Jujutsu Dragon Emperor Chapter 7 - Gojo vs Naoto

The announcer stepped forward, his voice booming across the arena. "The first match will be between Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko."

The crowd shifted, murmurs passing quickly. Naoto glanced at Shoko, who just gave a long sigh and flicked her cigarette butt into the dirt. "Figures," she muttered.

"Good luck," Naoto said dryly.

"Don't need luck," Shoko replied with a shrug as she walked out. "I need a nap and for the damn teachers in the school to listen when I say I don't fight."

Geto followed at a slow pace. Before they reached the center, he leaned toward her slightly, lowering his voice. "You really don't want to try?"

Shoko looked up at him with her same bored eyes. "Nope. I told them before this started, I don't fight. They put me here anyway. So I'll walk out, we'll do a little back and forth, and then I'll give up. Easy."

Geto gave a small smile. "That doesn't sound very fun for the crowd."

"They'll live," she replied.

The two of them stepped into the center of the arena, turning to face one another as the boundary lines glowed faintly with cursed energy as it activated to stop attacks from hitting the crowd.

The announcer raised his hand. "Begin!"

Shoko didn't even take a stance. She kept her hands in her pockets, shoulders slouched. Geto tilted his head slightly, watching her with calm eyes.

"You're not going to get ready?" he asked.

"I could," Shoko said, her tone flat. "But I don't actually know how to fight."

The crowd stirred at that, confused murmurs rising.

Geto let out a quiet chuckle, raising his hands into a loose guard. "Then I'll keep it simple."

He stepped forward and swung, not with full force, but with enough to test her. Shoko leaned just out of the way, cursed energy flickering briefly around her arm. She punched his side with her knuckles, though it carried no real weight, and she even ended up shaking her hand a bit as a little bit of pain throbbed from the improper punch.

"See?" she said. "Not my thing."

Geto moved again, his attacks were the exact opposite of Shoko, he was able to perfectly control them due to years of training. Each strike was pulled just short of hitting clean, forcing Shoko to dodge without ever truly putting her in danger. She stumbled once, nearly tripping over her own feet, but Geto caught her wrist and steadied her before stepping back.

"Thanks," Shoko muttered, exhaling a breath from her lungs as if she were already tired.

"You could always surrender now," Geto said gently.

Shoko looked at him for a moment, then sighed. "Yeah. Fine. I give up." She raised her hand half-heartedly. "I'm done."

The announcer blinked, then nodded. "The winner—Geto Suguru!"

The crowd reacted with a mix of confusion and scattered applause. Some of the Zenin elders whispered and spoke of how unimpressive the non clan students were. The Gojo clan chuckled among themselves, but Gojo himself was grinning wide.

"Ha! She didn't even last a minute," he said, elbowing Naoto lightly. "What a riot."

Naoto smirked faintly. "At least she knows her limits. Can't say the same about you."

Shoko trudged back toward them, sliding her hands back into her pockets. She muttered as she passed, "Told you. I should've been napping." She let out a sigh, tilting her head back toward the stands. "What a waste of time."

Naoto glanced at her. "You did well. It's good you didn't push yourself. Would've been stupid to get hurt for this."

Shoko cracked a small smile at that. "Finally. Someone who gets it."

Geto nodded, standing beside them. "He's right. For someone without combat training, you moved well enough to avoid getting hit clean. That's more than most could manage."

Naoto turned his attention to Geto, studying him briefly. "You're sharp. I can tell you've trained. You have good control."

"Thanks," Geto said simply, bowing his head slightly.

Gojo laughed loud enough for half the arena to hear. "Come on. She gave up before it even started. Don't hand out gold stars for surviving thirty seconds."

Shoko turned her head, stuck her tongue out at him. "Bite me."

Gojo grinned wider. "Nah, not my type."

Naoto rolled his eyes. "You never stop talking, do you?"

Before Gojo could fire back, the announcer's voice carried across the arena again. "The next match will be!"

"Zenin Naoto versus Gojo Satoru!"

The noise in the stands rose immediately, louder than before. This was the match everyone had been waiting for, the eldest sons of Zenin and Gojo standing opposite each other with the whole jujutsu world watching. Gojo's grin stretched even wider. He cracked his knuckles once and glanced at Naoto. "Looks like it's time. Ready to embarrass yourself in front of your family?"

Naoto stepped forward. "I should be asking you that."

Both of them walked towards the arena, approaching it from different directions. Gojo was as carefree as he usually was while Naoto was tense. This was a big moment for him, this was where he would prove that he was destined to be the strongest. He was also desperate for a fight that pushed him; he'd been so bored since his fight with Ogi, no one had really challenged him.

This was going to be a fun fight.

The crowd grew louder as the two of them closed in, their paths meeting at the center of the arena. The dirt crunched beneath their feet as they stopped a few paces apart, staring each other down.

Gojo tilted his head, his grin widening. "You look tense, Naoto. Don't worry. I'll make it quick."

"No need to worry about me, I just hope you're not just a bag if wind," Naoto replied with a grin.

Gojo chuckled. "I can assure you..." he said while moving his glasses down the ridge of his nose. "The hype is real."

Both of them moved back as the announcer walked to the middle of the arena and drew his hand up. "Begin!" He shouted before chopping it down.

Neither Naoto nor Gojo moved, they both stood there staring at each other. Naoto with a serious expression and Gojo with a carefree one. When he saw that Naoto wasn't going to charge in he leaned forward with a smirk. "Huh? You scared or something Zenin? Don't worry you can surrender like Shoko if you want."

"No. I'm just wondering how seriously I should take you. I shouldn't need to use too much power to get this done," he replied in a calm tone.

Gojo laughed, tilting his head back before looking straight at him again. "You're funny. I'll do you a favor then. I'll keep down my Infinity barrier. You can bow down and thank me now."

Naoto's eyes narrowed. "Your funeral."

They moved at the same time. Dirt kicked up as they sprinted forward, their cursed energy flaring just enough to harden their bodies. The first clash came with Gojo swinging his right fist straight at Naoto's head. Naoto ducked, caught Gojo's wrist, and shoved it aside before throwing a knee toward his ribs. Gojo twisted his body, catching Naoto's knee with his elbow, and used the rebound to push off and launch a counter jab aimed at Naoto's jaw.

Naoto slipped his head to the side, letting the fist graze past, then stepped in closer and drove his forearm across Gojo's chest to push him back. Gojo caught the arm, spun into it, and tried to drag Naoto down with a hip toss. Naoto widened his stance, dug his feet into the dirt, and blocked the throw, then retaliated with a low kick that cracked against Gojo's shin.

Gojo let out a small laugh, took the hit, and came back with a quick one-two combination at Naoto's face. Naoto raised his guard, swatting both fists away with open palms, and immediately countered with a short hook toward Gojo's chin. Gojo tilted back just far enough, then bent forward suddenly, ramming his shoulder into Naoto's chest to knock him off balance.

Naoto shifted his weight, caught Gojo's arm, and tried to drag him into a throw of his own. Gojo spun with the motion, landing light on his feet, and lashed out with a sharp kick aimed at Naoto's side. Naoto blocked with his forearm, grabbed hold of the ankle, and tried to yank Gojo forward. Gojo hopped with it, twisted in midair, and brought his other leg swinging around in a wide arc. Naoto let go at the last second and dropped under it, the kick cutting clean over his head. They broke apart briefly, circling each other again. Neither looked tired, but the crowd roared at the exchange. The Gojo clan even started to look a bit nervous, while the Zenin looked ecstatic.

Gojo smirked, rolling his shoulders. "Not bad. Guess you're not just all bark after all."

Naoto reset his stance. "We're just getting started."

They stepped back in at the same time, their fists already flying. Gojo swung with a quick straight, Naoto blocked it across his forearm, and countered with a jab to the body. Gojo twisted his hips, letting it slide off his ribs, and aimed a hook at Naoto's head. Naoto ducked, caught the wrist, and shoved it down before firing a sharp uppercut toward Gojo's chin.

Gojo leaned his head back, the punch brushing past, then stepped forward with a kick aimed at Naoto's thigh. Naoto shifted out of the way, reached down, and caught Gojo's leg under his arm, forcing him to hop. Gojo lashed out with his free hand, throwing a flurry of short punches, Naoto blocked the first two on his forearm, slipped the third, and drove his elbow into Gojo's chest before shoving him away.

Gojo slid back and grinned. "Not bad, Zenin. Try this."

He shot forward, his cursed energy flaring as he closed the gap with sudden speed. His hands moved in a fast combination. Naoto blocked a jab, slipped the cross, but the hook clipped the side of his head. He answered immediately with a counter elbow, but Gojo leaned back and let it pass, before slamming his shin against Naoto's ribs.

Naoto grunted but pushed through, catching Gojo's shin under his arm, then surged forward with his shoulder, knocking Gojo off balance. He hammered a right fist into Gojo's stomach, followed by a left to the jaw, then twisted, dragging Gojo over his hip and slamming him hard into the dirt.

The crowd erupted at the throw. Naoto stepped back with a smirk on his face, waiting to see if Gojo would stay down.

Gojo rolled over, laughed through a cough, and pushed himself back to his feet. "Alright, alright. You got me there." He cracked his neck and brushed off his clothes, then sprinted back in. This time Gojo pressed the attack. He opened with a fake jab, Naoto raised his guard, and Gojo immediately switched to a kick at Naoto's calf. Naoto staggered slightly, and Gojo capitalized, stepping in with a knee toward Naoto's gut. Naoto blocked it with his forearm, but Gojo wrapped his arms around his waist, lifted him clean off the ground, and hurled him over his shoulder into the dirt with a heavy thud.

The crowd roared again as Naoto rolled back to his feet, brushing the dirt off with his arm. Both fighters reset, circling each other with the tension building even higher.

Gojo smirked wide. "Looks like we're even now."

They paced around each other slowly, the sound of the crowd dulling behind them. Gojo rolled his shoulders, smirk never leaving his face. "You're good," he said, his tone half playful, half acknowledging. "Way better than I figured. But your martial arts? Won't mean much once I decide to put my barrier up."

Naoto's eyes narrowed. "Maybe not. But if the barrier is all that makes you special... then I'm disappointed."

For a split second, Gojo's grin sharpened. "You're gonna regret saying that."

He pushed cursed energy into his technique, and Blue flickered beneath his feet, pulling him forward in a sudden rush. His speed jumped instantly, the ground cracking under the force of the movement as he closed the gap in an instant. Naoto braced and swung first, a sharp jab meant to intercept, but Gojo slipped past it with the extra burst of speed. He came in low, slammed a hook into Naoto's ribs, then shifted higher with a rising knee. Naoto tried to catch the knee, but Gojo twisted mid-motion, snapping a kick across Naoto's shoulder and forcing him back a step.

Naoto snapped out a counter straight, but Gojo swatted it aside, ducked under Naoto's guard, and drove an elbow across his jaw. Naoto staggered, Gojo pressed in immediately, his hands flying in a rapid-fire combination—two punches to the body, a hook to the head, and then a sweep of the leg that dropped Naoto to one knee.

Before Naoto could rise, Gojo leaned forward with a smirk. "Too slow, Zenin."

Naoto wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes burning as he rose back to his feet. Gojo tilted his head, his hands loose at his sides as if the last exchange hadn't even taken effort. "You gonna keep holding back, Zenin? 'Cause I'm already bored."

The crowd broke into noise immediately. The Gojo clan cheered, theirr voices rising in laughter, while the Zenin elders muttered among themselves, their faces showing they were not happy at all. Some of the younger Zenin whispered with unease, watching their supposed heir falter. Naoya smirked openly with his arms crossed like he was enjoying every second.

Geto, standing at the sidelines with the other first years, kept his eyes on the arena. "He's fast," he said. "It seems he's able to use his cursed technique to amplify his speed."

Shoko flicked ash from the cigarette she'd lit again the moment she stepped down. "Yeah, but Naoto still managed to keep up for a while. Most people would've lost the second he sped up." She blew smoke out slowly. "Not bad. But looks like Gojo's just toying with him right now."

Geto gave a small nod, not disagreeing.

Up in the Zenin section, Mirajane's hands gripped the railing in front of her. Her eyes stayed locked on Naoto, her breath tight in her chest. 'He's holding back, 'she thought. 'He has to be. He wouldn't have fought Ogi like that only to freeze up here. But Gojo...' She glanced toward the white-clad section of the stands, their cheers only growing louder. 'Gojo's on a different level. If he doesn't push himself now. The clan will make his life a misery.'

Maki and Mai leaned over the railing, their small hands clutching the wood. "Oni-chan will win, right?" Mai whispered.

Mirajane forced a smile, not letting them see her worry. "Of course he will," she said softly.

Back in the arena, Naoto reset his stance, his gaze never leaving Gojo. "It's difficult, because I feel a bit bad about going all out," Naoto commented with a lazy grin. "I have so many tools at my disposal and you're just a one trick pony..."

Gojo's smirk faltered slightly, the first signs of a frown gracing his features. Blue flickered at his feet, the ground pulling toward him and he exploded forward in a blur.

Naoto's cursed energy erupted in response, a red aura bursting out from his body.

[Boost]

His cursed energy doubled instantly. His body reacted faster, stronger, sharper than before. Gojo's fist cut through the air where his head had been, but Naoto slipped past it, twisting his body and swinging a hard roundhouse kick. Gojo tilted back just enough, letting the strike miss by inches, then grabbed Naoto's leg and yanked. With one smooth motion, he spun and hurled him across the arena.

Naoto twisted midair, forcing his body upright, and landed on his feet with a skid.

Gojo laughed, his eyes alight with surprise. "Your cursed energy just doubled. That's your technique, huh? How many times can you do it?" His voice was full of excitement, like he'd just found a new toy.

Naoto didn't answer. Instead, he reached up and slipped what looked like a thin pin from his hair. With a surge of cursed energy, the metal expanded, extending until it was taller than him. A full staff was now on his hand.

The Power Pole.

He twirled it once, and leveled the staff toward Gojo, ushering him forward with a small tilt of his head.

Gojo's grin widened, his eyes widening in recognition. "Now that's interesting." He reached up, plucked his tinted glasses off, and tucked them into his uniform. His eyes gleamed in the light. "This is going to be fun."

Then he moved.

Blue burst under his feet again, dragging him forward faster than before. At the same time, the ground around them cracked and chunks of stone ripped free, hurled at Naoto by Limitless.

Naoto twirled the Power Pole in fast circles, knocking debris aside and breaking the smaller pieces. The staff spun faster, smashing through stone after stone until Gojo was on him, their weapons and fists colliding. Naoto swung the staff downward at Gojo's head. Gojo tilted aside, snapping a jab into Naoto's ribs. Naoto twisted the pole, catching Gojo's wrist, and shoved him back before thrusting straight forward. Gojo slipped to the side, stepped in, and hooked Naoto's arm under his own, trying to drag him into a throw. Naoto drove the end of the staff into the dirt, bracing himself, and kicked at Gojo's shin to break the grip. Gojo stumbled a half step, then fired Blue again, pulling Naoto forward o toward him. He snapped a knee up at Naoto's chest, but Naoto caught it on the shaft of the pole, spinning it upward to push him back.

"This is fun! This is really fun!" Gojo said with a grin that stretched wider as his voice carried across the arena. "Tell me about your cursed technique, Zenin. I've never seen one that can double cursed energy output before... the only time I've seen anything close was through some binding vow tricks."

Naoto shifted the Power Pole onto his shoulder and looked at him calmly. "My cursed technique is called the Principle of Domination. Every ten seconds, I can boost myself, doubling my cursed energy output, along with my strength and speed."

The stands erupted with noise, Zenin elders whispering to one another, the Gojo clan looked slight pale, and even the minor families leaning forward to talk amongst themselves. Naobito sat straighter, his eyes fixed on the arena, unable to believe that his son held such a powerful ability.

Gojo tilted his head and smirked. "So you can keep doing it? Boost forever? That'd mean your strength and speed just keep climbing with no end."

Naoto shook his head. "It's not that simple. What I boost is cursed energy. My strength and speed climb, but not at the same rate. They did before but my body wouldn't hold together. My muscles would tear apart." He tapped the staff against the dirt once. "So I made a binding vow. It makes my body more receptive to cursed energy with every boost at the cost of only getting a minimal boost to my strength and speed. But I can reinforce myself more than normal, but what I get out of it depends on how good my control is. When I refine that, then I'll be able to draw more from the boosts and effectively still gain double the strength without tearing myself apart."

Gojo laughed, throwing his head back before looking at him again. "If you had the Six Eyes on top of that, you'd be a god."

Naoto gave a short chuckle. "Some people have all the luck."

[Boost]

They moved in again at the same time. Naoto held the Power Pole across his body, swung it in a wide arc at Gojo's head, and followed the motion by retracting it suddenly and thrusting it straight toward Gojo's stomach. Gojo pivoted his body sideways, letting the pole shoot past, and he threw a hook at Naoto's jaw. Naoto blocked the fist with the length of the staff, shoved it away, and spun the pole around his back to whip it at Gojo's legs.

Gojo jumped, cleared the sweep, and stomped down with his heel aimed at Naoto's shoulder. Naoto raised the staff vertically, bracing it under the strike, and shoved upward to force Gojo off balance. He immediately extended the pole, the sudden length whipping forward and slamming against Gojo's ribs, pushing him back several steps.

Naoto planted the staff in the dirt, kicked up onto it, and vaulted over Gojo's shoulder. As he came down, he bent his knees tight and drove both heels toward Gojo's back. Gojo rolled his shoulder, turned with the movement, and caught Naoto midair with his hand on his thigh, then tried to spin and slam him into the ground. Naoto shortened the pole quickly, jammed it into the dirt, and stopped himself from being driven down by locking his body around the staff like a lever.

Gojo let go, and Naoto swung around the pole, snapping a kick across Gojo's chest that threw him back. Naoto followed through, retracting the staff into one hand, spinning with the momentum, and extending it to strike Gojo's jaw. Gojo ducked under it, stepped in, and fired a powerful punch to Naoto's ribs. Naoto caught the arm with his free hand, twisted, and shoved the pole across Gojo's back, dragging him into a throw.

Gojo flipped midair, landed on his feet, and rushed forward again, his hand glowing with Blue as it pulled the ground with him. Stones ripped free of the dirt and shot at Naoto. Naoto twirled the staff in a circle, smashing each rock out of the air before bracing it under his arm and thrusting the end directly at Gojo's chest. Gojo swayed to the side, caught the staff in his hand, and yanked hard, trying to pull Naoto toward him. Naoto let go instantly, and the staff snapped back to pin-size, shooting through Gojo's grip. Naoto then jumped and called it back to him, extended it full length, and swung it down at Gojo's head.

The pole stopped dead mid-swing.

Naoto pushed harder, but the weapon wouldn't move forward another inch.

Gojo straightened slowly, his eyes glinting. "Guess I'll stop holding back."

The crowd went silent. The air around Gojo shimmered faintly.

Infinity was up.

Naoto pressed the staff harder, twisting his grip to angle the strike from the side, then retracting it and thrusting again, but every attempt ended the same. The Power Pole stopped dead the moment it reached Gojo. Gojo laughed as he let Blue flicker and vanished from sight.

Naoto turned, raising the staff, but Gojo was already on him, his fist slamming into Naoto's ribs. The blow sent him skidding across the arena floor, dirt tearing up behind him. He stopped himself with the staff, but Gojo flickered again closing in. Naoto swung in a wide arc, but the strike froze inches from Gojo's face, and before he could pull back Gojo drove his knee into Naoto's stomach. Naoto coughed out, his body folding forward, and Gojo grabbed his collar with one hand and spun him overhead. With a twist of his hips, he slammed Naoto into the ground hard enough that the dirt split apart in a crater around him.

The crowd erupted, their voices carrying over the arena as Gojo stepped back. Naoto rolled onto his side, shoved himself up with the staff, but Gojo was already moving again. He moved forward faster than Naoto's eyes could fully follow. A heel crashed into Naoto's shoulder, knocking him sideways, and before his feet could even touch the ground again, Gojo sped around behind him and drove another kick into his back. Naoto shot forward, his body colliding with the talisman barrier that ringed the arena. The impact sent cracks spidering through the shimmering wall.

The barrier flickered, holding just long enough for Naoto to push himself off. But Gojo appeared in front of him again in an instant with his fist cocked back. The punch connected square with Naoto's jaw. The barrier shattered in a burst of light and shards of cursed energy, exploding outward as Naoto's body was sent flying. He hit the dirt hard, rolling across the ground until he skidded to a stop, his staff clattering to the side.

The entire arena went silent for a moment. Dust rose slowly around Naoto's body where he had landed, and for a few long seconds there was no movement.

In the stands, the Zenin clan sat with sour expression, whispers passing through the rows as they spoke of the fallout of this event. Elders leaned into one another, muttering about wasted talent and how shameful it was for their heir to be thrown around like that. Naoya sat with a smirk on his face, his arms crossed as if the outcome had been obvious from the start.

Across from them, the Gojo clan sat with smug self satisfied expressions on their faces. Satoru Gojo strutted across the field, his grin wide as he raised both arms, basking in the noise like he had already won. He waved to his clan, then spread his arms as if to accept the cheers of everyone present, dragging out a slow victory lap around the cracked ground.

It all stopped when Naoto pushed himself to his feet.

He spat to the side, brushed the dirt from his body, and picked up the Power Pole. "I wouldn't be so sure of your victory yet, Satoru Gojo."

Gojo turned back to him, still grinning, though a spark of curiosity lit in his eyes. "Zenin, that was a good fight. But sit down now. My barrier is up. There's nothing you can do anymore."

Naoto rolled his shoulders once, then stretched his arms outward. His grin widened slowly, and then he pulled his arms back and flexed. His shirt tore at the seams, ripping apart in strips until it fell to the dirt around him. His muscles swelled, his cursed energy surged, and his back tightened until the outline formed clear.

The crowd gasped as one.

On his back, a face had appeared, carved into the cords of muscle itself. The face of a demon, its mouth twisted into a wide snarl. Whispers rippled across the stands, voices overlapping in shock and disbelief. Naoto's grin grew wider as he heard them. He had finally discovered how to do this a few years ago, after pushing his body to its breaking point during training.

The Hanma bloodline truly was one blessed for fighting. The demon's back wasn't just for show. When it appeared, his body hardened, his strength spiked, his speed jumped, and even his cursed energy flowed more efficiently. His recovery grew faster, and his ability to reinforce himself skyrocketed. Every part of him was optimized for battle.

[Boost]

His cursed energy exploded outward again, doubling once more, red light flickering and pulsing around him as the ground beneath his feet cracked.

Naoto leveled his gaze at Gojo. "If you're not going to hold back anymore... then neither will I."

Naoto's cursed energy roared as he shot forward, the ground cracking under the sudden burst of speed. Gojo met him head-on, Blue pulling at the dirt around his feet as he blurred forward, but Naoto didn't take the clash. He planted the Power Pole, vaulted over Gojo's head, and in midair extended the weapon until it whipped around like a snake he then cracked it forward like a whip. The pole wrapped around Gojo's Infinity, tightening like a coiled rope.

Gojo smirked and shrank his infinity, and slipped free in a smooth twist. He kicked off the pole itself, propelling forward like a spring and launching straight at Naoto. Their fists collided in the air, Naoto ducking to avoid a hook, then weaving past a jab. Gojo followed with a spinning kick, Naoto leaned back under it, then spun the Power Pole to deflect another fist aimed at his temple. Naoto wasn't trying to fight back just yet as he knew he'd just end up hitting the barrier.

Naoto landed, slammed the Power Pole into the ground, and extended it again. This time he didn't swing, but it grew wildly, rebounding off the arena walls, slamming into the dirt, and shooting up again until it boxed Gojo in. The pole bent around itself, crisscrossing through the space until it resembled a shifting cage. Gojo moved through it, deflecting and weaving between the polle, but for the first time his movement was hindered.

Naoto's grin widened. "I hope you're ready, Gojo."

[Boost]

Cursed energy surged red around him, doubling again. His fist drew back.

"Imaginary Technique: Penetrate!"

He launched forward, his fist colliding with Gojo's Infinity. For a moment it held, the invisible barrier shimmering, then the cursed energy compressed in Naoto's strike detonated. The barrier cracked like glass before it shattered, and his fist slammed directly into Gojo's jaw. The impact thundered through the arena. Gojo's head snapped back and his jaw broke m as he was launched off his feet, his body tearing through the air until he smashed clean through the stone walls at the far end of the field. Dust and rubble erupted outward as the wall caved in.

The arena went completely silent. Every clan elder, every servant, every member of the audience froze in shock. Even Naobito sat motionless, his face unreadable.

Naoto stood still in the middle of the field, his chest rising and falling. The Power Pole retracted smoothly, shrinking until it was nothing more than a pin again. He slid it back into his hair, his eyes never leaving the direction Gojo had flown. From the Zenin stands, Maki and Mai broke the silence first. "Oni-chan! Oni-chan!" They waved their little hands in the air. Mirajane clapped from behind them with a wide smileee, her voice joining theirs.

The announcer, still staring at the broken wall, finally found his voice.

"Winner! Zenin Naoto!"

(AN: So Naoto won and of course he did he's the MC, but nah this was to be expected. If any of you are confused the boosted gear as a technique called Penetrate which can basically pierce through any defence. It even allowed Issei to pierce through a technique that allowed lucifer to cancel sacred gears. So yeah pretty OP. I used it as an Imaginary technique as it's capable of breaking through concepts like infinity and other things that aren't real idk. Sounded cool so I went with it.)