gojo stood firm, dropping into a defensive stance.

He readied himself for a punch, a kick, anything

Anything except for what came next.

(Y/N) disappeared.

A portal had opened beneath his feet, swallowing him whole.

Gojo's gaze snapped to his side as he instinctively felt the cursed energy signature of another portal materializing.

He smirked. He'd seen this trick too many times now.

"RIGHT HERE!"

Gojo swung his fist toward the portal without hesitation, aiming to catch (Y/N) mid-emergence.

But the punch never connected. (Y/N) was already faster—so much faster than before.

Emerging with unrelenting momentum, (Y/N) drove his fist into Gojo's chest.

The impact thundered like a cannon blast, sending Gojo hurtling down, his body crashing into the ground with enough force to shake the earth beneath them.

Gojo's breath hitched as his back slammed into the concrete, his mind scrambling to process the sudden increase in (Y/N)'s speed and even strength.

This wasn't the (Y/N) he'd been fighting before.

Before he could recover, (Y/N) was on him again. He grabbed Gojo by the collar of his now nearly shredded shirt, yanking him up from the ground with raw force.

And without hesitation, (Y/N) slammed their foreheads together in a headbutt with a sickening crack. At this point, coating himself in Domain Amplification had become second nature to (Y/N), a reflex so ingrained it was as effortless as breathing.

Blood soon streamed down both their faces, but neither seemed to care.

And for a moment, they just stared at each other.