Reason: The battle was a spectacle of power beyond comprehension, but in the end, sheer cosmic might and strategy led Gojo to triumph over Kenji. --- Setting: The empty, echoing tunnels of the subway station beneath Shibuya were draped in shadows, illuminated only by the flickering fluorescent lights that buzzed like angry hornets. The atmosphere crackled with tension as two warriors faced off, each radiating a force unique to their being. Opening Scene: Kenji Yamatetsu stood in the center of the deserted platform, the calmness of his demeanor almost serene. His white blindfold gleamed under the dim lighting, concealing eyes that could not see but felt every vibration of the haunting silence. His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his katana, Shadow of the Moon, and with each breath, he tuned his echo sense to the rhythm of the heart within his opponent. Across from him, Shinku Gojo leaned casually against a pillar, his presence intimidating yet composed, exuding confidence without effort. The infinite gaze of his Six Eyes was focused, reading every motion and thought that rippled through the air. The atmosphere thrummed with energy as if the world itself were holding its breath. The Clash Begins: “Ready to battle, blind man?” Gojo’s cold voice echoed in the silence, barely masking a hint of mockery. Kenji, unfazed, responded with a calm resolve, “It’s not sight that grants judgment, Gojo. It’s honor and strength of will.” As the words hung in the air, the space around them seemed to warp. Without warning, Kenji activated his Silent Step, his presence fading into the shadows like a whisper in the night. The pixels of sound thinned as he dashed forward, his blade ready to unleash the fury of the Moonlight Slash. But Gojo was already prepared. He activated his Infinity, the unfathomable barrier that shielded him from sudden strikes. The air around him shimmered with an almost tangible layer of energy. Kenji’s blade met an invisible wall, the impact sending reverberations through his body. “Nice try,” Gojo said, his voice smooth. “But you’ll have to do better than that.” Shifting Tactics: Kenji, adapting swiftly, reshaped his approach. He had to play the long game. He sheathed his blade, invoking the power of Sheathed Strike. His body moved with purpose as he planned to shift the tides. Releasing a blinding flash, he unsheathed his sword with a flourish, a radiant arc illuminating Gojo’s space. “Caught you off guard!” Kenji roared, feeling the surge of adrenaline. Gojo, deterministic as ever, merely chuckled, raising his hand in a dismissive gesture. He activated his Hollow Purple—a violent fusion of destructive energy that began to erase the light emanating from Kenji’s technique. In moments, the flash was consumed, as if the very essence of light were devoured by the void. An Uneven Battlefield: Realizing the gap in their capabilities, Kenji strained against the growing despair. He was swift, yes, but speed meant little against the cosmic understanding that Gojo possessed. Kenji's echo sense guided him well, but against someone who could absorb energy and manipulate space-time? It was a mountain to climb. “I can hear you breathing, Yamatetsu,” Gojo taunted, his smirk unwavering. “Your moves are like whispers in the wind.” Kenji focused, harnessing his inner energy, summoning the Moonlight Slash once more. This time, he struck in a broad arc, unleashing a crescent of energy that soared toward Gojo. But Gojo only laughed, “Futile—and so predictable!” In one fluid motion, he activated his Reversal Maximum Red. A tremendous force erupted, blasting the energy away, scattering it into the nether. The Harsh Realization: Desperation gnawed at Kenji as he realized he was losing ground. The calm essence he exuded began to waver, his spirit fighting against impossible odds. It was more than just power; it was the raw understanding of the universe, and Kenji was a mere mortal. Launching forward again, Kenji utilized his blinding flash, preparing for a strike. But this time, as he got closer, Gojo projected a layer of hate, a barrier meant to slow and dissolve his attack. “You’re not even close to my realm, Kenji,” he declared, launching his Heavenly Maximum Blue. A vortex erupted, a black hole that began to pull Kenji into its depths. He fought against it with all he had, using Silent Step, trying desperately to remain undetected within its grip. The Final Stand: But the pull was relentless. “You should’ve stayed in the light,” Gojo said, cold determination lacing his voice as Kenji struggled against the gravitational force. “All this honor and respect, yet you’re outclassed, plain and simple.” As the vortex consumed him, Kenji let out a primal roar, tapping into everything he was—the honor, the history, the battles he’d fought. It fueled his desire to win, piercing through the dark as he tried to strike one last time with Shadow of the Moon. Gojo’s gaze locked onto him. “Very brave, but brave men perish.” He unleashed the full might of his capabilities, and with a flick of his wrist, the reverse energy erupted, annihilating the physical form of everything in its path. Brutal Execution: The sound of steel meeting void reverberated through the subway station. In an instant, Kenji saw himself engulfed in darkness. The energy consumed him, folding reality upon itself as Gojo’s Hollow Purple erased him from existence. His body shattered like glass—no honor left, no victory to be sung. As the dust settled, Gojo stood amidst the echoes, victorious. He turned, looking down into the emptiness where Kenji had stood. “Told you,” he murmured coldly, the flickering lights casting an ominous glow around him. Final Notes: In an empty subway station beneath Shibuya, the silence fell once more, but the air remained thick with the remnants of battle, a reminder of the cosmic forces at play. One warrior had been extinguished, while the other stood, hand on his hip, unfazed by the carnage. This was the burden of power, the price of defeat—a cold world, ruled by the strong.