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#but this fight with Dagon is so good. and then his moment with Megumi!!!!!
greyhavensking · 7 months
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FUSHIGURO FUCKING TOJI HAS ENTERED THE FIGHT
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theblackinnkeeper · 7 months
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With the success of the 2nd season of jujutsu kaisen I thought I might do something I’ve been wanting to do for a while and that is
Top ten jujutsu kaisen fights
It’s no secret that jujutsu Kaisen has some of the best fights in new gen combining martial a creative power system strategy and many others things to create a series with many entertaining fight so on this post I’m going to give you my top ten jujutsu kaisen fights Note I’m only going to give you this fights from 0 to shibuya since ranking the other fights will require a reread so with that out of the way let’s begin
Number 1o Gojo vs the disater curses
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Question how do you put the strongest sorcerer of the modern era in a jam? The answer. Put him in a situation where he can’t go all out.what makes the disaster curses fight good is that it really places Gojo in a challenge since while Gojo can easily defeat the disaster curses he can’t go all out since he has to make sure nobody gets hurt in the process forcing Gojo to think on his feet the closed nature of this fight adds to the tension and it’s one of the most strategic fights in the series due to its closed nature overall a good fight and a great way to start this list
Number 9 mechamaru vs mahito
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One of the most wild fights in shibuya this fight is one of the more creative ones bringing mechamaru facing mahito in a giant robot this wild setup makes for one of the biggest fights in terms of scale add an emotional layer with mechamaru’s conclusion failing to stop shibuya and not reuniting with the woman he loves this fight goes all out in the anime with beautiful animation and so many mecha references
Number 8 Yuji and todo vs hanami
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One of the most popular fights from the first season this fight knows how keep you entertained I can say that with the fantastic visuals to the teamwork between todo and Yuji there are so many things to love about this one
Number 7 Yuta vs geto
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I remember watching zero and seeing this amazing fight at first this seems like your typical here beats villain fight but with the context of hidden inventory it feels less like a battle and more of a clash of values it’s Yuta’s love vs geto’s justice it’s really great the thing holding this one back is despite having some great moments the fighting isn’t as refined as the later fights
Number 6 and 5 Sukuna vs mahoraga and sukuna vs jogo
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Both of these fights are fantastic and bring some of the most memorable moments in the series (Sukuna’s 30m malevolent shrine and Sukuna and jogo’s clash) with how wild they get I have jogo’s fight over mahoraga’s for the writing but both are good but what holds them back are how short they were like I understand it was because of who they were up against but I just wish they lasted a bit longer
Number 4 Megumi maki nanami and naobito vs Dagon vs toji
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And before you ask I’m counting all three as one fight and there are a lot of good things to say about this fight from the artwork the strategy the toji reveal the beatdown of Dagon and toji’s conclusion all of them were fantastic
Number 3 Gojo vs toji
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This is one of the most important fights in the series it’s the moment where Gojo became the strongest while it’s okay as a fight the moment is what makes me like this fight more bring in one of the most defining moments of the series
Number 2 Yuji vs choso
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This is the 2nd best fight in shibuya for me it’s not as bombastic as some of the others and yet I feel like the fight is better because of that feeling like a true battle between martial artists and leading into one of the series best moments the choreography is fantastic the writing is great the artwork is amazing it’s just great
Honorable mentions
Geto vs toji
Yuji and nanami vs mahito
Megumi vs finger bearer
Gojo vs jogo
Yuji and Nobara vs ezo and kezichu
Number one
Yuji and todo vs mahito
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What can I said other than this is my favorite fight in all of jujutsu Kaisen everything is great the artwork the emotions the development the action the moments and the conclusion are all fantastic it’s the best fight in jjk i won’t here it any other way
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anonymousewrites · 7 months
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Of Two Worlds (Book 2) Chapter Five
Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader
Chapter Five: Ghosts
Summary: Megumi and Nanami take on Dagon and several ghosts, and (Y/N) faces someone from her past.
            On the other side of Shibuya station, Megumi was of the same mind as (Y/N). He had broken into Dagon’s, the sea curse’s, domain where Nanami, who had only one eye left and blood striping his crisp cream suit, Zenin Naobito, who had lost an arm, and Maki, bruised and cut but doing the best out of the three, were fighting for their lives.
            Now, Megumi had summoned his own partial domain to break a hole in Dagon’s. The three sorcerers raced towards him to escape as Dagon surged after them.
            “To Fushiguro!” ordered Nanami. He stopped by Fushiguro to let Naobito and Maki go through first.
            But as they skidded to a stop before the hole, two pairs of hands reached through from the outside, and two figures jumped in. One was a man with dark hair and a scar above his lip; the other, a woman with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. Nanami and Naobito watched in shock. Toji, however, moved lightning-quick and threw Maki to the side while Toji stole Playful Cloud the staff. (M/N) stretched and watched them with glowing eyes.
            “Fushiguro.” Nanami turned to Megumi urgently.
            “No good. The hole’s closed, and it knows our plan now, too. I doubt it’ll let us open another one that easily,” said Megumi.
            “Toji?! (M/N)?!” gasped Naobito, staring at the pair.
            But neither responded. Their minds, though stronger than their bodies’ original souls, were still influenced by the cursed technique. They had become puppets of carnage, bearing their fangs towards the strongest around. Toji and (M/N) looked at Dagon.
            “Eel strike, maybe a swordfish,” said (M/N).
A moment later, Dagon struck with an eel, and Toji, with his superhuman senses, reacted instantly, sending Dagon flying with multiple strikes of Playful Cloud. Dagon reeled backwards, struggling to keep up with the force that was Fushiguro Toji.
            “Multiple,” said (M/N), still just observing carefully.
            Toji dodged the several eels headed towards and grinned as he easily beat Dagon back, a feat that three sorcerers failed to do together. Naobito, happy to let Toji risk his somehow-returned life against Dagon, tried his hand at getting rid of (M/N). Neither could be left alive, in his mind. (M/N) leaned back and let Naobito’s punch move over her before she landed a powerful blow on the Zenin.
            “Either a hundred crabs or two huge trilobites behind you,” said (M/N) as she handled Naobito’s attacks with ease and forced him back to his allies.
            Toji pivoted and slammed Playful Cloud through the first and second trilobite. Their size and hard shells did nothing to stop his massacre. Not stopping for a second, his speed brought him right to the unarmed and shocked Dagon. He slammed the staff through the curse’s stomach, letting blood spray everywhere once again.
            Maki watched in shock. To see someone like herself, no cursed energy at all and better physical abilities to balance out, doing what Zenin Naobito and Nanami Kento could not was surprising. Sure, she had incredibly strength and speed, but this guy was out of this world.
            And the woman, who seemed to read attacks before they came, moved easily through even the strange, beach-like domain of Dagon’s creation like it was a walk in the park and nothing could shock her. But with her cursed technique, perhaps that wasn’t surprising.
            “Hey, geezer, who are they?” asked Maki.
            “Ghosts,” muttered Naobito darkly.
            In the few seconds the exchange took, Toji struck Playful Cloud against itself and sharpened its ends. Dagon surged towards him to try to force him on the defensive, jumping up so that Toji could not reach him first. The curse user grinned insanely. With precision even sorcerers could not master, Toji balanced each third of Playful Cloud on top of the other and vaulted upwards. As Dagon’s eyes widened, Toji smirked and drove sharpened points through his head, letting him fall to the sand, dead.
            Dagon’s Domain disappeared and left the group standing in Shibuya station once again. Toji and (M/N) turned to the group. Nanami narrowed his eyes and braced for an attack, even if it was strange to look into a face so much like (Y/N)’s but so intent on destruction. But then (M/N)’s head tilted and her eyes glowed softly for a moment before she smiled. A true smile, not steeped in insanity or sadism, but soft and warm.
            “Have fun, Toji,” she said, her posture relaxing. “I’m out.”
            Toji narrowed his eyes. “Heh?!”
            “I have something else to do,” she said. “And I’m sure you can handle a few sorcerers.” Not letting anyone get another word in, she turned and began running down the halls of Shibuya. “Ba-bye!”
            Naobito and Nanami hesitated to go after her, but they knew they needed to be here to face Toji. He was the more immediate threat, the more dangerous killer. (M/N) had always posed a problem for different reasons.
            Toji grumbled and looked back at the group, the desire to fight the strongest in front of him as strong as ever, still slightly influenced by the old lady’s technique. “Vague and annoying as ever. I’m gonna finish what I started with you.” He grinned. “After I finish off these guys.”
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            (Y/N) turned and threw her instantly summoned knife down the hall behind her as she sensed strange cursed energy, almost familiar.
            (M/N) grinned and caught it before it had a chance to even scratch her. “Fast! Didn’t give me a chance to predict your movement. If I didn’t have my reflexes, I’d be dead.” She frowned. “Again.”
            (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and watched the (M/N). Again? “What do you want?”
            “Straight to the point. I know where you get that,” said (M/N). She twirled the dagger around in her hand and shrugged. “Technically, the technique that summoned me back wants me to fight the strongest person in front of me.” (M/N) gestured to (Y/N) with the knife. “Of course, that’d be you.”
            “I’m by myself,” said (Y/N) blankly. She was letting her enemy get comfortable before she got rid of the daggers and could resummon weapons just for herself.
            “Sure, but I’m confident you’d be powerful no matter who you’re around,” said (M/N). Either going to attack and get her dagger back or get rid of them entirely.
            (Y/N) couldn’t read tone well at times, but she identified a strange hint of caring and familiarity in the voice.
            (M/N). “I wouldn’t expect anything less from my daughter.”
            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. Her focus shifted from seeing (M/N) as an enemy to putting the pieces together. Instead of looking at her stance and if she was going to attack, (Y/N) noticed the (E/C)-colored eyes and (H/C) hair, so similar to her own.
            (M/N) calmly walked towards her stunned daughter. She cupped (Y/N)’s face and looked at her. She smiled sadly. “Oh, star, you’re so grown up. I wish I could have been with you.”
            “Why weren’t you?” whispered (Y/N). “I’ve heard the Elders; I’ve heard Gojo. They say you were powerful, you and my father. Why weren’t you here?”
            (M/N) sighed. “Because there was more at stake than just my life.” She gazed fondly at (Y/N). “There was your future.”
            (Y/N) curled her hands into fists. “My future as an outcast? They tried to execute me, why…” Her voice turned to a broken whisper. “Why couldn’t we have stayed together? Couldn’t you have seen what was going to happen?”
            (M/N) shook her head sadly. “My star, I only see possibilities. And the farther off the event, the vaguer it is to predict likely scenarios.”
            “So you couldn’t have escaped? You and my father would have died anyways?” (Y/N)’s eyes drifted to the ground.
            “(Y/N), I am only concerned about your fate,” said (M/N). “You’re my daughter. And as much pain as you have been through, this is a life much better suited to you then running from sorcerers and killing them when they caught up would have been.” She laughed and gestured around her. “You have people who care about you and the will to fight for what you want, even as others try to keep it from you. That’s all I ever wanted for you.” (M/N) leaned forward to kiss (Y/N)’s forehead softly. “I’m so proud of you. You’re going to be incredible, no matter what path you choose.”
            (Y/N) looked up into her mother’s eyes. “You’re leaving again, aren’t you?”
            “You know that that I must, (Y/N),” she said, hugging her daughter close and stepping back as she raised the dagger. “I love you, my star.” (M/N) drove the silver blade through herself, and her body fell to the ground.
            As (Y/N) watched it transform back into the corpse of Ogami’s granddaughter again, she picked up her dagger and let it fade, bloodstains and all, into glimmers of light that danced away into the sky.
            I love you.
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            While (Y/N) fought (M/N), Nanami, Maki, Megumi, and Naobito faced Zenin Toji, a force of power bent on killing the strongest sorcerers before him. It took him only a second to identify his opponent based on that criterion. Toji slammed Megumi through the station’s window, taking the battle to the streets.
            “Megumi!” cried Maki before freezing as two powerful cursed energies permeated the room.
            “Dagon is gone,” snarled Jogo.
            “Yes, it seems so,” said Nox, glancing over at the sorcerers. He had noticed Fushiguro Toji, so it was no surprise to him that Dagon had fallen.
            Nanami and Naobito’s eyes widened at the sight of the curses. They were both on another level compared to Dagon, especially Nox. They watched warily as Jogo knelt by his fallen companion’s remains.
            “Calm yourself. We are spirits of nature, our souls return, even if new forms. You will see Hanami, Dagon, and Miku again,” said Nox.
            “Miku is dead?” asked Jogo.
            “Her cursed energy disappeared a few moments ago, extinguished by a power greater than her own,” said Nox.
            Jogo narrowed his eye. “Then we’ll end that sorcerer after we kill these.”
            Nox hummed uncommittedly. “I’ll take the Zenin.”
            “I can handle all of them just fine,” snapped Jogo.
            “The Zenin is mine,” repeated Nox in a tone that allowed no further discussion.
            Naobito narrowed his eyes and sped towards Nox, not wasting another second. But with his lost arm decreasing his speed and lack of power next to the curse, Naobito never stood a chance. Nox’s hand snatched Naobito’s neck easily, and he began strangling the Zenin Clan Head.
            “Hello, Naobito,” said Nox, his eyes shining in the darkness of the subway. “It’s been a long time.” Naobito sputtered and tried to speak up, but Nox tightened his grip and leaned towards his ear. “This is for everyone you sacrificed in the false name of humanity.” Nox tossed Naobito to the ground and, as his eyes glowed, holding up two fingers with pointed, black nails and circling them in the air.
            “Galaxy.”
            Purple and blue light swirled in a spiral pattern around Naobito before constricting into a gold-white light that sliced the Clan Head open in several spots. Naobito’s body fell apart, blood spilling over the floor. Zenin Naobito was dead.
            Maki and Nanami’s eyes widened as it all happened in an instant. They crouched to prepare for an attack, but Jogo sent flames racing towards both. The fire ate away at their skin, sending Maki down for the count, badly burned but alive, and Nanami fell against the wall, trying to keep himself up in order to fight.
            Nanami’s brown eyes met Nox’s silver for a brief moment. Neither man moved as Nox glanced over the 7-3 Sorcerer’s form as if deciphering something from it, expression inscrutable as Nanami’s. It seemed a decision was being made as Jogo watch for Nox to make the first move. The different in power and control between the two was evident. Jogo had the bravado but not the leadership. Nox was in charge.
            The moment was broken when cursed energy ran through the entire building. Jogo turned wildly to where he sensed it.
            Sukuna’s finger had been revealed within Shibuya Station.
            Nox smirked and tossed a casual glance over his shoulder at Nanami. “If you can stand, I’d suggest taking the girl and running. Things are about to get a little hectic.”
            Nanami was struck by how oddly sincere the advice was underneath the playfulness.
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yazzydream · 10 months
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part 2 of parts im excited to see in Shibuya Incident arc. (pt. 1 here)
manga SPOILERS ahead.
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i love how freaking dramatic and supernatural this feels. that baby opening his eyes with clarity and awareness is creepy af. i loveeee it.
the entire flashback with the curse user scrubs is actually creepy and gritty and excellent all around. but this scene...
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im not even gonna pretend. i have a colored version of this page as my phone bg. i. will. scream. little!gojo looks like hot shit. a very scary hot shit.
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legitimately the cutest panel akutami has ever drawn ever.
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i don't even like toji! but how dare you resurrect his body's information to control his abilities! this man was a piece of shit, but his body and abilities therein were the only good things about him damnit. toji taking over the body of the one who tried to use him and murdering granny ogami was v satisfying. (also, going further into the discussion between body+soul is such an interesting theme in jjk.)
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brief but beautiful nanami/nobara working together. this is an unusual team up kinda? let nobara watch a real man work. ugh, nanami and nobara are in my top 6 characters.
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uggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and then we know what happens to theeeeemmmm. im gonna be sick
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all three of those people... (maybe all four? lol) are, well. anyway, this moment of lucidity... this is a moment of enlightenment. it's so antithesis to shonen heroes. i think it's great. (again, ties into my post of why i love yuji.)
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This is another favorite scene of mine. it's so bizarre. lol
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ugh, naobito's powers are cool as shit. i'm looking forward to seeing how animators animate animation powers. lol.
maki is also my main girl, so seeing her team up with nanami... just nanami + team zenin is cool and funny. it's like the straight man dropped in the middle of a dysfunctional family reunion.
happiness that i got to see him directly interact with my favorite ladies before... well.
seeing dagon and remembering grasshopper curse, and the both of them look like they came right on over from chimera ant arc in hunter x hunter. which is another one of my all time favorite arcs in shonen. great. shibuya incident is such a great arc!
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my girl maki is 16-years-old. all this time, and in this fight too, there have been doubts, she must fight against it all the time, doubts that she can be as strong as any grade 1 sorcerer. she was alone, and yet. AND YET, here she sees toji who's just like her. it must've been reaffirming. it must've been encouraging! ahhh. toji being good for something for once in his life--death-- whatever.
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ah ah ah ahh! this was so shocking! after all that, jogo comes and bodies nanami, maki, and naobito just like that.
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one of the few moments where sukuna popping up made me wanna scream. fuck this is such a good shot. the arrogant condescending demand and expression. i could hear his voice. 💦💦💦
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yikes. YIKES. YIKES. FUCKING BRUTAL. I WANNA SCREAM. it's just been ONE. THING. AFTER. ANOTHER. AHHHHH
...i'm beginning to wonder if i'm a bit of a sadist? ...nah. i just appreciate a good story. 😤 also mimiko and nanko showing up was a pleasant surprise. i've always liked their designs.
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sukuna just fucking with them makes me laugh every time. THERE WAS NO POINT TO THIS. BASTARD WAS JUST HAVING FUN AT THEIR EXPENSE OMG. what a shit.
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there's always something charming about flashbacks between megumi and gojo. then there's the little self-deprecation of megu's here too. idk idk! megumi is never complimentary about gojo except in these rare moments where he's thinking to himself, we get glimpses of his reliance on gojo. like, i remember in the yasohachi bridge case when megumi thought something like, 'gojo's coming back in a week, i can ask him for help.' very small moments that hint at their relationship.
also these little flashback sequences are all we're gonna get of gojo until like season 4, so i'll enjoy them wherever i can. lol.
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i didn't particularly care about mahoraga until he showed up later, but rereading this appearance again is pretty exciting. and then megumi says, 'aight i'm out. take care of it yourself, fucker.' before passing out from blood loss. lmao
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"hey brat, take a look." what a sadistic fuck.
the raw shock and devastation is incredible. i hope it's just as terrible in the anime.
cont. in part 3
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sociieties · 2 years
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@sozokami: " so kid- don't recognize anything, do ya? " toji @ megumi, ye fuck imma break my own heart with this one cool.
there’s too much shit going on to be dealing with this right now. who stops a fight to ask a question like this? right after he’d asked megumi for his name at that. “ hey, what’s your name? ” “ fushiguro. ” “ good for you. ” as if that wasn’t weird enough. as if this was the same man that wasn’t just chasing him down mere moments ago / to the point where megumi went from inside to outside through a window or a wall or something another. as if this man hadn’t forced his way into  dagon’s domain by invading the hole in it that megumi made for him and the others to escape. this man killed dagon all on his own / megumi asked the other who he was and he got no answer. he knows the answer. he doesn’t know how or why, but he knows the answer. he knows, he knows the answer, but he can’t think of it. megumi’s exhausted / spent cursed energy and bleeding from stab wound that this same man had given him, in through the stomach and out through the back — there’s too much shit going on for him to be here dealing with this absolute madman, but here he was. he and the other sorcerers have to get to gojo. but here he is being asked if he recognizes something about this man and he can’t do anything but stare at him.
stare and stare and stare / wasting time on someone he should be probably running from but he knows that he recognizes him. doesn’t know why he does, can’t remember despite it being on the tip of his tongue and it makes him feel sick. or that’s the exhaustion and bleeding beginning to catch up with him. megumi stares at him for so long that he feels like he’s losing his mind. but it’s something about that scar on his mouth that feels familiar. distantly, very distantly, but still.
there’s a man with white hair talking to him about cursed energy / selling children / zen’in clan / a lot of money and megumi stood there looking at him as if he was talking about something he already knew about despite it all being new information to him. “ your dad... i ki— ” “ so what? i don’t care where he is or what he’s doing. i haven’t seen him in years. i don’t even remember what he looks like. ” more or less, it’s left at that and before he knew it, he was taken in by this guy. it was never talked about again.
megumi stares / blinks / looks at him blankly and it hits him so violently that his blood begins to bubble as it continues to flow from open wounds. he feels sick. this is messed up / it’s not right / he wants to throw up but he’s not too sure he can keep himself together if he does. your dad, i ki... hey, what’s your name? two statements zip through his mind so quickly that it feels like he’s been shot and his head starts hurting. was it from the fall from the building or was it from the anger? he reels back slowly, starting with a hesitant lean away from the man until he finally follows it with a step. there’s a slow breath that’s taken as his vision begins to blur, eyes burning from the staring as tears begin forming and he blinks it away.
dad.
“ what the fuck is your problem? ” this man is his dad. “ you left me. ” his father. “ you tried to sell me. ” megumi spends exactly all his time not thinking about this man, the man he once forgot the face to. “ you left tsumiki. ” the one way to not miss something is to forget that it exists. “ where did you go? ” each statement hits megumi like a punch to the chest, all with the same familiar force gojo tends to use when he’s trying to get his point across. he’s speaking, but the words feel as if they’re not coming from his own mouth. “ was dying worth it? ” the fastest way to not be angry is to forget the anger and the reason. it’s impossible to be angry with a ghost of a man when one doesn’t know about the ghost or the anger that comes with it, but what does one do when the ghost comes back and the anger comes back in tenfold? what does a person do when they’re so angry that they can’t even find it in them to yell, but to just speak clearly? the words are cold, but all the emotion that comes with it burns megumi, like lava sopping off of his skin and it’s all pointless. too bad this anger can’t cauterize the very fresh wounds toji had given him moments ago. too bad the anger can’t do anything for the 15 years / 11 years, really; but the first 4 years of his life shouldn’t even count anymore / 15 years of absence. what the fuck was this man’s problem? what did he expect? where does he get off with leaving his own kid just to come back / save his life / try killing him.
megumi knew that toji had been dead when gojo brought it up all those years ago. not because he was close with the man, but because there’s only so many reasons for a stranger to approach a child about their parents. megumi wasn’t stupid then and he isn’t stupid now. “ you go and die just to come back, save my life just to try and kill me yourself, what’s the point of any of this? recognize anything? ” he asks the question to mock him, sneering. this is insane. “ i wish i didn’t. what’s next, you kill yourself now? what was the point of anything? was i just a check to you? you couldn’t cash me out yourself, so you just let whatever happen to me, is that it? did you even want me? ”
years and years ago, back when megumi was but a toddler, freshly abandoned, he cried and cried for the man he called his dad. he’s remembering the pain of a four year old / the nights of waiting for that man, the one that was around, to come back through the door. eventually, that pain and sadness was swallowed up by autistic apathy and it never crossed his mind again. but now, it’s all coming back to him and all of it consumes him. the ground cracks up underfoot; it rips open when the realization hits him and megumi falls into a never-ending trench of pain and anger, both of which are to mask the sadness that silently creeps through his bloodstream. the sadness paves it’s way through his blood, fighting the flow and wrapping around his neck to choke him out. toji couldn’t have wanted him. why else would he leave? or try to sell him? or die when he could have lived and stayed with his son? “ was i not enough for you? you were supposed to stay. you’re my father. you were supposed to stay. ” parents are supposed to stay. megumi’s not spoiled, nor is he stupid, and he’s grateful for gojo taking him and his sister in when he didn’t have to, but gojo shouldn’t have had to done it to start with.
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kainisticinstincts · 4 months
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So I have my problems with Jujutsu Kaisen. Mainly how insanely fast the pacing is, The lack of slow character building moments, and how interesting characters get killed off at random for shock value (RIP my boy takaba) but one thing I can't deny is how good it is at giving characters that aura or vibe of coolness or "I'm Him".
Like I don't know how to describe it but Sukuna, Toji and Gojo have such an indescribable aura or vibe of power, pure unstoppable power and the feeling that they have no equals or rivals. They're not just the strongest in the setting, they FEEL like it. Gojo humiliating the disaster curses and his 299 second domain expansion, Toji vs Dagon and Megumi and Sukuna vs Jogo and Vs Mahoraga are so cool because they are scenes of unapologetic showing off by them.
Also I fucking love how Gojo, this anime pretty boy fruitcake with white hair who looks like he should be in a shoujo manga, takes the time to stop mid-fight and grind his cock and balls on the arm of another man while making an lewd face and that man isn't also a bishounen pretty boy it's fucking JOGO THE CYCLOPS CURSE THAT LOOKS LIKE MINION.
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linkspooky · 4 years
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The Cursed Spirit Family
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Jogo and Sukuna’s fight in Jujutsu Kaisen chapter 116 is yet another example of the theme of “individual strength” vs “collective / group strength.” The entire shibuya incident arc has been a clash of those ideals, starting with the strongest individual character in the series being sealed. Their fight ends when Sukuna calls Jogo weak for not being individually strong enough to stand on his own, and having to rely on others. However, it’s because Jogo’s known that closeness with others that he has something that Sukuna is fundamentally lacking in: the power of friendship.
1. Camraderie Among Curses
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As soon as Jogo is introduced he loses against Gojou. However, that same loss is used as an oppurtunity to show that the intelligent curses have affection for one another. That they have a closeness that mirrors the relationship between human beings, as Hanami goes out of his way to save Jogo’s life at risk to himself. 
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Jogo, Hanami, Mahito, and Dagon are all inhuman curses but they’re able to feel for each other, work together, and even fight for each other the same way that humans might. When Jogo nearly died, Hanami is genuinely distressed. Not only that, but they add to each other’s strength by their closeness. They learn from one another. 
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Hanami finds strength from Mahito’s advice to him to be truer to himself, and enjoy himself while fighting. Mahito grows because both Jogo, Hanami and Dagon all cooperated in order to raise him up as their leader. Dagon is able to evolve fully, because he cared enough about Hanami to mourn his death. he grows from a cursed womb into a fully developed curse spirit. 
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 They know themselves better as a result of having gotten to know each other. It creates a curious paradox. The cursed spirits were only cooperating in the first place because they were too weak to accomplish whta they wanted on their own. However, at the same time they all became better versions of themselves because they were cooperating. 
Then there’s Sukuna. He doesn’t need anybody. Or so he claims. The only person that truly exists in Sukuna’s world is Sukuna himself. He lives to fulfill his own whims. Everyone else is equal to him because everyone else is nothing. 
Sukuna who is such a strong individualist that the only thing that exists for him is his own pleasure and displeasure. He’s genuinely incapable of caring for anothers. 
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Sukuna follows his own code of logic, but as far as he’s concerned his is the only will that exists. Whenever someone tries to influence him in the slightest he destroys them without mercy. The feelings of other people, have and never will matter to him. The most he can feel towards someone else is respect their strength, because he finds them mildly interesting. 
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He is so strong he can take whatever he wants with his individual strength. Therefore everybody else exists for his taking. However, this as an individual has left Sukuna rather stunted. 
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In Sukuna’s world view if Jogo was stronger he simply could have had everything he wanted. His individualist world view is incredibly narrow minded, even compared to Gojou of all people. Those who are the strongest should be capable of anything. It’s bordering on a god complex, which makes sense considering the legend Sukuna is based off of is a minor deity. Sukuna says that growing closer to people stunts your growth, but as I’ve shown above that’s not the case, Hanami, Dagon, Jogo, and Mahito were all able to grow because they knew each other. 
Sukuna knows himself and his own wishes better than anybody else. He has the strongest sense of desire, the strongest ability to make those desires come true. Yet, at the same time, he’s stunted. There are parents of himself he doesn’t know, and he can never know because he can’t tolerate anybody’s will except his own in the world. He can’t get close to others. It’s not that he’s too strong, or too good to bother with trying. It’s just he doesn’t see others as even existing. 
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The thing Jogo was confused about were the tears running down his face. He didn’t understand sadness the way a human would. 
Jogo cries because he’s known true closeness to other people with his small curse family, and then lost it. He knows himself well enough to know his own sadness. Jogo is confused by the fact that he was able to experience an actual human emotion of his own like crying, rather than simply being a reflection of humans. 
Jogo is confused and he asks Sukuna what this is, but Sukuna doesn’t know either, because Sukuna would never have any reason to cry. He’s never gotten close to anybody. 
There are strengths of Sukuna’s individualist mindset, but there are also weaknesses. There are some things you can only learn about yourself by interacting with others. Not only that, but Sukuna himself is wrong headed about his ideas on how the world works. Sukuna might be the most powerful cursed spirit to ever exist, but he hasn’t won every single battle with strength alone. First: he was defeated once before this by Jujutsu Sorcerers working together, which is why he is in his current predicament. 
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Second, in the end even Sukuna relies on people. His plans first first hinge on having an ally in Ura-Ume, and second Sukuna is forced to stick his neck out to keep Megumi alive, because he needs Megumi to do something that he cannot personally do. Moments after Sukuna declares that relying on others only stunts your growth and makes you week, the plot shows us that even Sukuna relies on people other people. It’s just he is blind to that fact. Which is probably going to be his downfall in the chapters to come, if Yuji is still going to be in control of the body at the end of the arc. 
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Of Two Worlds (Book 2) Chapter Five
Chapter Five: Ghosts
            On the other side of Shibuya station, Megumi was of the same mind as (Y/N). He had broken into Dagon’s, the sea curse’s, domain where Nanami, who had only one eye left and blood striping his crisp cream suit, Zenin Naobito, who had lost an arm, and Maki, bruised and cut but doing the best out of the three, were fighting for their lives.
            Now, Megumi had summoned his own partial domain to break a hole in Dagon’s. The three sorcerers raced towards him to escape as Dagon surged after them.
            “To Fushiguro!” ordered Nanami. He stopped by Fushiguro to let Naobito and Maki go through first.
            But as they skidded to a stop before the hole, two pairs of hands reached through from the outside, and two figures jumped in. One was a man with dark hair and a scar above his lip; the other, a woman with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. Nanami and Naobito watched in shock. Toji, however, moved lightning-quick and threw Maki to the side while Toji stole Playful Cloud the staff. (M/N) stretched and watched them with glowing eyes.
            “Fushiguro.” Nanami turned to Megumi urgently.
            “No good. The hole’s closed, and it knows our plan now, too. I doubt it’ll let us open another one that easily,” said Megumi.
            “Toji?! (M/N)?!” gasped Naobito, staring at the pair.
            But neither responded. Their minds, though stronger than their bodies’ original souls, were still influenced by the cursed technique. They had become puppets of carnage, bearing their fangs towards the strongest around. Toji and (M/N) looked at Dagon.
            “Eel strike, maybe a swordfish,” said (M/N).
A moment later, Dagon struck with an eel, and Toji, with his superhuman senses, reacted instantly, sending Dagon flying with multiple strikes of Playful Cloud. Dagon reeled backwards, struggling to keep up with the force that was Fushiguro Toji.
            “Multiple,” said (M/N), still just observing carefully.
            Toji dodged the several eels headed towards and grinned as he easily beat Dagon back, a feat that three sorcerers failed to do together. Naobito, happy to let Toji risk his somehow-returned life against Dagon, tried his hand at getting rid of (M/N). Neither could be left alive, in his mind. (M/N) leaned back and let Naobito’s punch move over her before she landed a powerful blow on the Zenin.
            “Either a hundred crabs or two huge trilobites behind you,” said (M/N) as she handled Naobito’s attacks with ease and forced him back to his allies.
            Toji pivoted and slammed Playful Cloud through the first and second trilobite. Their size and hard shells did nothing to stop his massacre. Not stopping for a second, his speed brought him right to the unarmed and shocked Dagon. He slammed the staff through the curse’s stomach, letting blood spray everywhere once again.
            Maki watched in shock. To see someone like herself, no cursed energy at all and better physical abilities to balance out, doing what Zenin Naobito and Nanami Kento could not was surprising. Sure, she had incredibly strength and speed, but this guy was out of this world.
            And the woman, who seemed to read attacks before they came, moved easily through even the strange, beach-like domain of Dagon’s creation like it was a walk in the park and nothing could shock her. But with her cursed technique, perhaps that wasn’t surprising.
            “Hey, geezer, who are they?” asked Maki.
            “Ghosts,” muttered Naobito darkly.
            In the few seconds the exchange took, Toji struck Playful Cloud against itself and sharpened its ends. Dagon surged towards him to try to force him on the defensive, jumping up so that Toji could not reach him first. The curse user grinned insanely. With precision even sorcerers could not master, Toji balanced each third of Playful Cloud on top of the other and vaulted upwards. As Dagon’s eyes widened, Toji smirked and drove sharpened points through his head, letting him fall to the sand, dead.
            Dagon’s Domain disappeared and left the group standing in Shibuya station once again. Toji and (M/N) turned to the group. Nanami narrowed his eyes and braced for an attack, even if it was strange to look into a face so much like (Y/N)’s but so intent on destruction. But then (M/N)’s head tilted and her eyes glowed softly for a moment before she smiled. A true smile, not steeped in insanity or sadism, but soft and warm.
            “Have fun, Toji,” she said, her posture relaxing. “I’m out.”
            Toji narrowed his eyes. “Heh?!”
            “I have something else to do,” she said. “And I’m sure you can handle a few sorcerers.” Not letting anyone get another word in, she turned and began running down the halls of Shibuya. “Ba-bye!”
            Naobito and Nanami hesitated to go after her, but they knew they needed to be here to face Toji. He was the more immediate threat, the more dangerous killer. (M/N) had always posed a problem for different reasons.
            Toji grumbled and looked back at the group, the desire to fight the strongest in front of him as strong as ever, still slightly influenced by the old lady’s technique. “Vague and annoying as ever. I’m gonna finish what I started with you.” He grinned. “After I finish off these guys.”
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            (Y/N) turned and threw her instantly summoned knife down the hall behind her as she sensed strange cursed energy, almost familiar.
            (M/N) grinned and caught it before it had a chance to even scratch her. “Fast! Didn’t give me a chance to predict your movement. If I didn’t have my reflexes, I’d be dead.” She frowned. “Again.”
            (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and watched the (M/N). Again? “What do you want?”
            “Straight to the point. I know where you get that,” said (M/N). She twirled the dagger around in her hand and shrugged. “Technically, the technique that summoned me back wants me to fight the strongest person in front of me.” (M/N) gestured to (Y/N) with the knife. “Of course, that’d be you.”
            “I’m by myself,” said (Y/N) blankly. She was letting her enemy get comfortable before she got rid of the daggers and could resummon weapons just for herself.
            “Sure, but I’m confident you’d be powerful no matter who you’re around,” said (M/N). Either going to attack and get her dagger back or get rid of them entirely.
            (Y/N) couldn’t read tone well at times, but she identified a strange hint of caring and familiarity in the voice.
 ��          (M/N). “I wouldn’t expect anything less from my daughter.”
            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. Her focus shifted from seeing (M/N) as an enemy to putting the pieces together. Instead of looking at her stance and if she was going to attack, (Y/N) noticed the (E/C)-colored eyes and (H/C) hair, so similar to her own.
            (M/N) calmly walked towards her stunned daughter. She cupped (Y/N)’s face and looked at her. She smiled sadly. “Oh, star, you’re so grown up. I wish I could have been with you.”
            “Why weren’t you?” whispered (Y/N). “I’ve heard the Elders; I’ve heard Gojo. They say you were powerful, you and my father. Why weren’t you here?”
            (M/N) sighed. “Because there was more at stake than just my life.” She gazed fondly at (Y/N). “There was your future.”
            (Y/N) curled her hands into fists. “My future as an outcast? They tried to execute me, why…” Her voice turned to a broken whisper. “Why couldn’t we have stayed together? Couldn’t you have seen what was going to happen?”
            (M/N) shook her head sadly. “My star, I only see possibilities. And the farther off the event, the vaguer it is to predict likely scenarios.”
            “So you couldn’t have escaped? You and my father would have died anyways?” (Y/N)’s eyes drifted to the ground.
            “(Y/N), I am only concerned about your fate,” said (M/N). “You’re my daughter. And as much pain as you have been through, this is a life much better suited to you then running from sorcerers and killing them when they caught up would have been.” She laughed and gestured around her. “You have people who care about you and the will to fight for what you want, even as others try to keep it from you. That’s all I ever wanted for you.” (M/N) leaned forward to kiss (Y/N)’s forehead softly. “I’m so proud of you. You’re going to be incredible, no matter what path you choose.”
            (Y/N) looked up into her mother’s eyes. “You’re leaving again, aren’t you?”
            “You know that that I must, (Y/N),” she said, hugging her daughter close and stepping back as she raised the dagger. “I love you, my star.” (M/N) drove the silver blade through herself, and her body fell to the ground.
            As (Y/N) watched it transform back into the corpse of Ogami’s granddaughter again, she picked up her dagger and let it fade, bloodstains and all, into glimmers of light that danced away into the sky.
            I love you.
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            While (Y/N) fought (M/N), Nanami, Maki, Megumi, and Naobito faced Zenin Toji, a force of power bent on killing the strongest sorcerers before him. It took him only a second to identify his opponent based on that criterion. Toji slammed Megumi through the station’s window, taking the battle to the streets.
            “Megumi!” cried Maki before freezing as two powerful cursed energies permeated the room.
            “Dagon is gone,” snarled Jogo.
            “Yes, it seems so,” said Nox, glancing over at the sorcerers. He had noticed Fushiguro Toji, so it was no surprise to him that Dagon had fallen.
            Nanami and Naobito’s eyes widened at the sight of the curses. They were both on another level compared to Dagon, especially Nox. They watched warily as Jogo knelt by his fallen companion’s remains.
            “Calm yourself. We are spirits of nature, our souls return, even if new forms. You will see Hanami, Dagon, and Miku again,” said Nox.
            “Miku is dead?” asked Jogo.
            “Her cursed energy disappeared a few moments ago, extinguished by a power greater than her own,” said Nox.
            Jogo narrowed his eye. “Then we’ll end that sorcerer after we kill these.”
            Nox hummed uncommittedly. “I’ll take the Zenin.”
            “I can handle all of them just fine,” snapped Jogo.
            “The Zenin is mine,” repeated Nox in a tone that allowed no further discussion.
            Naobito narrowed his eyes and sped towards Nox, not wasting another second. But with his lost arm decreasing his speed and lack of power next to the curse, Naobito never stood a chance. Nox’s hand snatched Naobito’s neck easily, and he began strangling the Zenin Clan Head.
            “Hello, Naobito,” said Nox, his eyes shining in the darkness of the subway. “It’s been a long time.” Naobito sputtered and tried to speak up, but Nox tightened his grip and leaned towards his ear. “This is for everyone you sacrificed in the false name of humanity.” Nox tossed Naobito to the ground and, as his eyes glowed, holding up two fingers with pointed, black nails and circling them in the air.
            “Galaxy.”
            Purple and blue light swirled in a spiral pattern around Naobito before constricting into a gold-white light that sliced the Clan Head open in several spots. Naobito’s body fell apart, blood spilling over the floor. Zenin Naobito was dead.
            Maki and Nanami’s eyes widened as it all happened in an instant. They crouched to prepare for an attack, but Jogo sent flames racing towards both. The fire ate away at their skin, sending Maki down for the count, badly burned but alive, and Nanami fell against the wall, trying to keep himself up in order to fight.
            Nanami’s brown eyes met Nox’s silver for a brief moment. Neither man moved as Nox glanced over the 7-3 Sorcerer’s form as if deciphering something from it, expression inscrutable as Nanami’s. It seemed a decision was being made as Jogo watch for Nox to make the first move. The different in power and control between the two was evident. Jogo had the bravado but not the leadership. Nox was in charge.
            The moment was broken when cursed energy ran through the entire building. Jogo turned wildly to where he sensed it.
            Sukuna’s finger had been revealed within Shibuya Station.
            Nox smirked and tossed a casual glance over his shoulder at Nanami. “If you can stand, I’d suggest taking the girl and running. Things are about to get a little hectic.”
            Nanami was struck by how oddly sincere the advice was underneath the playfulness.
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