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The battlefield was silent.

Not the peaceful kind of silence, but the heavy pause that follows something world-shaking. The sky above cracked with lingering cursed energy, and the dust slowly settled where two legends had clashed.

Gojo Satoru was no longer standing tall as everyone remembered him.

Instead, what remained was… unexpected.

Fans would later argue about how it happened. Some blamed fate. Some blamed power beyond reason. Others just stared at the image that began spreading through whispers and sketches—Gojo, reduced to half, yet somehow still unmistakably Gojo.

Only the lower half remained visible, standing there as if refusing to disappear.

Someone, somewhere, laughed first.

Then someone else added a single word beneath the image:

“Jo.”

Not Gojo. Just Jo.

The meme spread faster than any curse technique. It appeared in notebooks, on screens, in jokes passed between fans who weren’t ready to let go. It wasn’t mockery. It was coping. Humor stitched together where heartbreak once lived.

“Even in defeat,” someone said, “he still stands.”

And maybe that was the point.

Legends don’t always fade quietly.
Sometimes, they become symbols.
Sometimes… they become memes.

And somehow, Jo lived on.