There was no sky.
No ground.
No horizon.
Only an endless white space filled with a faint hum of cursed energy.
Gojo stood still, observing.
"So this is the afterlife?" he muttered.
Blue text appeared in front of him.
Archive Rule 1: This space reflects your limits.
Gojo slipped his hands into his pockets.
"Limits? Mine?"
Yes. Your power exceeded your control.
His smile sharpened slightly.
"So this is a lecture?"
The world suddenly cracked like breaking glass.
The white space shattered.
A distorted Shibuya emerged.
Buildings were incomplete.
Roads looked blurred.
The sky flickered like static.
Then three figures formed ahead.
Jogo.
Hanami.
Choso.
Their bodies were made of condensed cursed energy.
Their eyes were empty.
Simulation Target Set
Objective: Eliminate within 3 minutes
Gojo rolled his neck.
"A time limit. Good."
Jogo attacked first.
A wave of lava burst forward.
Infinity stopped it mid air.
Blue text flashed again.
Infinity Efficiency: 72%
Gojo frowned.
"Who's grading me?"
Choso fired a piercing blood shot.
Gojo dodged.
Hanami locked the ground with roots.
Pressure from three sides.
Normally this would be over instantly.
But here, numbers kept appearing.
Reaction Delay: 0.4 sec
Energy Waste Detected
Overreliance on Passive Defense
Gojo understood.
"You're analyzing my combat."
Correct.
Jogo charged a maximum output blast.
Gojo countered with Red.
The collision erased half the simulation city.
The timer continued.
1:12 remaining
Choso struck from a blind angle.
Gojo blocked, but noticed it.
A tiny delay.
Small.
But real.
The Archive spoke again.
Your eyes see everything.
Your decisions do not.
That annoyed him.
For the first time, Gojo turned Infinity off.
All three rushed him.
Now he relied purely on movement and timing.
No autopilot.
No arrogance.
Just calculation.
A precise Blue pull broke Jogo's balance.
A close-range strike erased him.
Hanami attacked.
Gojo targeted the core directly.
Hanami vanished.
0:18
Choso remained.
Blood waves surged.
Gojo did not rush.
He watched.
Read the pattern.
Found the gap.
One clean strike.
The simulation collapsed.
White space returned.
Objective Complete
Evaluation: Acceptable
Gojo exhaled.
"Acceptable? That was flawless."
No.
You were efficient. Not perfect.
Several doors appeared around him.
Each had a label.
Timing.
Precision.
Domain Control.
Adaptation.
Ego.
His eyes stopped on the last one.
Ego.
He laughed quietly.
"Now you're being personal."
Next Lesson Awaits
The door slowly opened, releasing dark energy.
Gojo stepped toward it, then paused.
"One question," he said.
"Can I win this time?"
The Archive answered calmly.
If you stop assuming you already did.
Gojo smiled.
Not playful.
Not relaxed.
Sharp.
He walked inside.
The second lesson began.