Gojo Satoru was having a bad day, and in his line of work, a "bad day" meant a city block was currently attempting to reorganize itself into a flesh-eating swamp.
He was in the middle of a high-level cleanup operation in the heart of Shinjuku, Tokyo. The target: a newly materialized Special Grade Cursed Spirit, Tsumiki-Gami, whose innate domain manifested as localized reality distortion. The Spirit was a swirling mass of distorted wood and biological matter, and it was currently holding a half-dozen high-rise buildings in its grip.
"Man, this guy is clingy," Gojo drawled, casually walking across the exterior of a skyscraper bent at a ninety-degree angle. He wore his new Legendary Blinding Glasses—sleek, black, and polarized—which allowed him to use his Six Eyes non-stop without the usual strain, an upgrade appreciated after the Nexus trials. "Alright, time to wrap this up. I've got dinner reservations."
He raised his hand, gathering an immense density of Cursed Energy. Limitless: Reversal: Red. The power was so concentrated it caused the air to crackle with destructive energy, ready to blast Tsumiki-Gami into non-existence.
Then, the air near the Cursed Spirit—the exact spatial coordinate Gojo was targeting—shimmered violently, not with Cursed Energy, but with the nauseatingly familiar, low-grade spiritual noise of the Nexus link.
A portal, smelling faintly of cheap beer and desperation, ripped open.
Out of the dimensional tear tumbled three figures:
A deeply distressed Kazuma Satou, screaming at the top of his lungs.
A large, surprisingly attractive young woman with blue hair, flailing and yelling, "WAAAAH! Where is my hot spring water!?" This was Aqua, the Goddess.
A small, giggling girl with an absurdly large wizard hat, shouting, "A new world! For a grand, explosive debut!" This was Megumin.
They landed directly on the head of the Tsumiki-Gami Cursed Spirit, not hurting it, but certainly distracting it.
"I TOLD YOU, AQUA! THAT LAST POKER HAND WAS TOO HIGH-RISK! WE'VE BEEN TELEPORTED AGAIN!" Kazuma screamed, panicking as he realized the air was thick with hostile, high-level spiritual energy.
Gojo Satoru lowered his arm, the massive ball of concentrated red energy dissipating harmlessly. He stared at the new arrivals, his face a perfect mask of annoyance.
"Seriously? I'm trying to erase conceptual wood and a giant blue thing just landed in my kill zone," Gojo muttered. He scanned the intruders with his Six Eyes. "Okay, the girl with the giant hat is radiating volatile, uncontrolled elemental magic. The blue one is basically sentient, low-grade holy water, and the pathetic guy... he's emitting the scent of Kazuma's Perpetual Bad Luck so strongly it's actively trying to trip me."
The Tsumiki-Gami, infuriated by the foreign interruption, lashed out a massive, distorted wooden tendril. The tendril was aimed directly at the three new arrivals.
"This is it! We die!" Kazuma shrieked, instantly abandoning his allies. He activated his single most reliable skill. "FLEE!"
He darted across the head of the Cursed Spirit and, in his panic, managed to jump directly onto Gojo's shoulder.
"Get off me, you gremlin," Gojo commanded, trying to maintain his Zen.
Kazuma, seeing Gojo as the obvious, most powerful authority figure—and therefore the best distraction—decided to leverage his low-concept skills.
"You! Sorcerer-guy! We're being attacked by a giant wooden monster! Do something useful!" Kazuma yelled, scrambling down Gojo's back.
Gojo, having had enough, focused a tiny bit of Cursed Energy to blast Kazuma away using an infinitesimally small Blue attraction field. The field should have sent Kazuma flying a kilometer in the opposite direction.
Instead, Kazuma's Bad Luck intervened. The blast of attraction energy missed Kazuma entirely, but instead impacted the Cursed Spirit, ripping out a large chunk of its grotesque body and sending it hurtling toward the ground.
"See? I told you my luck was useful!" Kazuma cheered, momentarily forgetting to panic.
"No, you idiot! Your dimensional interference is causing my techniques to glitch!" Gojo snapped, rubbing his temples. The power of the Nexus link meant that their signature skills were now conceptually incompatible in close proximity.
Kazuma, emboldened by the accidental victory and seeing Gojo as a target of extreme wealth, made his move. He targeted the sleek, black glasses resting on Gojo's nose. They had to be an artifact.
"STEAL!"
Kazuma focused his will, aiming for the single most valuable object on the Sorcerer.
Gojo didn't even flinch. He just laughed. "Try again, dumbass. Limitless already conceptually rejects objects not essential to my existence."
Kazuma's hand passed harmlessly through the glasses. But the concept of the glasses, linked to Gojo's Six Eyes, was momentarily disturbed.
"I can't steal the glasses! But I can steal something valuable!" Kazuma growled, his eyes darting around wildly. He saw the only other thing on Gojo that seemed extraneous.
"STEAL! The Hair Product!"
Kazuma's Luck kicked in. His hand blurred, and he reappeared with a small, specialized tin of high-grade, dimensional-stabilizing hair wax that Gojo used to keep his perfect white hair perfectly in place.
Gojo blinked. "Seriously? You stole my... hair clay? That was a limited edition."
The Cursed Spirit, Tsumiki-Gami, sensing the momentary break in Gojo's concentration, launched its most devastating attack: a rain of razor-sharp, distorted bamboo shards.
"Now, Megumin! Now's your chance!" Aqua screamed from the Cursed Spirit's shoulder.
Megumin, seizing the dramatic opportunity, aimed her staff at the Cursed Spirit. "Explosion!"
A massive, incandescent blast of pure, low-concept elemental magic erupted. It hit the Cursed Spirit with the force of a tactical nuke, and, due to Kazuma's Bad Luck interfering with Gojo's Limitless, the blast did not self-destruct upon contact with Gojo's infinity.
The Tsumiki-Gami was instantly incinerated, dissolving into black mist and scattered wood chips.
The victory was accidental, low-concept, and entirely humiliating.
Gojo stood in the center of the now-smoldering street, his hair beginning to droop slightly due to the loss of his specialized wax. The high-rises slowly began to straighten as the Cursed Spirit's influence vanished.
The damage was immense, but the threat was neutralized. The Jujutsu Sorcerers who arrived on the scene found their greatest ally standing next to two sobbing, brightly dressed dimensional anomalies and one girl giggling about how much damage she caused.
"Gojo-sensei! What in the world happened here?" asked a frantic Grade 1 Sorcerer.
"Dimensional interference, terrible luck, and an existential crisis about my hair," Gojo summarized, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's a long story involving a guy who only steals toiletries."
Kazuma, realizing the situation was now stable but that he was surrounded by terrifyingly serious people, immediately went back to screaming. "We need to go home! Send us home! I'm too high-level for this high-level world!"
Gojo sighed, realizing he needed to use the full Nexus Anchor ability of Dazai to fix this. He focused his mind not on a power, but on a negation. He concentrated entirely on the concept of "No Longer Allowed in Another World."
He fixed his Six Eyes on Kazuma.
"You," Gojo commanded, his voice cold and flat. "You are not allowed to be here. You are not allowed to affect my world's logic. Go."
The sheer, focused, conceptual effort of using the Nexus link via Dazai's power caused a localized dimensional instability around Kazuma.
Kazuma felt a terrifying pull—the feeling of being rejected by reality itself.
"I hate this! I just wanted money!" Kazuma wailed as he, Aqua, and Megumin were suddenly enveloped in a white light.
They vanished, reappearing instantly in the middle of a dilapidated field back in their own world.
"WAAAAH! We're home! And I still haven't found a better drink!" Aqua cried.
Kazuma, clutching the stolen tin of hair wax, looked at it with a mixture of pride and dread. He had won, but at what cost? He looked at the wax tin: it was labeled, in tiny script, "Conceptual Stabilizing Clay: Max Strength."
This is a trophy, Kazuma thought, tucking it into his new Portable Pocket Dimension. A trophy of pure, unadulterated humiliation for the strongest sorcerer in existence. It's perfect.
Back in Shinjuku, Gojo watched the dimensional tear close. His Sorcerers were staring at him.
"Did you... just expel an entire dimension?"
Gojo ran a hand through his now slightly floppy, destabilized white hair. "Yeah. New feature. Now, someone call me a stylist./ and someone else call the Arbiter. We need to talk about their return policy."/
The chaotic collision has established the rules: the Nexus Seven can jump dimensions, but the process is highly volatile and often triggered by intense emotion or specialized intent.