Chapter 3

(interrogation room.)

At the moment, I am in communication with the United States Army and it seems like I am being held captive, being held against my will.

...

Nah I'm just kidding.

The soldiers stare at me with a mix of disbelief and curiosity, their eyes fixed on me as if they're trying to read my mind. One of them, with a rough and commanding voice, demands an explanation for how I managed to destroy the aliens.

I don't let their skepticism discourage me. Instead, I reply with a confident tone, telling them about my amazing technique called blue flames. But my words seem to fall on deaf ears, and there's a long pause as the soldiers exchange uneasy glances with each other.

Feeling the need to prove my point, I offer to show them my power. But the soldiers' eyes widen with fear, and one of them quickly protests, refusing my offer. Sensing that I've pushed too far, I back off, but not before delivering one more taunt.

"Okay! So basically, I have the power of the stars," I say, my words dripping with sarcasm. The soldiers stare at me incredulously, demanding to know how I managed to harness such incredible power.

Leaning in, I lower my voice to a conspiratorial whisper, telling them that I have the power of the sun, the moon, and the stars. With the power of the sun, I can create the biggest fire. With the power of the moon, I can create a tidal wave. And with the power of the stars, I can create an asteroid storm.

The soldiers look at me with a mixture of confusion and disbelief, unsure what to make of my outlandish claims. Finally, one of them speaks up, demanding to know if what I'm saying is true.

I shake my head and let out a small chuckle. "No," I reply, "that was just a joke. But, you know, the rest of it's true. I am the strongest."

The group of people in front of me stare at me for what feels like an eternity, their eyes fixated on me. The tension in the room is palpable as they wait for my response to their question.

"So, you're not going to tell us?" one of them asks, breaking the silence.

"Nope," I reply firmly, shaking my head to emphasize my point.

"Why not?" another person chimes in, clearly frustrated with my response.

"Because," I respond calmly, "it's none of your business."

The room falls silent again as everyone processes my words. After a few moments, the lead interrogator speaks up.

"All right, Mr. Gojo," he says, his voice tinged with anger and frustration, "I think we've heard enough. We'll continue questioning you in the morning."

The group stands up and files out of the room, leaving me alone in the interrogation chamber.

As the door closed behind the last person, I sighed in relief.

It's been a long day, and I'm looking forward to getting some sleep.

However, a sudden realization hits me as I rest my head on the pillow- what will happen to my students in my absence? I dismiss the thought, reminding myself of their exceptional capabilities as sorcerers. I believe they will be able to take care of themselves.

With a sense of pride and satisfaction, I gradually drift to sleep, a small smile adorns my face. I am genuinely proud of those kids.

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The sound of a loud shout pierced through the silence of the room, and I was jolted awake from my peaceful slumber. I rubbed my eyes and looked up to see a pair of bright blue eyes staring directly at me. The soldier's intense gaze held mine as he spoke urgently, "Mr. Gojo, wake up, it's the aliens!"

Still groggy, I muttered sleepily, "meh five more minutes."

But the soldier wasn't having any of it. "Get up, lazy bum!" he exclaimed.

I shook my head and tried to go back to sleep, "No, not gonna."

I shook my head and tried to go back to sleep, but he wouldn't give up. "I said, GET UP!" he shouted, as he tried to touch me. heh, he wishes. Anyway.

As I struggled to sit up, he continued, "It's the ones that were attacking Earth earlier today. Apparently, there are more all around the world and not just in Metropolis."

My mind raced as I tried to process the information. "I thought we had defeated them," I said.

"Not exactly," the soldier replied, his face grim. "We need to get ready. The aliens are still out there, and they're not going to go down without a fight."

"And why should I care?" I ask, arching an eyebrow in skepticism. The soldier standing before me makes an offer that sounds too good to be true. "We'll give you anything you want if you help us," he says, his voice full of eagerness. The word "anything" catches my attention, and I can feel the corners of my mouth twitch slightly upward.

"Anything, huh?" I reply, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. "Well then, let's see what you have to offer." The soldier's face lights up with hope as he leans in, ready to hear my demands.

"What do you want? Money? Power?" he asks, his voice laced with anticipation. I shake my head and chuckle. "Nope. What I want is..." I pause for dramatic effect, allowing the suspense to build. "Sweets! And lots of them!" I exclaim, my voice filled with excitement.

The soldier's expression turns incredulous as if he can't believe what he's just heard. But then he starts to laugh as if he thinks I'm joking. "Sweets?" he repeats as if trying out the word for the first time. I nod a mischievous gleam in my eyes beneath my blindfold.

He stares at me for a moment, trying to decide if I'm serious or not. "Sweets," he says again, still laughing. "Okay, sure, we can get you some sweets. I'm sure the commissary has plenty. And we can throw in some other things too if you want. You're a valuable asset to the team, Mr. Gojo."

With that, the soldier exits the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. A few minutes later, he returns with a small box. He opens it up and takes out a chocolate bar, handing it to me with a smile. I take a bite, savoring the rich, decadent flavor.

Ahh another world's sweets! Yes, this will do for now.

"So, are you going to help us fight the aliens or not?" the soldier asks, his tone more serious now. I consider his offer for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. In the end, my love of sweets wins out. "Of course," I reply, grinning from ear to ear. "Let's do this!"

The soldier nods and gestures for me to follow him. "We've got a plane waiting," he says, leading me out of the room. I follow him out the door and onto the tarmac, where a large military transport plane is waiting.

As we board the plane, I take a seat next to the soldier and prepare for takeoff. "So, where are we going?" I ask, curious to know more about the mission.

"First, we're going to stop the aliens in Europe first and since you already took care of the ones in Metropolis thats one done," he explains. "Then we'll move on to the ones in the other Continents."

I nod, feeling a sense of excitement. The idea of fighting an intergalactic army is thrilling.

As the plane takes off, the soldier continues to brief me on the mission. He tells me that the alien forces are spread out across the globe and that we will need to split up and take them on individually.

"Don't worry, the aliens in Metropolis were weak!" I say, feeling confident in my ability to take on the aliens. The soldier smiles and agrees with me.

The flight lasts about 30 minutes before we fly over Paris, and the soldier asks if I'm ready to take on the aliens. I nod, and the soldier attempts to hand me a parachute as the Hatch opens, but I say, "No need, I don't need one!" The soldier looks at me quizzically, but I ignore him and jump out of the plane.

As I jump out of the plane, the wind rushes past me, and I feel a rush of adrenaline and excitement. I take a moment to admire the view before activating my cursed energy. It slows my descent and enables me to land gracefully on the ground. As soon as my feet touch the ground, I spot the first alien, and it spots me.

I walk towards the alien, my steps steady and my posture calm when I'm about 10 meters away; the alien's eye lights up to a bright orange and begins firing energy beams at me.

I deflect the energy beams with ease and continue walking toward the alien, my cursed energy flowing through me, enhancing my speed and strength.

I'm about 5 meters away from the alien when I finally strike, launching a normal punch that shatters the alien's giant skull, killing it instantly.

The remaining aliens in Paris all turn to face me, their eyes glowing a bright orange. They begin to fire energy beams at me, but I easily dodge the attacks, weaving through the air like a leaf on the wind.

With a few powerful kicks and punches, I manage to defeat the rest of the aliens, leaving the city of Paris safe and sound.

"Hmph," I sigh in disappointment, "that was too easy."

With Paris now safe, I turn my attention to the next city that needs my help: England.

Since I don't have a plane anymore teleportation, it is!

With a clap of my hands, I teleport to London, the capital of England. As soon as I arrive, I'm met with the sight of a group of aliens firing their energy beams at a crowd of people.

The civilians are running in terror, trying desperately to escape the aliens' deadly barrage.

But I'm not about to let these aliens hurt any more innocent people. With a confident smirk, I stride towards the aliens, ready to fight.

"Hey, ugly!" I shout, grabbing the attention of the nearest alien. "You're messing with the wrong guy."

The alien turns to face me, its eyes glowing a menacing orange. Its eyes glowing, preparing to fire an energy beam.

But before it can even get a shot off, I've already closed the distance between us and delivered a devastating punch to its head. The force of the blow sends the alien reeling backward, its body crumpling to the ground.

I don't even have a chance to gloat before a dozen more aliens surround me, their eyes glowing and energy beams charging.

They're all on me at once, unleashing their attacks and trying to overwhelm me. Not their eye beams don't even reach me; the only thing they managed to hit was the pavement around me. I'm standing untouched in the middle of the street, my arms folded and a smug grin on my face.

"Is that the best you can do?" I taunt, my voice carrying a cocky lilt. "Pathetic."

I raise my right hand and snap my fingers, summoning my cursed energy.

With a deafening explosion, the energy blasts outward, destroying the aliens' bodies and sending their remains flying.

As the dust clears, the soldiers all look at me with shocked expressions.

I shrug and offer a sheepish grin. "Sorry, did I go too far?"

The soldiers simply shake their heads and offer their thanks for my help.

With a satisfied smirk, I turn and leave the scene. I'm not really worried about any repercussions. After all, who would dare to punish the strongest?

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Hello There!

Honestly, I might just go back and remake this chapter; it just doesn't feel right, but that's later. Consider this story as me experimenting with a modernist-era scene with the personality of Gojo; after all, I'm still new to writing. I will ATTEMPT to stay on cannon events, but I will not with their outcomes and expect a lot of plot holes in this story.

The update schedule for this story will be random.

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