Beyond limits, Jujutsu kaisen x Male Oc

Shoyo snaps

As Hayato's mighty form loomed over Shoyo, his sword raised high in a menacing arc, ready to deliver the final, decisive blow, a sudden shift in the air caught Shoyo's attention. He senses something wrong a signal of cursed energy had vanished

In that fleeting moment, amidst the chaos of their fierce duel, Shoyo's focus shifted, his mind reaching out instinctively to the world around him. And then, like a bolt of lightning striking through the darkness, it hit him—Nobara's cursed energy, once a constant presence in the tumultuous symphony of battle, was extinguished.

Hey Shoyo it wasn't so bad

A cold shiver ran down Shoyo's spine as the realization washed over him. Nobara, his friend and ally, had been a companion in their fight against Curses. She was gone.

Shoyo got up slowly: (So long Nobara kugisaki)

And in that moment of clarity, something inside Shoyo snapped.

It was as if a floodgate had been opened, releasing a tidal wave of raw, untamed emotion that threatened to consume him whole. The rage, the grief, the sheer injustice of it all—it surged through him like a raging inferno, burning away any semblance of restraint or composure.

With a primal roar that echoed across the rooftop, Shoyo's eyes blazed with an intensity that matched the fires of hell itself. In a heartbeat, his demeanor shifted from one of weary resignation to one of unbridled fury—a force of nature unleashed upon the world.

In a blur of motion, Shoyo surged forward, his movements fueled by an otherworldly energy that seemed to radiate from his very core. His fists, wreathed in crackling tendrils of cursed energy, lashed out with a ferocity that defied comprehension.

BLACK FLASH!

Hayato coughs up blood but shoyo doesn't stop

Each strike was a testament to the depth of his anguish, a manifestation of the pain and anger that threatened to consume him whole.

Hayato, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his opponent's demeanor, found himself momentarily stunned. But before he could react, Shoyo was upon him once again, his fists a blur of motion as he unleashed a relentless barrage of blows. The rooftop trembled beneath their feet, the air crackling with the intensity of their clash.

And as Shoyo's onslaught continued unabated, a grim determination settled over him. Nobara may have fallen, but her spirit lived on within him. With every strike, every blow landed, he vowed to honor her memory—to fight on in her name, until the last drop of blood left his body.

Then with a bloodthirsty rage consuming him, Shoyo launched himself at Hayato once again, his fists a blur of motion as he unleashed a relentless barrage of blows. Each strike carried the full weight of his fury, fueled by the seething anger that boiled within him.

BLACK FLASH!

Hayato staggered backward under the force of the blows. But he quickly regained his footing, his own fury igniting like a wildfire as he fought back with equal ferocity.

BLACK FLASH!

Their duel became a whirlwind of violence, the rooftop echoing with the sound of their clashes as they traded blow for blow. Shoyo's fists were like thunderbolts, each strike aimed with deadly precision as he sought to overpower his opponent with sheer force.

But Hayato was no easy adversary. With a primal roar, he met Shoyo's onslaught head-on, his massive form braced against the impact of each blow. His own attacks were slow but deliberate, each strike carrying the full weight of his cursed energy as he sought to crush his opponent beneath his heel.

As they battled, their surroundings blurred into a blur of motion and sound, the clash of their fists reverberating through the air like thunder. Each blow sent shockwaves rippling through the rooftop, threatening to tear the very fabric of reality asunder.

And in the midst of their furious exchange, Shoyo's rage burned brighter with each passing moment. His attacks grew more frenzied, fueled by a primal instinct to destroy his opponent at any cost. With every strike, he pushed himself to the limits of his strength, determined to emerge victorious no matter the cost.

But Hayato was equally relentless, his own fury matching Shoyo's blow for blow. With every strike, he pushed back against his opponent's onslaught, refusing to yield even as the battle raged on.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of their confrontation, it seemed as though time itself had come to a standstill. Shoyo and Hayato fought with all the ferocity of two wild beasts locked in mortal combat, their every movement a testament to the depths of their rage and determination. And as the moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light over the rooftop battlefield, their battle raged on with no end in sight.

Then they clashed once more creating a huge shockwave

They jumped away from each other staring each other down

With a solemn nod of acknowledgment, Shoyo and Hayato drew their swords in unison, the metallic ring of steel echoing through the night air. The rooftop became their battleground, illuminated by the pale light of the moon as they prepared for the final, decisive showdown.

Each combatant stood poised and ready, their swords gleaming in the moonlight as they eyed each other warily. The tension between them crackled like electricity, the air heavy with the weight of their impending clash.

Shoyo's grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, his knuckles white with determination. The blade, an extension of his will, felt like an old friend in his hand—a trusted companion that had seen him through many battles and trials.

Across from him, Hayato mirrored his stance, his own sword held at the ready with a lethal grace. His eyes burned with a primal hunger, a hunger for victory and domination that seemed to pulse with every beat of his cursed heart.

And then, without a word spoken between them, they charged forward, their swords clashing in a shower of sparks that lit up the night sky. The rooftop became a blur of motion as they traded blow for blow, each strike a testament to their skill and determination.

Their swords sang in the air, the sound of their clash reverberating through the night like a battle hymn. With every swing, every parry, they pushed themselves to the limits of their abilities, each determined to emerge victorious at any cost.

As the battle raged on, their movements grew more frenzied, their attacks coming faster and fiercer with each passing moment. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale glow over the rooftop battlefield as they fought with all the ferocity of two warriors locked in mortal combat.

And then, in a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, they both lunged forward, their swords meeting in a final, decisive clash. The force of their collision sent shockwaves rippling through the air, the sound of their impact echoing across the rooftop.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still as they locked eyes, each combatant staring into the depths of the other's soul. And then, with a mighty roar, they pushed forward with all their strength, their swords locked in a deadly embrace as they fought for supremacy.

In that moment, as the moon cast its pale light upon their duel, Shoyo and Hayato knew that only one of them would walk away from this confrontation alive. And though the outcome remained uncertain, they were both prepared to lay down their lives for the chance at victory.

It was time for the final round

And that's a wrap

Oooh gotta say I'm loving writing these fights with no talking it seems like how these two would do it they just clash