(Attendance please…)
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Gojo stared at Matt for a long moment, the silence stretching between them. Finally, Matt, perhaps feeling the weight of that unwavering gaze, broke the silence himself. "I don't kill," he stated simply, his voice firm with conviction.
Gojo chuckled, a soft, almost dismissive sound. "And did I say that you killed anyone, or anything? I just wanted to know the reason why you don't kill. But," he added with a wave of his hand, "you don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to. Everyone has their own choices and their own lines to draw. It's not like I want to get involved."
Matt was quiet for a few seconds, considering. Then he replied, his voice low. "If I kill them… if I cross that line… I don't think I would ever come back from it."
"Is it Matt the lawyer saying that stuff to stop you?" Gojo asked, genuinely curious. "The part of you that believes in the system?"
"I don't have a multiple personality disorder, Mr. Satoru," Matt replied, a hint of weariness in his tone. "It is I who chose not to go down that path. Not to become like the very people I stop." He began to push himself up from the bed, his movements still a little stiff. "And I think… I should get going. I also have some work to do."
"You sure?" Gojo asked, tilting his head. "I mean, you look like you're half-dead, or something close to it. It seems someone made sure that you won't be going to work for a few days, huh?"
"I'll manage," Matt said, his voice resolute.
"Well," Gojo said, gesturing towards the door, "the door is that way. But I think you already know that."
Matt picked up his mask from the nightstand, clutching it in his hand. As he started to walk towards the door, he paused. "Thanks for helping me," he said, without turning around. "I'll repay this in the future."
"Well," Gojo replied cheerfully, "even if you didn't, I'd make sure you would. And hey, try not to slip in any gutters on your way home."
And with that, Daredevil exited the apartment. Gojo sighed, slumping back into the sofa, his body a perfect picture of languid boredom. Mochi trotted over and hopped into his lap, nudging his hand with her wet nose. He absently stroked her fur.
"What should I do now, Mochi?" he murmured to the dog. He felt adrift. The world was saved, for now. But there was nothing for him to do. The intense, exhilarating high of the Ultron event was gone, leaving behind a profound, almost suffocating, sense of boredom. He was a warrior in a time of peace, and it was maddening.
Suddenly, a voice, calm and melodic, echoed in the room from behind him. "What, exactly, are you?"
The voice was a complete surprise. It was the first time since he'd arrived in this world that someone had managed to approach him, to speak, without him sensing their presence beforehand, even with his Six Eyes.
Gojo turned his head lazily, his eyes landing on a figure standing by the large window. It was a bald woman, dressed in simple but elegant yellow robes, a serene smile on her face as she looked at him.
"Baldy," was Gojo's first, uncharitable thought. But to keep up appearances, he still asked, his voice laced with mock surprise, "Who exactly are you? I mean, I understand the police aren't always that responsible in these parts of the city, but still, for a thief to be so openly robbing someone in broad daylight…"
"I am not a thief," the Ancient One said, her smile unwavering. "And I think you already know that, Satoru Gojo." She tilted her head, her gaze piercing. "And to ask it again… what, exactly, are you?"
Gojo feigned confusion. "What do you mean? I mean, I'm human."
"No," the Ancient One stated simply, with an air of absolute certainty. "You are not. Not entirely. Even I don't know what you are. You aren't supposed to be here, in this timeline, in this reality. But at the same time, it feels as though you aresupposed to be here. The word that would suit you best is… you are an 'anomaly.'"
Gojo considered this. "Huh," he said. "I mean, it sounded pretty cool when I think about it. Satoru Gojo… not a human… but an 'anomaly.' A unique individual. Yeah, it sounds cool. I like it."
The Ancient One's smile widened slightly. "You aren't confused as to how I got here? How I know your name? Or who I am?"
"Well," Gojo replied with a shrug, "half of America knows who I am at this point. I'm also one of the most hated people in the country right now, so you could be anyone with a grudge. But," he added, "you haven't attacked me yet, so I don't think you're here to fight me or kill me. Right?"
"I am not here to fight you," she confirmed. "Or rather, I simply… can't. You aren't breaking any fundamental laws of this timeline. You aren't doing anything inherently 'wrong,' from a cosmic perspective. In fact, you seem to be doing what you are supposed to be doing. So, I have no reason to fight you or kill you."
"You think you could kill me?" Gojo asked, a playful challenge in his voice. "Well, don't answer that. I don't really want to know. And what do you mean, I'm supposed to be doing what I'm supposed to do? Am I, like, a puppet or something?"
"Not a puppet, not really," the Ancient One said, her smile enigmatic. "More like a puppet whose strings have been cut, thrown into a new play, and has now made this stage his home. You are affecting the natural flow of the timeline, but at the same time, you are not. It is a paradox. I don't know how I should explain it, or even how to think of it. This is the first time something like this has happened in all my time as Sorcerer Supreme."
"So," Gojo asked, finally getting to the point, "how did you get here?"
"A little late for that question, don't you think?" she replied. "But if I have to say… let's start with this: do you believe in magic?"
Gojo chuckled. "I can fly. I fought a rogue AI that got corrupted by the internet after looking at too many cat videos. And now, magic? Hell yeah, I believe in magic. Though," he admitted, "I haven't actually seen anyone use it yet. Wait, are you saying you got here through some kind of… teleportation magic? Or something like that?"
"Well, it seems that magic has piqued your interest, hasn't it?" the Ancient One said, her eyes twinkling. "Though… why are you pretending?"
Gojo looked confused. "Pretending about what? Magic?"
The Ancient One shook her head gently. "You know you don't have to blame yourself for those deaths in Sokovia," she said, her voice soft but clear. "You would have had to make that choice, one way or another. And taking on the burden, the place, of someone else… it is a heavy weight to carry."
Gojo's playful demeanor faltered for a second. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, a little too quickly.
The Ancient One chuckled, a knowing, ancient sound. She then offered some parting words. "Yes, I know you don't. Well, it seems I have to go back now. Find me, on Bleecker Street, when you have some free time and want to learn about realmagic. I would really like to teach an 'anomaly' like you."
"What address?" Gojo asked, intrigued despite himself.
"Check your pants pocket," the Ancient One said, just before a shimmering, sparking portal opened behind her. She stepped through it and vanished, the portal snapping shut, leaving only the scent of ozone and incense in the air.
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A/N: So, How was it? Well i have finally made Ancient One come to him, with this he can learn magic, and not go to her himself, actually this made his job easy for him.
I'm not getting any ideas for this story that why chapter may come late. But i have decided that i will do the time skip in the next few chapter straight to the civil war. So dont worry.
Q: Should Gojo Learn Mirror Dimension?!
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