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Gojo Satoru opened the door to the pizzeria. He strolled towards the front desk.
“YOU’RE LATE, SATORU.” Bellowed Takehiro.
“Sorry, man, traffics been heavy today,” said Gojo.
Mike sighed and walked to a desk in the back of the room. Gojo clocked into his shift. He rested his right arm on the front desk. Traffic hadn’t actually been heavy. He had just finished fighting a special grade curse spirit. Gojo smiled at the memory. Unfortunately, being a jujutsu sorcerer didn’t pay the bills.
“We got a pizza that needs to be delivered in 15 minutes; you’re gonna have to be quick,” said Mike, now holding a pizza box.
“I’m always quick,” exclaimed Gojo.
Gojo grabbed the pizza and exited out the front door. His moped sat right outside the front door. It shone beneath the sunny sky. Gojo strapped the pizza to the back of the moped and drove off.
Gojo cruised down the road. He smiled as the wind blew across his face. He looked at his watch. Only 2 minutes had passed since he had left the pizzeria.
“13 more minutes to go, and I'm already halfway there,” laughed Gojo.
As he said that, his moped began to sputter and slow down. Gojo checked the fuel gauge and cursed.
“Shit!” cursed Gojo, “almost out of gas.”
Gojo stopped by a nearby gas station. While filling up, his moped and stomach began to growl. He looked at the convenience store next to his pump and eyed a bag of Doritos.
“Eh, I got 12 minutes,” said Gojo.
Gojo marched up to the store. In his haste he bumped into a man exiting the store.
“Sorry, man,” said Gojo.
No problem,” responded the man.
After Gojo recovered, he went into the store and snagged the bag of Doritos. He tossed them onto the cashier's desk and reached into his pocket. He dug around for a full minute before realizing that his wallet was missing.
Gojo ran outside the store looking for the man he had previously bumped into. As he predicted, the man was at another pump. Gojo's wallet was in his pocket.
Clever boy. He knew that I wouldn’t consider his bump an attack and used the opportunity to steal my wallet, knowing Infinity wouldn’t activate.
Of course, Gojo didn’t genuinely think this. However, he found the idea funny.
Gojo stuck out one of his fingers. A small blue sphere formed on top of it. Like a surgeon operating on a patient, Gojo pulled the wallet out of the man’s pocket and into his hands. Gojo marched to his moped. He had lost important time dealing with the pickpocket. He got on his now full moped and pressed the accelerator. The moped shot off like a jet.
Gojo darted between cars on the road. He moved so fast that when a red light came on, his moped skidded to a stop. Gojo sighed and twiddled his thumbs, waiting for the light to change. In the corner of his eye, he noticed a man in the car next to him stare right at him. Gojo looked at the man. When their eyes met, the man began to rev up his car. Gojo smiled and revved up his moped in response.
The light turned green, and the two men bolted across the street. The race was on.
At first the man was far ahead of Gojo. However, while Gojo’s moped may have lacked speed, it had cursed energy. Gojo imbued his moped with his cursed energy, and it accelerated as if it were a rocket. Eventually, the two men were neck and neck. It was anyone's game.
And then, out of nowhere, a semi-truck appeared on the opposite side of the street. Bright flames engulfed the truck speeding right towards them. The man stopped, not willing to risk his life for this game.
Gojo didn’t.
Gojo slammed his foot on the accelerator and imbued the bike with even more cursed energy. The bike was now lightning. Gojo drove onto a nearby ramp and flew over the truck gracefully as if he were the dolphin. He then landed on the ground and continued driving like nothing happened.
Gojo swerved around a turn and into a neighborhood. He then slid and stopped as if he were Akira. He jumped off his bike, unstrapped the pizza, and strolled to the house in front of him. He did a little dance before knocking on the door. An older man opened the door. His eyes widened.
“Here’s the pizza you ordered!” exclaimed Gojo.
“I ain’t order any pizza,” said the old man.
Gojo checked his phone. He began to frown. He was at the wrong address. To make matters worse, the address he was supposed to be at wasn’t even in this neighborhood. Gojo walked back to his moped, strapped the pizza back on, and checked his watch. He had six minutes. He could still make it. Gojo drove off.
Gojo tried to drive as fast as he did before. Unfortunately, the lights were always bright red whenever he approached them.
“Is there a curse trying to mess with me or what?” Gojo muttered.
Gojo sensed the cursed energy of everyone in the area. There was no one in the area who had the curse energy levels of the typical curse.
Guess I’m just unlucky today.
Gojo tapped his foot on the ground. Seconds trickled down faster and faster. After a minute, the light turned green.
Yes!
Gojo looked both ways, ensuring that he had the right of way. He then drove through the crossing. He then stepped on the accelerator and began to acceler…..
BANG.
Gojo tumbled off his moped and onto the ground. His head banged against the street floor. He tumbled even further. With each turn the bones in his legs and arms cracked. The asphalt burnt and scratched his skin. When he stopped moving, his body was spread out on the ground. Blood poured out of his cracked head. His heart was beating as fast as a hummingbird flapped its wings.
Gojo slowly lifted himself off the ground. He tried to look around through his double vision to see what had happened. He put a hand on his head. His ears were ringing, so he could barely make out what the crowd who had formed around the scene was saying. His reverse cursed energy stitched up his wounds as if nothing had happened. His vision cleared, and his ear stopped ringing.
“Holy shit, dude. What did you do?”
“I—I don't know, man!”
“What do you mean you don’t know! You just hit some white-haired dude on a moped.”
Two boys, probably 18, were yelling at each other. Their car behind them had a massive dent on its front. Bits of blood covered the front. Gojo then looked toward his moped. Somehow it was still intact. The pizza, on the other hand, had flown out of the box. He walked towards the pizza and picked it up. It was covered in asphalt, pebbles, and dirt. Gojo sighed. The pizza was ruined. He put it back in the box. He lifted up his moped. Set it upright, and strapped the pizza back on it.
“Holy shit, how are you walking right now?”
Gojo turned towards the boys. They were wide-eyed. Gojo eyed them. How did these boys manage to crash into him in the first place? He always had infinity on, so they shouldn’t have been able to touch him. He looked into their cursed energy. It then hit him. He smirked. While the driver didn’t have much cursed energy, he did have a curse technique. One that temporarily disabled the cursed energy of anything that the driver hits.
So he can even transfer his cursed technique to objects like a car.
Gojo smirked again. With training the boy could become a valuable asset in his fight against the higher-ups. Unfortunately, Gojo didn’t have time to recruit anyone at the moment. It was a good thing to keep note of later on. Gojo hopped onto his moped and drove off. He ignored the gasps and eyes of the crowd.
He had finally gotten to the right address. He knocked on the door. A little boy had opened the door.
“Pizza!” said Gojo.
The little boy smiled and took the pizza from him. Gojo had to keep himself from laughing. The boy grabbed the pizza from Gojo and slammed the door. Gojo ran off, jumped onto his moped, and drove off. Gojo then began to laugh. He knew he was gonna get fired later on, and his little side hustle would be over. But weirdly enough, he wasn’t sad and angry. He was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. A god among men. He shouldn’t have had that much difficulty delivering a pizza.
But the struggle made the situation . . . fun.
Gojo drove off into the sunset. He would have to tell Yuji about this later.