This is Filer , its not meant to be taken serious >.>
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The streets of Tokyo weren't prepared for what was about to happen.
It started with a simple question.
"So," Gojo drawled, twirling a dango stick between his fingers, "how strong are you?"
Ichigo, already regretting this conversation, narrowed his eyes. "Strong enough."
Gojo's lips curled into a smirk. "That's not an answer."
"It's the only one you're getting."
"Wrong again," Gojo sang. Before Ichigo could blink, the sorcerer vanished—then suddenly reappeared just behind him, a hand hovering over his shoulder. No sound. No warning. Just pure, ridiculous speed.
Ichigo tensed. His fingers tightened around Zangetsu's hilt, instincts screaming.
"Whoa there," Gojo chuckled, hands up in mock surrender. "I just wanted to see if you could keep up. Spoiler alert—you almost did."
"Tch." Ichigo turned, scowling. "You wanna fight that bad?"
Gojo clapped his hands together, eyes practically sparkling. "Oh, absolutely."
And before Ichigo could even roll his eyes, space itself warped around them, the air shimmering as Gojo's cursed energy twisted the street into something unreal. Lampposts bent at odd angles, buildings rippled like water, and a nearby vending machine exploded for no apparent reason.
Ichigo let out a sharp breath. "Great. Another guy who messes with physics." He swung Zangetsu up, resting it against his shoulder. "Fine. But don't whine when you lose."
Gojo grinned, slipping his blindfold up just enough to reveal those infinity-blue eyes. "Now that's what I wanna hear."
And then—BANG.
Ichigo vanished in a flash of speed. Gojo met him halfway, their clash sending a shockwave so powerful it shattered windows, flipped cars, and sent an entire flock of terrified pigeons fleeing into the sky.
Pedestrians screamed. Somewhere, a salaryman dropped his coffee.
Tokyo was not ready for this.
Ichigo twisted midair, bringing Zangetsu down with enough force to carve the ground apart, but Gojo barely budged, a shimmering barrier stopping the blade an inch from his face.
"Nice try," Gojo mused before flicking a finger forward. A sudden pulse of energy blasted Ichigo backward, sending him skidding across the pavement, barely stopping himself before crashing into a convenience store.
Ichigo spat out a curse, shaking dust from his hair. "So, that's how it is."
He lunged forward again, his spiritual pressure surging. Gojo merely yawned, sidestepping each swing with lazy precision, making exaggerated "whoosh" noises as he dodged.
"Missed me! Missed me again! C'mon, Mr. Substitute Shinigami, you can do better than that—oh wait, you can't."
Ichigo growled, shifting tactics. "Bankai."
In an instant, his power skyrocketed. The air itself trembled as his black blade lengthened, his speed increasing exponentially. He was suddenly behind Gojo, Zangetsu slashing down in a blur.
Gojo tilted his head. "Oho?"
A shockwave erupted as their energies clashed again, sending cars flipping and signs crashing into the street. The impact nearly flattened a food stall, whose owner poked his head out and screamed, "Oi! Take your superpowered nonsense somewhere else!"
Neither fighter paid him any attention.
Ichigo pressed harder, unleashing a flurry of strikes. Gojo weaved between them with an almost bored expression, as if he were avoiding raindrops rather than deadly attacks.
Then, with a snap of his fingers, he activated Limitless.
Ichigo's next strike stopped mid-swing, inches from Gojo's face, frozen as if trapped in molasses.
"Yeah, see," Gojo said, waggling his finger, "the thing about me is—I don't like getting hit."
Ichigo gritted his teeth, pushing forward, but it was useless. His blade refused to move any closer.
"Alright, you're annoying," Ichigo muttered. "Guess I'll just blow through it."
He pulled back, energy crackling around him. "Getsuga—"
Gojo immediately clapped his hands over his ears. "Oh nooo, not the giant energy slash! Anything but that!"
"—Tensho!"
A tidal wave of black energy roared forward, engulfing Gojo in a blinding explosion that tore up half the street. Smoke billowed, debris rained down, and when the dust settled—
Gojo was standing there, completely unharmed, sipping a bubble tea he had somehow acquired mid-attack.
Ichigo's eye twitched. "Where the hell did you get that?"
Gojo slurped noisily. "Little shop down the street. Really good, you should try it."
Ichigo inhaled deeply through his nose. "I hate you."
Gojo beamed. "Most people do!"
But before Ichigo could lunge again, a new voice interrupted. "OI! What the hell do you think you two are doing?!"
Ichigo and Gojo turned to see a furious police officer stomping toward them, veins bulging on his forehead.
"This is a public area! You're wrecking everything! Do you have any idea how many laws you're breaking right now?!"
Gojo blinked. "Oh wow. He's not running away screaming. That's new."
Ichigo, still gripping Zangetsu, gave the cop a flat stare. "You… do realize we're literally in the middle of fighting, right?"
"I don't care if you're playing Dragon Ball in the streets!" the officer roared. "Someone has to pay for all this!"
Gojo gasped. "Oh no, you mean we actually have to take responsibility for our actions?" He turned to Ichigo, whispering, "This is worse than any final boss I've faced."
Ichigo sighed, rubbing his temples. "Look, just bill the Soul Society."
"Or Jujutsu High," Gojo added.
The officer's eye twitched. "That's not how this works—"
Before he could finish, a massive chunk of debris from their earlier clash creaked ominously above them.
Gojo looked up. "Oh."
The officer followed his gaze. "Oh."
Ichigo sighed. "Here we go."
And then, with an earth-shaking crash, the entire ruined storefront collapsed, burying all three of them under a mountain of rubble.
For a moment, silence.
Then—
A single hand burst out of the debris, fingers wiggling weakly.
From beneath the rubble, Gojo's muffled voice groaned, "So… round two?"