Cato Neimoidia Incident

The capital city of Cato Neimoidia Zarra , known for its towering suspension bridges and grand architecture, had been experiencing a rare moment of peace. The Trade Federation's recent machinations had unsettled the political landscape, but the citizens were still going about their daily lives. Above the bustling streets, the sky was a clear expanse, and for a brief moment, the world seemed calm.

That peace was shattered in an instant.

Without warning, a massive rift tore open in the sky above the city, rippling with dark, twisted energy. A massive form began to materialize out of the portal—an ancient, terrifying beast that radiated overwhelming power. It was the Juubi, the Ten Tails from another dimension. Its first form was a nightmarish sight to behold.

The creature's body was monstrous, a grotesque amalgamation of features that defied logic. It stood on four hulking limbs, each massive enough to crush entire buildings beneath their weight. Its skin was a mottled gray, thick and impenetrable, like the bark of an ancient, cursed tree. From its back, ten writhing tails twisted and flailed wildly, each one tipped with a malevolent energy that crackled and surged like lightning.

The Juubi's single eye dominated its face, a gigantic blood-red orb with the unmistakable pattern of a Rinne Sharingan etched into its center. This eye glowed with malevolent intent, casting an eerie, otherworldly light across the city below. Its gaping maw opened, revealing jagged teeth as it let out a guttural roar that shook the very foundations of the city, sending waves of terror rippling through the populace.

The ground beneath it began to warp and crack from its sheer presence, as the Juubi's tails lashed out, smashing into the surrounding buildings, reducing them to rubble. The creature, in its primal form, was an engine of pure destruction—an embodiment of chaos and power that threatened to tear the city apart.

Panic spread like wildfire as the citizens of Cato Neimoidia fled in terror, desperate to escape the wrath of this ancient beast. The city's defense systems were already on high alert, but against the Juubi, they seemed woefully inadequate. Sirens blared, and the air was filled with the desperate screams of the populace as they sought shelter from the carnage unleashed upon them.

And yet, amid the chaos, there was an ominous sense that this was just the beginning. The Ten Tails had arrived, and with it, a force of destruction that no one on Cato Neimoidia had ever seen before.

The Juubi let out a thunderous roar, its guttural cry shaking the very fabric of the city. With a terrifying display of raw power, it lifted its massive head toward the sky, gathering energy. The air crackled with an ominous charge as small orbs of dark energy began to form around its body. These were the Bijuu Bombs, weapons of pure destruction that pulsated with a sinister light.

In an instant, the Juubi unleashed several of these devastating bombs, hurling them toward the surrounding area. The bombs soared through the air like black comets before slamming into the ground with an earth-shattering impact. The first explosion tore through a district of the capital city, sending debris and fire roaring into the sky. The blast radius stretched for over 800 meters, leveling entire sections of the city in a blink. Buildings collapsed like fragile sandcastles, bridges buckled under the force, and the once-bustling streets were reduced to nothing but smoking craters.

The initial rampage continued as the Juubi's tails whipped violently through the air, further demolishing everything in their path. With each movement, more destruction was unleashed, leaving chaos and despair in its wake. Entire blocks vanished into the devastation, swallowed by the fury of the Juubi's assault.

The city, which had stood for centuries as a symbol of the Trade Federation's wealth and power, was now crumbling beneath the relentless onslaught. The skies, once clear, were filled with the thick smoke of ruin, and the ground shook under the sheer weight of the Juubi's power.

The sudden appearance of the monstrous Juubi threw the entire city into chaos, but the Trade Federation, always prepared for conflict, was quick to respond. Two massive Lucrehulk-class Battleships, standing by in orbit above Cato Neimoidia, immediately deployed their forces. Alarms blared throughout the capital as rows of AAT tanks rolled out from the city's defensive lines. In the skies above, swarms of Vulture droids and Droid Tri-fighters streaked toward the Juubi, their mechanical precision locking onto the beast as they prepared to engage.

Down in the Trade Federation command center, the Neimoidian officers scrambled to understand the situation.

"What… what is that thing?" one officer stammered, his green skin paling at the sight of the colossal creature rampaging through the city.

"We don't know," another responded, frantically scanning the display. "It's not registering in any of our systems. It's not a ship, it's not a creature from any known system… it's… something else."

"Deploy all forces!" barked the Neimoidian Commander, sweat dripping down his temples as he watched the Juubi obliterate another city block with a swipe of its tails. "Take it down before it destroys everything!"

The AAT tanks rolled into position, their heavy cannons swiveling toward the Juubi. With a loud THOOM, they fired in unison, unleashing a barrage of plasma shells that streaked toward the creature. Overhead, the swarms of Droid Starfighters unleashed a torrent of blaster fire, bombarding the Juubi from every angle.

For a moment, it seemed as if the Trade Federation's forces had the upper hand. The sky above the city lit up with firepower, and the air was thick with the deafening sound of explosions. But the Juubi was unfazed. Its hulking form towered over the battlefield, and its single, glowing eye narrowed in fury.

The first wave of plasma shells struck the Juubi's thick hide, but the blasts barely left a mark. It turned its massive head toward the approaching Droid Starfighters, its tails swaying menacingly. With a sudden burst of movement, the Juubi let out another thunderous roar and unleashed a Bijuu Bomb directly into the air. The black orb of energy soared upward before detonating in a brilliant explosion, obliterating dozens of Droid Starfighters in an instant. The fiery wreckage of the droids rained down onto the city below, lighting up the skyline with burning debris.

Down below, the AAT tanks continued their assault, their plasma cannons firing relentlessly, but the Juubi's tails came crashing down like battering rams. One tail swept through the line of tanks, crushing them as though they were made of paper. Another tail slammed into a building, sending chunks of debris hurtling toward the tanks, obliterating everything in its path.

"Commander! We're taking heavy losses!" a Neimoidian officer screamed as the command center's screens lit up with red alerts. "We've lost over fifty percent of our ground forces already! It's cutting through them like they're nothing!"

The commander gripped the edges of his console, his face pale with fear. "Impossible… how can one creature do this? Deploy the Lucrehulks! I want every available fighter to engage! We must stop it at all costs!"

Up in space, the two Lucrehulk-class Battleships opened their hangar bays, deploying hundreds of Vulture droids and Hyena Bombers. The massive capital ships adjusted their trajectory, positioning themselves above the capital city to rain down orbital bombardments. The sky became thick with hundreds of droids, all honing in on the Juubi.

The Juubi's eye flicked upward, sensing the incoming swarm. It reared back, gathering energy once more. In a single motion, it unleashed another devastating Bijuu Bomb, aimed directly at the lead Lucrehulk. The dark orb of energy tore through the atmosphere and slammed into the battleship's shields with overwhelming force.

The resulting explosion was catastrophic.

The Lucrehulk's shields flickered briefly before collapsing under the sheer force of the attack. The ship's hull cracked open, fire and debris spewing into the void as the massive battleship began to disintegrate. Pieces of the ship rained down onto the planet below, crashing into the outskirts of the city with deafening explosions.

"Lucrehulk One is… gone!" shouted a horrified officer.

"Retreat!" the Neimoidian commander bellowed, panic overtaking him as the second Lucrehulk veered off, attempting to escape the same fate. "Get us out of here!"

But it was too late. The Juubi's tails whipped through the air, sending shockwaves rippling outward. One tail swiped through the retreating droid fighters, sending them crashing into the city below. The second Lucrehulk attempted to reposition, but another Bijuu Bomb struck its lower section, tearing through its hull and causing the massive ship to spiral out of control.

Within moments, the mighty Lucrehulks were reduced to nothing but burning wreckage, scattered across the surface of Cato Neimoidia.

Back in the command center, the Neimoidian officers could only watch in stunned silence as the Juubi continued its rampage. One officer, his voice barely above a whisper, muttered, "We… we never stood a chance."

The commander, still trembling, clutched the edge of the console, his voice shaky. "What… what have we awakened? This isn't… it can't be…"

Suddenly, the Juubi's rampage was interrupted by a violent shockwave. Out of nowhere, Gojo Satoru appeared, his trademark carefree grin plastered on his face as he delivered a devastating Black Flash kick to the side of the Juubi. The impact sent the massive creature flying a staggering 200 meters, crashing through what remained of the city and carving a trench through the rubble.

The command center was filled with gasps as the Neimoidians watched in awe.

"Is… is he here to save us?" one officer asked, blinking in confusion.

The commander's expression twisted into something between hope and realization. "Wait… that's Gojo! Oh no, I remember him! He's not here to save us—he's here for the fun!"

The Neimoidians exchanged panicked glances. Another officer, remembering the last time Gojo had interacted with them, gulped. "You mean the same Gojo who said 'till I say yes you can move then you can dessert ,' and then nearly got us killed by a cosmic storm?"

"that's right !" the commander shouted, his hands flailing in despair. "We're doomed again! He doesn't save us—he just enjoys the chaos!"

The officers groaned in unison, some holding their heads as they realized they were once again caught in the midst of one of Gojo's wild stunts.

Meanwhile, Gojo casually dusted off his hands and walked toward the Juubi's new crash site. His eyes sparkled with amusement, his otaku brain already at work as he analyzed the situation. With every step, he muttered under his breath, recalling various anime and manga scenarios.

"This feels familiar," Gojo said to himself, his gaze locking onto the Juubi. "Ten Tails, huh? Juubi… Oh! This is definitely a naruto verse thing. But something's off…"

As he scanned the Juubi's monstrous form, Gojo's expression shifted from amusement to genuine surprise. He blinked, his grin widening into something more sinister.

"Wait a second… I sense something inside it…" He paused, a flash of recognition crossing his face. "No way. Eida's inside this thing?"

Gojo's grin grew wider as he realized what was happening. "Oh, this just got so much more interesting," he muttered, cracking his knuckles. "I've always wanted to meet a superpowered cyborg from another universe."

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Gojo prepared himself for what was sure to be another chaotic, fun-filled battle.

The Juubi, now enraged by Gojo's audacious attack, let out a guttural roar. Its monstrous form shifted as it gathered energy once more, the air around it crackling with a terrifying intensity. Dark orbs of energy began to form around the creature's maw, coalescing into a massive Bijuu Bomb charged with malevolent force. Without hesitation, the Juubi fired its devastating laser-like Bijuu Bomb directly at Gojo.

Gojo's grin remained fixed in place, entirely unfazed. He calmly lifted his left hand, revealing a single eye embedded in the center of his palm. The eye bore two distinct pupils, glowing with a fierce, ominous light.

"Maximum Reversal: Crimson," Gojo uttered, his voice laced with confidence.

The moment the crimson energy left Gojo's hand, the very air around him seemed to warp. A beam of intense red shot forth, directly clashing with the Juubi's Bijuu Bomb. The impact was cataclysmic. The Juubi's dark energy met Gojo's Maximum Reversal, but instead of merely deflecting or dispersing it like his Limitless Reversal Red, this attack was something far more brutal.

The crimson beam sliced through the Bijuu Bomb, splitting it apart like it was made of fragile glass. The force of Gojo's attack didn't stop there. As the Bijuu Bomb was torn asunder, the leftover energy began to warp violently, the reversal power of Crimson distorting space and energy around it. Unlike Reversal Red, which pushed force away, Crimson was a destructive force that unraveled and inverted everything it touched.

The remnants of the Bijuu Bomb detonated with an eerie silence at first, before an ear-piercing crack resounded. The area that had been hit by the blast twisted and folded in on itself, creating a swirling vortex of destruction. The ground split open, as though reality itself was being torn apart. Buildings caught in the wake of the explosion were disintegrated, reduced to nothing but ash and shattered debris. The very air was scorched, and the sky above seemed to ripple in fear of the force unleashed by Gojo's Maximum Reversal: Crimson.

The ground where the beam had struck was no longer just destroyed—it had been utterly obliterated. Where once stood streets, structures, and bridges, there was now only a massive void, a crater deeper and more grotesque than anything the Juubi itself had wrought.

The Juubi, furious after losing half its form, began to shift and morph once again, taking on a grotesque new shape. Its emaciated humanoid figure now stood tall, with long, twisted limbs and an elongated neck. The beast's single, ominous eye remained at the front of its head, while its crooked mouth—filled with straight, unnatural teeth—had shifted to the left side, giving it a sinister, twisted grin. A single ear formed on the right side of its head, and jagged horns protruded from various points on its skull, giving it an even more demonic appearance.

It now possessed visible legs, which it used to stand, bracing itself on its right arm as its left arm was missing from the elbow down. Its terrifying transformation complete, the Juubi let out another ear-splitting roar before launching itself toward Gojo with unimaginable fury.

In its madness, the Juubi unleashed a wild barrage of punches with its remaining limbs, each strike carrying the force of a natural disaster. The very air seemed to tremble as the beast's massive fists came crashing down toward Gojo, intending to crush him under the weight of its blows.

But Gojo, ever calm and unshaken, simply grinned. His hands began to glow with a faint, deadly purple aura. Without a moment's hesitation, he infused his fists with Minimum Purple—a refined version of his devastating Hollow Purple technique, now condensed and coated directly onto his arms. The energy crackled around him, distorting space itself, but this time, Gojo had perfected it. There would be no backlash.

With precision and power, Gojo met the Juubi's barrage head-on. Each of the Ten-Tails' punches was countered by Gojo's own strikes, infused with the destructive energy of Minimum Purple. As their fists collided, the result was nothing short of catastrophic. The Juubi's massive hands, infused with its raw, destructive power, were no match for the refined devastation of Gojo's technique.

One by one, the Juubi's hands began to shatter upon impact, breaking apart like brittle stone. Each punch Gojo delivered carried enough force to obliterate the beast's limbs, reducing them to twisted remnants of what they once were. The sound of cracking bones and ruptured flesh echoed across the battlefield, as Gojo's precise, devastating punches systematically dismantled the Juubi's assault.

With every strike, the balance of power shifted further in Gojo's favor. The Juubi, once an unstoppable force of nature, was now on the defensive, losing limb after limb as Gojo's Minimum Purple tore through its grotesque form.

As Gojo landed the final punch in his barrage, the Juubi, relentless in its fury, wasn't finished yet. Its massive tails whipped through the air, creating a powerful gust as they struck the ground. The Juubi then unleashed Wood Release: Cutting Technique, sharp wooden tendrils erupting from its tails and rushing toward Gojo with lethal precision, aiming to pierce through him.

However, Gojo stood unfazed. A translucent barrier shimmered into existence around him, halting the attack in its tracks. The wooden tendrils splintered and shattered against his shield ( limitless barrier ) , leaving the Juubi's assault completely ineffective. Gojo grinned, his confidence unwavering.

"Is that really all you've got?" Gojo taunted, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

The Juubi, enraged by its inability to land a single blow, shifted tactics. It turned its grotesque head, its twisted mouth gaping wide as it formed a condensed Bijuu Bomb in the shape of a bullet. The energy pulsed with destructive force, crackling with malevolent intent as the Juubi fired the Bijuu Bomb directly at Gojo, aiming to annihilate him with a focused strike.

Gojo's grin only widened. Without a moment's hesitation, he summoned Limitless lapse: Blue, the technique that manipulates the very forces of attraction . With a casual flick of his hand, Gojo reversed the direction of the Bijuu Bomb. The deadly bullet of energy was sucked inward, spiraling back toward the Juubi with terrifying speed.

Before the beast could react, the Bijuu Bomb collided with its massive body, sinking deep into its flesh before detonating inside. The explosion erupted from within the Juubi, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Dark, twisted energy burst forth from the beast's body as it let out a howl of pain, its enormous frame shuddering from the force of the internal blast.

The damage, though not fatal, was substantial. The Juubi staggered, its movements slowed as it attempted to recover from the internal explosion. Smoke and debris billowed from its wounded form, and for the first time since its arrival, the creature looked vulnerable.

The Juubi let out a deafening, bone-rattling shriek—its loudest yet. The sound was so intense it seemed to echo across the entire continent, causing the very air to tremble. Gojo narrowed his eyes as he observed the monstrous beast.

"It's Tenpenchii," Gojo mused, his voice calm despite the rising tension. "A natural disaster mixed with lightning and storms, huh? He's going to blow off everyone like a living nuke."

The air around the Juubi began to warp as a blinding light gathered around it, signaling the impending devastation of the Tenpenchii. The skies above darkened, thunder rumbled, and it seemed as though the creature was about to unleash cataclysmic destruction.

But just as the light reached its apex, the Juubi vanished.

Gojo's smirk faltered for a split second. "So, Juubi bluffed, huh?" he muttered, a sour look crossing his face. Before he could process further, the massive creature reappeared beside him in an instant, moving at speeds that defied its colossal size.

The Juubi had evolved yet again. Its once gaunt and emaciated form had now filled out, gaining bulk and muscle. A new left arm had sprouted, and it stood on its hind legs, towering over Gojo like a muscular giant. The horns on its head had grown larger, twisting upward like a crown of destruction.

Gojo barely had time to react as the Juubi's enormous fist came crashing down. He had intended to test whether the Juubi had somehow inherited Eida's omnipotence ability, but the sheer force of the punch took him by surprise. The monstrous arm collided with Gojo's body, bypassing his Limitless barrier entirely. The force of the blow sent him hurtling through the air, crashing into the ground a kilometer away, the planet shaking from the impact.

Lying amidst the debris, Gojo grinned, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes. "He bypassed my Limitless barrier, huh? What a troublesome ability…"

His four-pupil Rikugan eyes began to glow an intense blue, shimmering with power. As Gojo stood up, the thrill of the battle surged through him. This wasn't just any fight—it was something new, something he hadn't fully anticipated. "interesting," he muttered, brushing the dust from his shoulders as his pupils radiated with renewed focus and energy..

Suddenly, the Juubi's colossal right arm transformed into a massive sword, ready to slash down at Gojo. In an instant, Gojo reacted, cutting through the Juubi's right arm effortlessly. As the Juubi began regenerating its arm, a blinding gray light exploded from the creature's body.

Brankk!

The sudden brightness startled Gojo for a brief moment. "Ooh," he murmured, amused, as he and the Juubi both punched simultaneously, their attacks colliding with such force that they were both thrown backward.

Gojo quickly stood up, brushing off the dust again. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he watched the Juubi struggle to close the distance between them, but the massive creature was slowed down by the giant buildings and large stones that obstructed its path. Gojo didn't move, only watching with a bemused expression.

The Juubi emitted another blinding light.

Brankk!

Suddenly, the Juubi broke free, the light intensifying its power. The beast's massive fist came crashing toward Gojo, hitting him with such force that it sent him flying into a Lucrehulk ship. As Gojo smashed through the interior of the ship, he summoned a Reishi Broadsword and sliced through it effortlessly. However, before he could regain his balance, the Juubi struck again, this time infusing its punch with chakra.

Gojo's eyes widened in surprise as the Juubi's fist collided with him. "Tsunade's technique?" he muttered, recognizing the chakra-enhanced punch. His surprise quickly turned into a smile. "You really are somethin'—"

Before he could finish his sentence, another Lucrehulk came crashing down on him, this time crushed by the Juubi itself, with Gojo trapped inside. With a quick teleport, Gojo escaped just in time, creating distance between himself and the rampaging beast. Floating in the air, he raised his right arm, now covered in darkness, as an eye opened on the back of his hand.

"Maximum Lapse: Azure," Gojo muttered, summoning a massive blue orb infused with the concept of stillness, its very existence unmoving until Gojo allowed it. The orb formed beside the Juubi, threatening to crush it.

But the Juubi swatted the Maximum Lapse: Azure before it could fully form, as if the creature knew exactly where it was going to spawn. Gojo, instead of frustration, burst into laughter, his eyes filled with ecstasy for the fight.

"You can see it, huh? You can see where my Azure is going to spawn!" he said, grinning wildly, his energy surging even higher.

As the Juubi approached, closing the distance between them, Gojo's eyes narrowed with intense focus. He switched from his Reishi Broadsword to the Arm of Darkness, summoning Odin's Sword from Final Fantasy XVI. With a swift movement, Gojo activated Zantetsuken Level 4, unleashing a barrage of slashes that ripped through the Juubi's massive body.

In seconds, the Juubi lost half of its form, but just as quickly, it regenerated, its entire body reforming in an instant.

Gojo and the Juubi found themselves locked in a standoff as they both descended rapidly toward the ground. As they neared the surface, Gojo made an arm stance, darkness swirling around his right arm, and the eye on the back of his hand opened ominously. The Juubi tensed, ready for anything, its immense body prepared to counter whatever attack Gojo had planned.

But Gojo smirked—he was bluffing.

With a swift motion, Gojo raised his left hand, pointing it directly at the Juubi. "Limitless Reversal: Red," he whispered, and a sudden explosion of cursed energy erupted from his hand.

The impact was instantaneous—Red exploded with violent force, and the Juubi's massive form was blown apart, disintegrating into the chaotic wave of destruction. The sheer force of the explosion sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, shaking the very earth beneath them.

However, before Gojo could even take a breath, the Juubi's body began to reform once again, its shape regenerating in an instant, accompanied by another blinding light.

Brankk!

Gojo's eyes sparkled with excitement. "You really don't know how to quit, do you?"

Raising his right arm, Gojo summoned a barrage of Limitless Lapse: Blue at the Juubi, creating spheres of destructive power. But the Juubi was ready, throwing rapid punches into the air like it was shadow boxing, instinctively knowing where each of Gojo's attacks would spawn. Another blinding light erupted from its body as the creature prepared to retaliate.

Brankk!

The Juubi launched a punch directly at Gojo. However, Gojo effortlessly dodged, weaving through the massive fist before countering with a blow of his own, sending the Juubi crashing into a nearby Lucrehulk floating in the air. The enormous ship groaned under the impact, and as the Juubi collided with it, the Lucrehulk began to crumble, descending toward the city below in a catastrophic fall.

Not finished, the Juubi ripped off massive chunks of the crumbling Lucrehulk and hurled them at Gojo with monstrous strength. Gojo, unfazed, raised his Arm of Darkness and summoned Zantetsuken: Blinding Steel.

With a single swift motion, the world seemed to pause as Gojo unleashed the technique. The blinding steel cut through everything within a 4-kilometer radius, cleaving the remnants of the Lucrehulk, the Juubi, and the very landscape around them. The air itself split, as if reality was sliced in two.

The damage was cataclysmic. Entire blocks of the already ruined city were obliterated. Buildings that had barely been holding together after the previous clashes collapsed in massive heaps of rubble. Streets tore apart, leaving deep scars in the earth. Everything within the path of Blinding Steel—including the Juubi—was cut clean in half. The severed remains of the Lucrehulk plummeted to the ground, adding to the devastation, as dust and debris filled the air in a choking cloud.

Gojo stood amidst the chaos, a smirk playing on his lips. He raised his arms, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he surveyed the wreckage. The city below him was nothing more than a broken, shattered shell—a testament to the destruction he and the Juubi had brought. The sounds of crumbling buildings and groaning metal filled the air, mixing with the silence of the defeated landscape.

For a moment, Gojo closed his eyes, relishing the absolute chaos he had created.

Satisfied, Gojo teleported to the Juubi, which was still tangled in the falling wreckage of the Lucrehulk. He wasted no time, delivering a devastating kick infused with Minimum: Purple and amplified by Black Flash, increasing the power of the attack by 2.5 times. The impact was brutal. The Juubi was sent hurtling through the air at an unimaginable speed, its body mangled as it smashed into the distant ocean.

The damage was gruesome—entire sections of the Juubi's body were torn apart by the force of the blow. Limbs were severed, flesh ripped apart, and dark blood splattered across the ocean's surface, dying the water red. The sheer force of the attack caused massive shockwaves, creating tsunamis that swept across the coastline. The Juubi's body tumbled deep into the ocean, its gargantuan form cratering the sea floor.

But the moment of victory was short-lived. The Juubi began to regenerate instantly. Flesh and bones reformed as if nothing had happened, and within seconds, the beast was whole again, its grotesque body rising from the depths of the ocean.

Suddenly, the Juubi began to absorb massive amounts of water into its body, pulling the ocean itself into its stomach. The sea level visibly dropped as the Juubi continued to draw in more and more water, leaving the coastline barren and dry. Entire swaths of the ocean disappeared, creating a vast chasm where water once flowed. It was as if the sea itself was being drained, sucked into the abyss of the Juubi's enormous body.

And then, with a blinding flash of light—

Brankk!

The Juubi unleashed the stored water, spitting it out in a monstrous flood. The surge of water erupted from the creature's mouth with such force that it created a massive tidal wave, sweeping over the entire capital of Cato Neimoidia. Buildings crumbled under the weight of the flood as the once-proud city was drowned in an instant. Streets turned into rivers, and the ocean reclaimed the land in a destructive cascade.

Gojo stood amidst the chaos, his grin widening as he watched the Juubi unleash its devastation upon the capital. But suddenly, the Juubi was already beside him, faster than he anticipated, and hurled two massive mountains toward him.

Gojo barely blinked as he dodged, slipping through the tight space between the two mountains with ease. As the mountains collided behind him, sending debris everywhere, Gojo casually picked up a chunk of rock and flung it toward the Juubi, testing its reactions. The beast effortlessly smashed the rock to pieces with a single punch.

"Not bad," Gojo muttered, grinning.

With a wave of his hand, Gojo summoned 10 Sankt Bogen (holy bows) that floated around him, their ethereal strings humming with energy. He unleashed a storm of Gigantic Heilg Pfeill (thousands of holy arrows), the barrage cutting through the sky like beams of light, raining down on the Juubi. The creature roared in frustration, swinging its fists wildly to block the onslaught, but the sheer volume of arrows was overwhelming.

Desperation seemed to set in, and the Juubi unleashed its next attack—Tenpiichi. Drawing on its immeasurable chakra and the natural energy around it, the Juubi became the epicenter of devastation. In an instant, the landscape erupted with simultaneous natural disasters: earthquakes shook the ground violently, floods swallowed what remained of the city, lightning storms cracked the sky, and tornadoes spun out of control, tearing through everything in their path.

The combined effect was like a nuclear explosion. A vast mushroom cloud rose into the sky, the shockwave of destruction leveling everything within a 10-kilometer radius. Buildings that had somehow survived the earlier chaos were obliterated in seconds. The ground split apart, and the air was filled with debris and raw energy. The city of Cato Neimoidia was reduced to nothing more than a wasteland of rubble, a landscape forever scarred by the wrath of the Juubi.

Yet, in the center of the storm, Gojo stood completely unharmed. His Limitless barrier, infused with his boundless spiritual aura, created a perfect dome around him. The winds, lightning, and debris all crashed harmlessly against his shield, leaving him untouched amidst the destruction.

Suddenly, another blinding light exploded from the Juubi.

Brankk!

Gojo narrowed his eyes, analyzing the situation. His voice calm but curious, he muttered, "So, it's similar to Mahoraga, huh? But you're using something even more advanced. Eida's ability , I assume..."

He didn't say the full explanation aloud, knowing his actions were being broadcast to the entire galaxy. "It's adapting, changing itself to counter me. A slow, evolving punch—the strongest in the galaxy."

Gojo chuckled to himself, his eyes flashing with amusement. "If the half-awakened me fought you now, I'd be in serious trouble."

With a deep laugh, Gojo's voice echoed through the wreckage. "Kuhuhuhu! You've shown me a lot of lessons using your ability, EIDAAAAAA!"

Gojo's eyes glowed with intensity as he formed a satra hand seal. The air crackled with power, and he declared with force:

"Domain Expansion : Unlimited Void !"

Instantly, the entire radius of 200 kilometers was darkened, as if a veil had been pulled over the world. The sky disappeared, consumed by the sheer immensity of Gojo's domain. Within this Unlimited Void, the target was brought inside the Limitless itself. The endless void resembled outer space, with a swirling black hole at its core, distant galaxies faintly visible in the background, and countless white patches twinkling like stars. Boundless raw information flooded into the target's mind, overwhelming them, rendering them completely immobile—Gojo considered this an almost guaranteed victory.

However, this domain was different from anything before. As Soul King, Gojo had expanded his Unlimited Void to an open-type barrier, similar to Sukuna's, allowing the weak to escape if they wished. But reality itself had been altered—Gojo infused his domain with the Heart of the Soul King, granting him Gerard Valkyrie's Miracle, and the Left Hand of the Soul King, governing evolution with Pernida's abilities.

In this altered domain, Gojo unleashed the maximum versions of his techniques.

He targeted everything organic within the 200-kilometer radius, summoning Maximum Reversal: Crimson. A massive wave of destructive crimson energy surged through the environment, targeting everything alive. Plants, animals, and even microscopic life were vaporized instantly. Trees were reduced to ash, and any remaining organic matter in the destroyed city dissolved in seconds, leaving behind a barren wasteland devoid of life.

Next, Gojo shifted his focus to the inorganic, summoning Maximum Lapse: Azure. A colossal blue orb formed above the desolate landscape, its power warping gravity and distorting space around it. The Azure devoured everything inorganic in its path—buildings, roads, and debris—all crumbled under the weight of its pull. Metal structures were twisted and torn apart, the planet's surface was scorched, and the very ground cracked and split apart, leaving gaping chasms where entire cities once stood.

The 200-kilometer radius was now a ruin of destruction. The clash of Crimson and Azure created surges of energy so intense that, in some spots, the two forces fused together, producing multiple Hollow Purple spheres—unstable fusions of red and blue that acted as chaotic bombs. These spheres exploded throughout the battlefield, sending massive shockwaves through the planet's surface, devastating the environment even further.

The explosions tore through the earth, sending debris miles into the air. The once-thriving cityscape was now reduced to nothing more than craters and jagged rock formations. The sky above churned with dust and ash, and the ground shook under the weight of the destruction Gojo had unleashed.

As the dust began to settle, Gojo grinned. His eyes gleamed with untamed power, and he wasn't done yet. The devastation he had caused was merely a prelude.

With his arms raised, Gojo called upon the final technique.

"Hollow Technique: 500% Unrestricted Purple!"

The very air seemed to tremble as Gojo unleashed his ultimate attack. A massive Purple sphere, glowing with malevolent energy, began to form in the sky, expanding rapidly. The sheer size and power of the sphere caused the surrounding atmosphere to warp, pulling everything toward it. The sphere continued to grow, its energy building to an astronomical level.

When the 500% Unrestricted Purple detonated, it was like the dawn of a new star. The explosion unleashed an unfathomable amount of power, sending a blinding flash of light that could be seen for thousands of miles. The shockwave from the explosion ripped through the planet's surface, creating a star-like explosion that vaporized everything in its path.

The ground was torn apart in an instant, the land reduced to molten slag, and the very atmosphere above was scorched. Entire continents felt the tremors of the blast, and the skies were filled with the light of the explosion. The planet itself quaked as fissures opened across the landscape, stretching far beyond the initial 200-kilometer radius of the explosion. Entire sections of the planet's crust were lifted and shattered under the sheer force of Gojo's attack.

The explosion formed a towering mushroom cloud, the likes of which had never been seen before, dwarfing anything in the known galaxy. It was as if the planet had been struck by a supernova, and the blinding light was the last thing many would ever see.

Gojo floated high above the devastation, arms still raised, his smirk never leaving his face. Below him, the ground was completely obliterated, with nothing but a massive, glowing crater remaining. The 200-kilometer radius was gone, replaced by a deep scar in the planet, molten lava bubbling at the bottom of the pit, and the surrounding land charred beyond recognition.

He slowly lowered his arms, surveying the ruins of his destruction with an expression of pure satisfaction. The power he wielded, the chaos he created—it was beyond anything that the galaxy had ever witnessed.

But far in the distance, despite all the destruction, the Juubi stirred once more. Its body flickered, regeneration slow but relentless. However, something was different this time. The familiar blinding light flashed again, but instead of reforming, the Juubi's massive form began to dissolve.

Gojo's eyes narrowed as the creature's shape melted away, revealing something hidden beneath. As the Juubi disintegrated, what remained was a large metal pod, sleek and futuristic, covered in intricate markings and glyphs. The pod shimmered faintly, its surface reflecting the distant light of the surrounding devastation.

"Interesting," Gojo muttered, his smirk widening. "So this was what you were hiding all along."

The pod was unlike anything Gojo had encountered before. Its surface was smooth, with no visible seams or openings, and it emitted a faint hum of power. Strange, glowing symbols pulsed along the sides of the metallic casing, their meanings lost to all but the most ancient civilizations. It radiated an energy that was both ancient and futuristic, a relic from a time long forgotten.

Gojo realized instantly what—or rather who—was inside.

With a single motion, Gojo raised his hand, making the broadcast that had been transmitting his every move to the entire galaxy go black. The screens flickered, then cut out completely. No one would see what came next.

"This," Gojo whispered, "is a loot worth treasuring."

He floated down toward the pod, eyes gleaming with curiosity and anticipation. No one could see the contents of the pod except for him. As he approached, the hum of energy around the pod intensified, almost as if responding to Gojo's presence.

With a wave of his hand, Gojo commanded his system inventory to open, enveloping the pod in a subtle glow as it was stored away in his dimensional space, safely concealed from the rest of the galaxy.

"We're going to have a lot of chats, Eida," Gojo said with a smirk, his voice carrying a mix of excitement and anticipation. He turned away from the now-empty battlefield, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.

The entire galaxy was left in the dark, but Gojo held the key to something far more valuable than anyone could have imagined. Eida, the source of omnipotence, lay safely hidden within his grasp.

And with that, Gojo vanished from the scene, leaving behind only the devastation he had wrought and the mysteries he had uncovered.

Padmé, Yukinami, and Reika landed gracefully in the royal chamber of Theed Castle, their forms still glowing with the ethereal light of Quincy Vollständig. The aura of power bestowed upon them by Gojo through Auswählen still thrummed in their veins, a reminder of his overwhelming strength and the bond they now shared with him.

Despite the awe they felt, their hearts were heavy with mixed emotions. As they stood in the grand, familiar hall of Theed, their thoughts lingered on the destruction they had witnessed on Cato Neimoidia.

Padmé, gazing out over the serene Naboo landscape from the balcony, found it difficult to reconcile the conflicting feelings swirling within her. She had seen the devastation Gojo had caused firsthand—the way he obliterated his enemies without regard for who was involved. It was the Trade Federation who had committed unspeakable crimes against her people, yes, but Gojo's retribution had been so absolute, so... indiscriminate.

She spoke first, her voice low but trembling with emotion. "Gojo saved us... he saved my people from the Trade Federation's tyranny. But…" She paused, her brow furrowing as she reflected on the scene of destruction in her mind. "The way he did it… he didn't care who got caught in the crossfire. He just… wiped them all away."

Yukinami, normally shy and hesitant, nodded in agreement, her face pale from the memory of the catastrophe. "What Gojo-sensei created… it was beyond anything we could have ever imagined." Her voice was soft, almost shaken. "But the cost… so many lives, both guilty and innocent…"

The weight of those words hung in the air. Reika, always the more headstrong of the group, clenched her fists tightly. Her love and admiration for Gojo had only grown since his resurrection, but even she could not shake the unsettling feeling that lingered after witnessing the carnage.

"He came back as the Honored One," Reika said, her voice more resolute, though tinged with concern. "We should be grateful… he gave us this power," she gestured to the glowing wings behind them, "but what he did back there... it was almost like he didn't care who was involved, whether they were with the Federation or not."

Padmé nodded, her expression serious. "I've seen the Trade Federation's crimes firsthand. I know what they did to Naboo, how they enslaved my people, how they tried to destroy everything we stood for." Her fists clenched at her sides. "But... I fear what Gojo has become. He's no longer bound by the limits of life or death, and with that power, I wonder if he still sees the world the same way."

A heavy silence settled over them. The exhilaration of Gojo's return, of his gift of Vollständig, was tempered by the sobering reality of what they had witnessed. They were happy that he had come back to them, stronger than ever—but they were also deeply concerned about the damage he caused without regard for those caught in the destruction.

Yukinami took a deep breath, her voice trembling but filled with a quiet resolve. "We still love him… but we can't ignore what's happening. Gojo-sensei's power is beyond anything we've ever seen… but it's terrifying."

Padmé turned to her, nodding in agreement. "We must stay by his side. If we don't… I fear what he could become. His enemies won't stop, and neither will he."

Reika finally spoke, her eyes reflecting the strength of her devotion, but also the growing realization of their situation. "We'll support him, no matter what… but we need to make sure he doesn't lose sight of who he really is."

As they stood in the royal chamber of Theed, bathed in the golden light of Vollständig, they made a silent vow. They would stand by Gojo's side as he continued his journey as the Honored One, but they would also do everything in their power to remind him of the value of life and the importance of balance.

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn stood in the royal chamber of Theed Castle, their eyes locked on the broadcast of the devastation Gojo had wrought on Cato Neimoidia. The once-vibrant city was now nothing more than a wasteland, reduced to rubble and ash by Gojo's Domain Expansion. The sheer scale of destruction left them both speechless.

Obi-Wan's brow furrowed, his voice thick with disbelief. "Master, this… this can't be the work of a Jedi. What Gojo did… it's more destructive than anything the Sith could ever dream of."

Qui-Gon, though outwardly calm, wore a troubled expression as he watched the fallout of Gojo's power. "It's more than destruction, Obi-Wan. Gojo's Domain Expansion… it's not bound by the Force as we know it. He's manipulating reality itself, beyond what the Light or Dark Side can achieve."

Obi-Wan clenched his fists, struggling to reconcile what he had seen. "But, Master, he destroyed everything. He didn't just stop the Trade Federation—he obliterated the entire city. Innocents, the buildings, the very land—nothing was spared."

The air in the royal chamber seemed thick with tension as the two Jedi grappled with the enormity of Gojo's actions. The Force trembled around them, resonating with the power that Gojo had unleashed. The devastation on Cato Neimoidia was absolute—no one and nothing was left standing.

Qui-Gon closed his eyes for a moment, reaching out to the Force for clarity. "It's true, Gojo is unlike anything we've encountered. But we cannot ignore the feats he's already accomplished. You remember the battle with Plagueis, don't you? He used Auswählen to save those caught in the crossfire—resurrecting them as if they'd never been touched by death."

Obi-Wan nodded slowly, recalling the aftermath of that battle. "Yes, Master… he did something no Jedi or Sith could have. He even reduced the Dark Side by nearly a fifth of its strength, at least from what we've estimated. No one's ever had that kind of impact on the Force."

"And now," Qui-Gon continued, "even in the chaos of Cato Neimoidia, Gojo saved lives, whether by design or coincidence. He is a hero to those who were spared… and yet, a calamity to those who were caught in the storm of his power."

Obi-Wan sighed, the conflict within him growing stronger. "It's hard to see him as a hero when the destruction he causes doesn't distinguish between the guilty and the innocent. He saved the people caught in his battle with Plagueis… but now, he's brought that same devastation here."

The chamber seemed to grow colder as Obi-Wan's words hung in the air. The line between heroism and destruction had never felt thinner.

"Gojo walks a path far beyond what the Jedi or Sith can comprehend," Qui-Gon said softly, his eyes filled with both wisdom and concern. "He sees the galaxy differently, and while his actions can save countless lives, the devastation he leaves behind is undeniable. The Trade Federation were criminals, yes, but Gojo's power doesn't care who gets caught in the blast."

Obi-Wan's expression tightened. "Master, how do we deal with someone who's both a hero and a calamity? How can we stop him, or even guide him, when he doesn't seem to care about the consequences of his actions?"

Qui-Gon placed a reassuring hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, though his own expression remained grim. "We must remain vigilant, Obi-Wan. Gojo's power could reshape the galaxy itself, for better or for worse. It's our responsibility to ensure he doesn't lose his way, to remind him of the value of balance. He's a force of nature, but we must do what we can to steer that force toward good."

Obi-Wan nodded, though the weight of that responsibility was overwhelming. He hesitated, his voice softening as he reflected on Gojo's past sacrifice. "Master… it seems like his resurrection as the Honored One has changed him. I have to admit… he did sacrifice himself back then, using Auswählen to create that planetary shield over Naboo. He could have saved himself by sacrificing us instead, but he chose to protect the entire planet, even though it cost him."

Obi-Wan's face darkened as he remembered Gojo's dying words. "He even joked about how horrifying Auswählen was—that it could just as easily drain the lives of those around him to heal himself. But… when he came back, it felt like something had been taken from him. Something that made him mortal."

Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan thoughtfully, his own gaze troubled. "You may be right, Obi-Wan. His resurrection has brought him closer to the line between god and man. In sacrificing his mortality, Gojo may have lost the part of himself that understood what it means to live and die."

He sighed, his voice deepening with personal reflection. "The power to create, to destroy, to bend reality itself—that's what Gojo now wields. But with that power comes the risk of losing touch with the value of life. He sacrificed himself once for Naboo, but now… I fear that part of him, the part that still felt the fragility of life, may be slipping away."

Obi-Wan's brow furrowed. "So, Master… how do we remind someone like him of his humanity? How do we make him see that even with all his power, life—innocent life—still matters?"

Qui-Gon gave a small, sad smile. "Perhaps it's not about reminding him of his humanity. It's about making sure he doesn't forget why he fights in the first place. Gojo has transcended mortality, yes, but that doesn't mean he can't be guided. As long as he stays connected to the people he's trying to protect, there's still hope."

Obi-Wan exhaled, the enormity of the situation pressing down on him. "He's a hero to many, Master… but to others, he's a walking disaster."

As they stood together in the royal chamber, watching the remnants of Gojo's Domain Expansion on the screen, the weight of their responsibility became clear. They would have to navigate the delicate balance between guiding Gojo's godlike power and preventing him from becoming the very thing he sought to destroy.

As the group in the royal chamber of Theed Castle continued to process the devastation Gojo had wrought on Cato Neimoidia, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and the others stood in stunned silence, each grappling with the consequences of Gojo's overwhelming power. The air felt heavier, as if the weight of Gojo's actions were pressing down on all of them.

Sabé, the handmaiden and loyal guard to the true Queen Amidala, broke the silence with a troubled expression. "This… reminds me of Sukuna," she said, her voice cutting through the room's heavy atmosphere.

Panaka, the steadfast captain of Naboo's security, furrowed his brow in confusion. "Sukuna? Who's Sukuna?"

Sabé shot him a look, her eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and worry. "Forget about it. What I'm trying to say is, Gojo… he's becoming more like Sukuna with every battle."

She paused, her thoughts drifting back to what she had witnessed on Coruscant, when Gojo had clashed with Sukuna on the outskirts, fighting for control over his Malevolent Shrine. She recalled the massive 60-kilometer radius of Sukuna's Domain Expansion, how it had warped the very landscape of the city. It was terrifying, monstrous—an unchecked force of destruction. And now, as she watched Gojo reduce Cato Neimoidia to nothing but dust, she could see the parallels.

Panaka, still not entirely sure who Sukuna was, looked at her, perplexed. "So, what does that mean? What are you trying to say?"

Sabé took a deep breath and turned to face him fully. "It means that Gojo is both a hero and a walking disaster. He's saved us, yes, but the destruction he leaves in his wake… it's like he doesn't care who gets caught in the crossfire."

Panaka shook his head, still trying to make sense of it. "But he's the reason Naboo is still standing. He protected us from the Trade Federation."

Sabé nodded. "He did. But look at what happened at Cato Neimoidia. He wiped the entire city off the map. Innocents and criminals alike. Just like when he fought Sukuna—Gojo's power doesn't care who's in the way."

The room fell into silence once more, the weight of Sabé's words sinking in. Gojo, the one who had saved them time and time again, was no longer just a protector. He was a force of nature, unpredictable and dangerous, like the very entities he fought against.

Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon exchanged glances, the Jedi silently agreeing with Sabé's assessment. They had seen this in Gojo too—the fine line he walked between being a savior and a destroyer.

Sabé's eyes softened, though her concern remained. "I'm not saying Gojo is evil. But the more power he gains, the more he's losing touch with the value of life. He's becoming something else… something we may not fully understand."

Panaka finally nodded, though the unease in his expression showed that he was still processing it all. "Then what do we do?"

Sabé's answer came without hesitation. "We stand by him. He's saved us before, and we owe him our loyalty. But we have to be prepared for what might come next. Gojo's journey isn't over… and we need to make sure he doesn't lose himself along the way."

Obi-Wan Kenobi, still grappling with Sabé's words, stepped forward. "But the outskirts of Coruscant were evacuated before the fight, right? No one was harmed in the clash between Gojo and Sukuna." His brow furrowed as he reflected on Gojo's methods. "But I have to admit… Gojo's way of solving problems now is far more terrifying than anything we could have ever imagined."

Qui-Gon nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with concern. "Gojo's power has always been immense, but now… there's a recklessness to it. He's no longer just stopping his enemies—he's wiping them out, along with anyone who happens to be in the way."

Sabé sighed, crossing her arms as she looked back at the display showing Cato Neimoidia in ruins. ". The problem isn't just who he's fighting; it's that he doesn't seem to care about the collateral damage anymore. Innocent people, structures, entire cities—nothing is off-limits."

The weight of the conversation settled over the room once more. Gojo, the man who had saved Naboo and countless others, was also becoming a figure who inspired fear, not just in his enemies but in those who stood by him.

Obi-Wan exchanged a glance with Qui-Gon, the apprentice and master both silently acknowledging the challenge that lay ahead. "It's becoming clearer now," Obi-Wan said quietly. "Gojo may still be on our side, but he's walking a dangerous line. And if he falls… the consequences could be catastrophic."

Sabé nodded, her eyes reflecting her deep concern. "That's what we have to prevent. We need to keep him grounded, connected to the people he's fighting for, or else he could lose himself completely."

The room fell into a solemn silence once again. Gojo's journey was far from over, and those who stood by him understood that they would need to tread carefully as they supported him. Whether he remained their greatest hero or became the very disaster they feared depended on the path he chose.

Anakin stood quietly near the others in the royal chamber, his eyes locked on the screen showing the ruined remains of Cato Neimoidia. The devastation was unimaginable, and the scale of Gojo's power was more than anything Anakin had ever seen. Yet, despite the chaos, his heart was filled with gratitude. He glanced at his mother, Shmi, who stood beside him, equally silent but thankful for what Gojo had done for them.

"He saved us, Mom," Anakin whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of emotions. "Idiot Sensei freed us from slavery, gave me the chance to become something more."

Shmi nodded, her eyes soft with emotion. "Gojo did more for us than anyone else ever has. He gave us freedom… and a life we could have never dreamed of."

Suzunami, standing nearby, was deep in thought. His gaze drifted to the display of destruction, but his mind was on the power that now flowed through his veins—power given to him by Gojo ( trained by gojo through combat ) . His Altar Technique, similar to Sukuna's, was a gift Gojo had bestowed upon him, and it had transformed both his and Yukinami's lives.

"Sensei saved me and Yukinami too," Suzunami said quietly, his hands clenching at his sides. "He gave us power… power that I thought could protect everyone. But now, I'm starting to wonder…."

Anakin glanced over at Suzunami, curiosity and concern in his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Suzunami's eyes darkened as memories of Sukuna surfaced. He had seen the terror that Sukuna embodied, how his Domain Expansion tore apart the outskirts of Coruscant. And now, as he watched Sensei unleash devastation on Cato Neimoidia, the similarities between Gojo and Sukuna were becoming harder to ignore.

"I thought Sensei was different," Suzunami continued, his voice tinged with unease. "But now… it's like he's becoming more like Sukuna. Or maybe worse. The power he has now… it doesn't care who gets caught in its path."

Shmi, hearing Suzunami's words, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Gojo saved us from the worst fate imaginable. But I see what you mean. The way he destroys everything in his way, it's… frightening."

Anakin's brow furrowed, his emotions conflicted. "Idiot Sensei saved us. He gave us freedom. He even gave us choice . But this…," Anakin trailed off, struggling to put his thoughts into words as he stared at the screen.

Suzunami nodded. "Right potential man . He saved us, but he's destroying everything else. It's like the lines between hero and monster are starting to blur."

The room was filled with the weight of their words, as all three of them—Anakin, Suzunami, and Shmi—grappled with the complexity of Sensei's power. Gratitude and fear mixed together, creating a sense of uncertainty about what lay ahead.

"We owe him everything," Suzunami said quietly, looking down at his hands, still remembering the immense power his Altar Technique gave him. "But if he's becoming more like Sukuna… I'm not sure where this will end."

In the opulent confines of his Chancellor's chamber, Palpatine—Darth Sidious—sat with a dark scowl etched across his face. His hands trembled with suppressed rage as he stared at the ethereal screen that had appeared in the sky, showing the devastation at Cato Neimoidia. It was as if the destruction had been broadcast for the entire galaxy to witness—likely a deliberate move by Gojo.

The screen flickered ominously, showing the smoldering ruin of the planet, the very land warped by the power of Maximum Reversal: Crimson, Maximum Lapse: Azure, and 500% Unrestricted Purple. What once stood as a vital Trade Federation stronghold was now nothing more than ash and debris, spread across a 200-kilometer radius.

Palpatine's fingers tightened around the arms of his chair. His breaths were deep, slow, but strained—an attempt to suppress the growing panic gnawing at his insides.

"He's broadcasting this…" Palpatine muttered through gritted teeth, staring at the screen in the sky. His voice was filled with venomous frustration. "He wants the galaxy to see what he's capable of."

For all his meticulous planning, all his careful manipulation of the Republic, Sidious was now faced with something far beyond his control. Gojo had not only obliterated Cato Neimoidia, but he had also exposed the Sith shrine beneath the Jedi Temple, a secret Sidious had guarded for generations.

The weight of these two blows—along with the 20% reduction of the Dark Side's potency—hit Sidious like a punch to the gut.

The Trade Federation, which had been instrumental to his plan to destabilize the Republic, was now in disarray. The destruction of Cato Neimoidia left an economic and political vacuum that could upset the entire balance of power in the galaxy. Worse, the Sith shrine had been uncovered, weakening his covert influence over the Jedi.

His fingers curled into tight fists, shaking with fury. "This… fool," he hissed. "Does he not understand the delicate balance he's upset?"

The image on the screen changed, showing the full impact of Gojo's obliterating powers. Sidious's lips twisted into a snarl as the true scale of the devastation settled in. The 200-kilometer radius was reduced to nothing—craters, molten rock, and vaporized cities. It was a terrifying display of unchecked, unrestrained destruction.

"He has no regard for the consequences," Sidious muttered, his voice filled with bitter fury. "He destroys everything in his path, and for what? To show his strength?"

Palpatine's mind raced, recalling the events of Before , when Gojo's exposure of the Sith shrine and his reduction of the Dark Side had left Sidious reeling. This new event—Cato Neimoidia—had escalated Gojo's actions from disruptive to catastrophic.

"He has already weakened the Dark Side… and now this," Sidious whispered, his tone dark and dangerous. "He's becoming more of a threat than I ever anticipated."

For the first time, Sidious felt genuine fear. Gojo had the ability to shift the balance of power in the galaxy—not just in terms of political dominance but in raw, destructive force. His power rivaled anything Sidious had seen before, and the fact that it was being flaunted for the galaxy to see only deepened Sidious's dread.

"This… Gojo Satoru," Sidious spat, "is person who don't care about rules ."

His mind wandered back to Sukuna, the horrifying entity Gojo had defeated. The scale of Gojo's power during that fight had been staggering, but now… now it seemed that Gojo was not only following in Sukuna's footsteps—he was becoming something far more dangerous.

Palpatine's gaze flickered back to the ethereal screen, his eyes narrowing in a mixture of fear and rage. "This is beyond anything I have ever faced," he admitted through clenched teeth.

The Dark Side, which had always been his strength, felt distant now. The wound Gojo had dealt—weakening it by fifth of it —still festered inside him. He could feel his own connection to the Force diminished, as though Gojo had torn away a piece of his very essence.

And now, the Trade Federation, his vital pawn, was on catatonic . Palpatine's plan for galactic domination was in jeopardy.

"I must act swiftly," he muttered to himself, rising from his chair. "This cannot continue."

His mind was alight with plans—he would accelerate his move to power. The Senate would need to be brought under tighter control, and Order 66 might be needed to be executed sooner than anticipated. But even with these plans, one thing was clear:

Gojo had to be stopped.

Sidious paced the room, his cloak swirling around him. The very idea of facing Gojo directly filled him with unease. No Sith, not even Darth Plagueis, had ever faced a force of such overwhelming power. Gojo could reshape the landscape of planets, annihilate entire cities, and bend reality itself to his will.

"He will fall," Sidious muttered darkly. "I will find his weakness."

But deep inside, the fear lingered. Gojo had become something more than just a threat to the Sith—he was a threat to the galaxy itself. And the worst part? Sidious had no way to control him.

As he stood in the darkened chamber, the ethereal screen continued to broadcast the aftermath of Cato Neimoidia—a grim reminder of what Gojo was capable of.

Sidious's eyes gleamed with malice. "This galaxy is mine, Gojo. You may play the hero, but in the end, I will be the one standing."

Yet for the first time in his life, Sidious felt the icy grip of fear. Gojo Satoru was the one thing he could not predict, could not manipulate. And that made him the most dangerous enemy Sidious had ever faced.

The Jedi Council Chamber remained in an oppressive silence as the ethereal screen in the sky over Coruscant displayed the cataclysmic events unfolding on Cato Neimoidia. The devastation wrought by Gojo was unlike anything they had ever seen—a force of nature unleashed without regard for collateral damage.

Master Mace Windu, the first to break the silence, spoke with restrained fury. "This is madness," he muttered, shaking his head as the smoldering remains of Cato Neimoidia filled the screen. "Gojo didn't just defeat the Trade Federation—he erased an entire city. Innocents, structures, the land itself… all wiped away without a second thought."

He turned sharply to the other Council members, his frustration palpable. "This is the second time we've seen the scope of his power grow beyond anything we imagined. First, the Sith shrine, then reducing the Dark Side by a fifth, and now this…" Mace clenched his fists. "This isn't what we stand for. He's becoming a force of destruction."

Master Yoda, seated calmly yet with deep concern evident on his face, watched the screen intently. His cane rested in his lap, but his thoughts were far from serene. "Reckless, Gojo has become. Powerful, yes… but the danger grows with each battle. The line between balance and chaos, blurred it has become."

Yoda's wise eyes reflected the horrors of Cato Neimoidia as they played out before them. "Clouded, his path is. Like Sukuna, I sense," Yoda murmured. "Destruction, he sows. No care for who suffers along the way, hmmm?"

Mace continued to pace as the images of Maximum Reversal: Crimson, Maximum Lapse: Azure, and 500% Unrestricted Purple unfolded on the ethereal screen. "He's no longer fighting to protect—he's obliterating everything in his path, whether they're involved or not. This is more dangerous than anything the Sith have done in generations."

The Council remained silent, each member grappling with the stark reality that Gojo, once seen as an ally, was now spiraling into something uncontrollable. His power, which had once seemed like a beacon of hope, now teetered on the edge of chaos.

Master Yoda broke the silence again, his voice steady but grave. "Gojo, a hero some see, but a calamity, he has become. Careful, we must be, for balance, fragile it remains."

Mace Windu, ever the realist, added sharply, "We cannot allow this to continue unchecked. If he keeps fighting like this, no planet, no people will be safe. Gojo is becoming something far worse than the Sith ever dreamed."

Master Plo Koon, who had remained silent until now, spoke with a deep, measured tone. "But let us not forget, Master Yoda… he did save Coruscant from Darth Plagueis. The Sith Lord was prepared to devour the entire planet through that red storm we saw in the sky. We were powerless against it, but Gojo stopped it."

The room fell into a deeper silence as the weight of Plo Koon's words settled in. He continued, his voice filled with a mix of respect and unease. "And when the battle was over, Gojo used his Blue Rain to resurrect those who were caught in the crossfire. I saw it myself—from Level 5127 down to Level 1, he saved countless lives. For all the destruction he caused, he has shown a willingness to heal as well."

Yoda nodded in agreement, his ears twitching slightly as he considered Plo Koon's words. "Saved many, Gojo has. True. But a balance he must find, or more destruction will follow."

Mace Windu, never one to let sentiment cloud his judgment, crossed his arms, his expression hard. "He may have saved Coruscant, but look at Cato Neimoidia now. What's left? Nothing but ash. He's becoming a danger to everyone around him, and if we don't intervene, it could be too late."

Master Ki-Adi-Mundi interjected, his tone firm. "Master Windu is right. The path Gojo walks is growing darker with every battle. His power is extraordinary, but this level of destruction... it's beyond what we as Jedi can allow. It threatens everything we stand for."

Master Jocasta Nu, the keeper of the Jedi archives, nodded, her voice stern. "This is not the way of the Jedi. The level of devastation we just witnessed—the disregard for life, innocent or not—this is not protection. Gojo is becoming a force of destruction that we cannot control."

As the room settled into further silence, Depa Billaba, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke, her tone conflicted. "But Master Windu, we can't forget that Gojo also stopped the Trade Federation's coup in the Republic Senate. Without him, they would have held the Senate hostage, and the Republic itself might have fallen."

She looked around the chamber, her voice soft but steady. "He saved us. He stopped Plagueis, and he stopped the Trade Federation. We owe him our gratitude, but we also need to help him find his way back to balance."

Mace Windu, while acknowledging the truth of Depa's words, remained resolute. "I know he's saved us, Depa. I haven't forgotten what he did in the Senate or how he stopped Plagueis. But what we saw today... what we've seen from him recently... it's getting worse."

His gaze moved to the ethereal screen showing the ruins of Cato Neimoidia. "He's drifting too far into destruction, and if we don't act soon, no one will be able to stop him."

Yoda closed his eyes, his voice tinged with sorrow. "A crossroads, we are at. Guide Gojo, we must, but careful, we must be. For in his heart, chaos and balance, they battle."

The Council Chamber remained heavy with the implications of what lay ahead. They knew that Gojo's power could either save or destroy the galaxy—and that their next steps would determine the fate of them all.