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Jason stared at Gojo, then at Lucifer, then back at Gojo. His mind struggled to process what he was seeing—the white hair, the blindfold, the casual stance that somehow radiated absolute confidence.
"What the fuck." His voice was flat, disbelieving. "Why the hell is he here?" He turned to Lucifer. "Did you revive him too?"
"No." Lucifer's smile was serene. "More like a temporary deal." He glanced at Gojo. "Isn't that right?"
Gojo's grin didn't waver. "I'm here to get some well-deserved revenge." His head tilted slightly, the blindfold catching the light. "A beatdown on Sukuna."
"Well, fuck that." Jason raised his hand, fingers already curling into the familiar gesture. "I ain't Sukuna."
He swung.
Nothing happened.
No Dimensional Cleave. No Dismantle. No slash of any kind. Just his hand moving through empty air, pathetic and useless.
Jason stared at his palm. Flexed his fingers. Tried again.
Nothing.
"Oh." Lucifer's voice was light, almost apologetic. "I forgot to mention. You can't use any of your Sukuna powers." He spread his hands. "None. You're basically back to being human."
Jason's head snapped toward him. "The fuck?" His voice rose. "How do you expect me to fight him without any powers?"
"By learning a new power."
Lucifer snapped his fingers.
The flame appeared in front of Jason—suspended in the air, flickering gently, casting no heat. It was the size of a torch, yellow and bright, with a dark core that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. It floated there, waiting.
Jason looked at it.
His mind began to falter.
The yellow glow. The dark center. The memory of what had happened the last time he touched something like this—the screaming, the burning, the feeling of his very existence being set on fire. His hand trembled at his side.
He didn't want to approach it.
The slit in his cheek opened. Sukuna's mouth curved into a grin against Jason's skin.
"Touch it, you idiot." Sukuna's voice was impatient, eager. "We need to feel it again. To learn it."
Jason's jaw tightened. Touch it or not? Sukuna would learn alongside him—maybe faster. The King of Curses had spent millennia mastering techniques that took others lifetimes. If they both touched that flame, who would control it first?
And if he didn't touch it...
Lucifer's voice cut through his thoughts.
"Ten minutes."
Jason looked up.
"Every ten minutes," Lucifer continued, "I'll let Gojo attack." His smile deepened. "Oh. And he really wants to get a beatdown on you." He glanced at Gojo. "Just because you house Sukuna."
Sukuna laughed from Jason's cheek. "Oh, was one cut not enough for you?" His voice dripped with amusement. "Do you wish for me to split you in four? Hahahah!"
"Shut the fuck up." Jason's hand slapped over the mouth, forcing it closed. "Don't entice him."
Gojo's grin didn't waver. If anything, it widened.
"Oh, I'll give it to you, Sukuna. You did defeat me." He tilted his head. "But you still lost at the end." His voice dropped. "And to who? My students."
The mouth on Jason's cheek reformed, pushing against his fingers. "So you heard about that too."
"I did." Gojo raised his right hand.
Cursed energy gathered in his palm—red, violent, pulsing with the force of reversal. Cursed Technique Reversal: Red.
"But even still." Gojo raised his left hand. Blue energy formed there—compression, attraction, the force of a collapsing star. Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.
"I can't help but want revenge."
He brought his hands together.
The energies merged—red and blue, push and pull, two impossibilities meeting in the space between his palms. The sphere that formed was purple. Hollow. Absolute.
"Hollow Technique: Purple."
The sphere expanded.
Jason's eyes went wide. "Wait, ten minutes hasn't—"
The purple light consumed him.
There was no pain. No impact. No sensation of being struck. He simply ceased to exist from the waist up—his torso, his arms, his head, all of it deleted, erased, removed from reality as if it had never been. His legs stood for a moment, severed at the knees, blood spraying in a neat arc.
Then they fell.
Gojo lowered his hands. "Ah." He exhaled, satisfied. "That felt good."
On the ground, Jason's legs began to regenerate. Flesh knitted upward from the stumps—knees, thighs, hips, stomach. Organs reformed inside a ribcage that grew from nothing. A heart began to beat. Lungs began to draw air. By the time the process reached his neck, his nerves were already screaming.
His head finished forming just in time for him to gasp.
"What the fuck!" His voice was raw, strangled.
Lucifer watched him with bright eyes. "That will be your experience every ten minutes until you learn to master the Frenzied Flame." He gestured at the yellow torch still floating in the air. "Now. Either you start learning... or you die. Over and over and over again."
Jason lay on the white ground, his newly-formed chest heaving, his hands still trembling. He looked at the flame. At Gojo, who was already counting down on his fingers. At Lucifer, who smiled like this was the most entertaining thing he had witnessed in centuries.
The slit on his cheek opened.
Sukuna said nothing. He just waited.
Jason pushed himself to his feet.
His hand reached toward the flame.
....
The pain was the first thing to attack Jason.
Not the flame itself—the pain that came with it. Punishing. Ruthless. Evil. Each time his fingers brushed that yellow torch, agony lanced through him like nothing he had ever experienced. And he had experienced a lot. Battles that should have killed him. Wounds that should have ended him. Tortures that would have broken lesser men.
This was worse.
Each time, the pain seemed to increase. Not gradually—not in a way that could be anticipated or prepared for. It shifted. Changed. Became something new just when he thought he understood it. The idea of getting used to the pain was not possible. There was no plateau. No acclimation. No moment where his body learned to accept what was being done to it.
And what made him angry...what made him want to scream...was that each time he touched the flame, he felt like hours had passed. Hours of burning. Hours of screaming. Hours of his very existence being set on fire from the inside out.
Then he would pull back.
And a minute or two had passed.
Maybe less.
It was so painful that at some point, Jason completely forgot Lucifer and Gojo were there. The beach was gone. The white desert was gone. There was only the flame, and his hand reaching for it, and the endless cycle of touch and burn and collapse and recover.
Even Gojo killing him every ten minutes became less of a motivator and more of an annoyance.
"So." Gojo's voice cut through the haze. "How does it feel?"
Jason was on his knees again. The flame floated in front of him, untouched for the moment, its yellow light flickering across his sweat-slicked face. His hands were raw. His mind was raw. Everything was raw.
He looked up at Gojo....at the blindfold, the white hair, the casual stance of someone who had never known fear.
"Like..." Jason's voice was hoarse, barely recognizable. "Like a million needles all sticking into your nerves. But not once." He swallowed. "In harmony. Unpredictable. You feel pain, but it's different each time. Sometimes it's intense. Sometimes it's psychological." His eyes went distant. "Sometimes it feels like I've lived there for years. And all that pain..." His voice dropped. "It makes me want to burn it all. Destroy it all. Because I...."
He stopped.
His eyes focused. He was blabbering. Rambling. Losing himself in the description of something that had no right to exist.
He turned to Gojo.
"I'm confused." His voice was steadier now. "Why do you ask?"
Gojo tilted his head. "Hmm. Maybe I can help." He stepped closer, his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed. "What do you say? Want me to help you?"
Jason's eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"Because Sukuna's inside you, right?" Gojo's smile didn't waver. "You either burn him, or he burns you." He shrugged. "I'd rather the former."
Jason stared at him for a long moment. Searching for the trap. The joke. The hidden condition that would make this offer worthless.
"Okay." He pushed himself to his feet. "I still don't see how you can help me, though."
Gojo's smile widened.
"Oh, I know." He nodded once. "I can." He paused. "Now. First thing's first." His hands came out of his pockets. "Take off all your clothes."
Jason blinked.
"Huh?"
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