111 The petty monarch [111]

The air crackled with the unexpected turn of events. Gojo's playful grin faltered, replaced by a flicker of surprise as Kenzo's swift dodge sent his fist flying past. The following knee strike landed with a sickening thud, momentarily stealing the oxygen from Gojo's lungs.

Before Gojo could recover, a flurry of kicks followed, each precise and powerful, pushing him back with a relentless rhythm. Gojo, used to dominating in these sparring matches, found himself struggling to anticipate Kenzo's movements. His playful taunts died on his lips, replaced by a focused gaze as he desperately tried to regain his footing.

With a final, vicious kick, Kenzo sent Gojo crashing into the barrier of Tengen, the impact leaving a spiderweb crack on its surface. Gojo emerged, winded but undeterred, cracking his knuckles with a nonchalant grin.

"So, student," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement, "pent-up frustration, eh? How adorable."

But the playful edge to his voice was barely there. Gojo, despite his jovial facade, was a keen observer. He recognized the simmering intensity in Kenzo's eyes, the controlled aggression fueling each blow. This wasn't just a sparring session; it was a release, a catharsis for months of pent-up emotions.

Kenzo met his gaze, a dark glint replacing his usual stoicism. "You have no idea how good it feels," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "to finally be the one doing the beating."

"Oh, come on, Kenzo," Gojo whined, his playful mask returning full force. "Don't tell me you're still holding a grudge over a little concrete-and-laughter combo? It's not like I dragged you through the Sahara!"

Kenzo crossed his arms, his scowl deepening. "Little? It was a parking lot, and you laughed for at least five minutes! My pride still aches, you sadist."

Gojo chuckled, feigning offense. "Pride? You, with your stoicism and brooding persona, have pride? Who knew?" He winked. "Besides, you gotta admit, it was a pretty epic takedown. You should be thanking me for making you a viral sensation within the Jujutsu world."

Kenzo rolled his eyes, the image of his dusty, defeated self plastered across social media flashing in his mind. "Viral? More like humiliating. And trust me, the only sensation I felt was the throbbing pain in my face."

Gojo feigned concern, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Oh, the horror! But think of the views! You could've launched your own merchandise line – 'Kenzo: Concrete Connoisseur' t-shirts, anyone?"

Kenzo's scowl morphed into a deadpan stare. "Gojo, if you don't stop, I'm going to forget we're about to face a major threat and unleash my full fury on you, concrete-free zone or not."

The air crackled with Gojo's playful challenge, "And what you gonna do about it?" It hung heavy, a taunt laced with amusement and a hint of underlying tension. But before the scene could unfold further, a shift occurred.

Mahito emerged from the shattered domain, a triumphant grin splitting his face. His hands cradled the grotesque form of Kenjaku, twisted and mutated by Mahito's cursed energy. His victory buzzed in the air, a chilling counterpoint to the playful banter outside.

Suddenly, his eyes darted to a specific spot, his grin faltering. The swarm of shadow soldiers, once under Kenzo's control, were engaged in a peculiar activity. They weren't attacking, not in the traditional sense. They were...jumping on Gojo.

Jumping on Gojo Satoru, the Six-Eyed King, the Limitless Sorcerer.

Mahito's brows furrowed in confusion. Gojo, usually a blur of movement and power, stood frozen, a whirlwind of shadow soldiers bouncing harmlessly off his Infinity barrier. But the sight of Kenzo, his face contorted in a mix of amusement and grudging participation, only added to the enigma.

What had transpired outside while Mahito revelled in his twisted victory? What had turned a stoic sorcerer into a puppet master of playful chaos, directing his shadow soldiers in a bizarre dance with the strongest being in existence?

The question hung heavy, unanswered, a mystery waiting to be unraveled. Was this a strategic move, a carefully orchestrated distraction? Or was it something more, a glimpse into the unexpected depths of their relationship, a display of unorthodox power born from a strange mix of rivalry and respect?

The playful chaos took a sharp turn. Gojo's widened eyes reflected not just surprise, but a flicker of genuine concern as Kenzo's voice boomed through the air, "Now...all of yall use domain amplification!"

The harmless jumps morphed into something far more dangerous. With the activation of domain amplification, the shadow soldiers, typically confined by Gojo's Infinity, now bypassed the barrier, their attacks landing with surprising force. Gojo, caught off guard, stumbled back under the onslaught.

A laugh escaped Mahito's lips, a twisted melody fueled by amusement and unexpected delight. Gojo, the invincible being, was finally vulnerable, his playful facade replaced by a mix of irritation and begrudging respect for his student's ingenuity.

The scene unfolded in a flurry of movement. Kenzo, with a smirk playing on his lips, watched as his shadow soldiers, empowered by the domain amplification, rained down blows upon Gojo. Gojo, his Infinity temporarily breached, countered with bursts of cursed energy, sending some soldiers flying while dodging others with uncanny agility.

A cruel smile stretched across Kenzo's face as he observed Gojo's predicament. The playful jabs and harmless jumps had morphed into a relentless barrage, each amplified blow sending the Six-Eyed King reeling. With each successful strike, Kenzo's amusement grew, his voice dripping with a hint of sadistic satisfaction.

"How does it feel, huh, sensei? Doesn't feel so good now, does it, being on the receiving end?" His voice echoed with a mocking lilt, each word a jab at Gojo's usual dominance.

Gojo, despite his surprise and momentary struggle, quickly regained his composure. A playful glint flickered in his eyes, replacing the irritation with a hint of amusement. "Taunting me already, student? Aren't you scared of a one-on-one?"

Kenzo met his gaze, his smirk unwavering. "Scared? It's my ability, and I'm using it. Is there anything wrong with that, sensei? Or would you prefer I hold back? After all, we wouldn't want to spoil the fun, would we?" His voice dripped with sarcasm, each word laced with the memory of countless sparring sessions where Gojo had effortlessly dominated. This was his moment, his chance to return the favor, to relish the tables turning.

The scene crackled with an electrifying tension, a bizarre blend of playful rivalry and genuine challenge. Gojo, despite being momentarily outmaneuvered, wasn't defeated. He saw the opportunity, the chance to test Kenzo's limits, to push him further.

A/N....did yall think his pettiness would go away after he became the shadow monarch....he is still quite salty about it.

While yall waiting for tomorow chapter yall can the anomaly series trust even if the setting is in Kamen rider,i promise y'all will really love him.

"Uh, hey, Aaron," she replied, her cheeks slightly flushed. "I didn't expect to see you here. What brings you to my stream?"

Aaron leaned in slightly, adopting an exaggerated tone of flirtatiousness. "Well, isn't it a special day today, Neon~chan? I heard it's your birthday, and I couldn't resist dropping by to wish you a... personal happy birthday."

Neon chuckled nervously, clearly taken aback by Aaron's unexpected appearance and playful demeanor. "Yeah, it is my birthday. Thanks for the wishes, Aaron."

Aaron grinned, enjoying the reaction he was getting. "Of course, Neon~chan. I mean, how could I forget the birthday of the famous Neon Kurama? I have a very special present for you"

Her eyes seemed excitant as if she wasn't expecting this from him.

He smiled at her before looking at the comment on her video asking who was he.

As Aaron left Neon's stream, he couldn't help but chuckle at the comments flooding in, all asking about him. It seemed he had piqued the curiosity of Neon's fans.

"Well, well," he muttered to himself. "Looks like I've become a mystery guest star in the Neon Kurama show."

He decided to have a little fun with it and left a playful comment. "Oh Me, no one special just Neon's boyfriend.."

Aaron's comment set off a flurry of reactions in the chat, with viewers expressing everything from shock to excitement. It seemed he had unintentionally started a mini-firestorm.

Neon's blush deepened as she fumbled to respond. "W-what?! No way! Aaron, stop teasing me!" She tried to laugh it off, but her flustered reaction was unmistakable.

Upon seeing Neon flushed cheeks and the fact that the comment seem to be pouring Aaron smile saying."Y'all are quick to judge, I said I am her boy-friend..I am a boy and I am her friend..silly me" Aaron said playfully hitting his head.

He laughed a bit to himself before noticing that her mood seemed to have improved, good for her.

Although he notices Neon's phone ringing soon after.

He heard something about staying far away from this thing which he assume was Neon's mom.. Aaron couldn't help but smirk as he overheard Neon's phone conversation. It seemed her mother had some reservations about him being around. He didn't take it personally; it was rather amusing, actually.

As he walked away, he couldn't resist leaving a parting comment in the chat. "Neon, tell your mom I promise not to bite... much."

Although he could hear, Neon's mom from the other side and she seemed not to trust his words.

The call ended with Neon.

Just saying Ok.