That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B!

At that exact moment, the two newly liberated twins watched Suzuki violently glitch from one place to another. The sheer, unnatural violation of physics occurring before their eyes sent a collective chill down their spines.

They had relocated to an abandoned, massive department store on the outskirts of Kyoto—a place where they could go all out without destroying civilian property. Yet, as they watched Suzuki execute his newly evolved technique, they simultaneously realized the terrifying truth:

It was mathematically impossible to defeat him.

King Crimson.

If anyone from the modern era heard that name, they would instantly recognize it as the reality-warping Stand of a major villain in the Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure franchise. It was the absolute basis and inspiration for Suzuki’s evolved Projection Sorcery.

How had he turned a technique based on animation frames into an ability that effectively erased time?

For the uninitiated, his movement was baffling. It looked like he wanted to walk from Point A to Point B, but instead of traversing the distance, he simply appeared at Point B without anyone perceiving the journey. To a layman, it looked exactly like instant teleportation.

But the results were deceiving, and the physics were fundamentally different.

Teleportation operated within the domain of spatial manipulation. It was about instantly folding space to travel from A to B. King Crimson, however, operated within the domain of temporal mechanics and causality. It erased the time required to travel from A to B, skipping the cause and enforcing only the consequence.

Suzuki’s technique was a literal Frame Deletion.

Projection Sorcery forced the user to pre-program 24 frames of animation within a single second. Naobito and Naoya used the technique traditionally: they accelerated themselves through all 24 frames, becoming incredibly fast blurs.

Suzuki didn’t do that. By applying advanced kinematic physics and an incredibly complex Binding Vow, Suzuki forced his body to only physically manifest on Frame 1 and Frame 24. He violently deleted Frames 2 through 23 from the universe’s physical record.

He didn’t just cross the space between Point A and Point B. He deleted the time it took for reality to record the action. He was manipulating memory and causality.

So, why go through the immense mental calculation to delete frames instead of just learning a spatial teleportation technique?

Because of momentum.

If Suzuki simply teleported in front of a Special Grade curse, he would arrive with the exact same momentum he had when he left. If he was standing completely still at Point A, he would arrive completely still at Point B.

In hand-to-hand combat, a punch with zero velocity carries zero kinetic energy. It would do absolutely no damage.

Projection Sorcery, however, demanded that the user rapidly accelerate through their programmed frames. By deleting the middle frames from reality, Suzuki maintained the violent, exponential accumulation of physical velocity without having to manually experience the acceleration or air resistance.

The terrifying result?

Suzuki didn’t just "appear" in front of his enemies. He spawned directly in front of them with his fist already traveling at Mach 5. He was essentially teleporting the accumulated kinetic energy of a missile strike directly onto his target’s chin.

He had successfully exploited the universe’s physics engine to skip the loading screen and spawn with a fully charged, lethal attack.

Most ambitious sorcerers believed the key to evolving Projection Sorcery was to break the 24-fps rule—trying to force 60 fps or 120 fps to move smoother and faster. Suzuki knew that was a fatal flaw. Increasing the frame rate weakened the technique’s stability, vastly increased the mental processing load, and forced the user to travel in a continuous, highly predictable line. A master sorcerer like Gojo Satoru or an awakened Maki could easily track a continuous line, no matter how fast it moved.

Instead of fighting the 24-fps limit, Suzuki embraced it. In modern cinema, 24 fps was the golden standard because it created the perfect amount of natural motion blur, allowing the human brain to suspend disbelief.

Blur. That was the true weapon.

While Naoya focused entirely on the linear position of his frames, Suzuki focused entirely on the optical quality of his frames. By studying optics and manipulating his cursed energy, he learned to simulate a "360-degree camera shutter." He maximized his own physical motion blur to the absolute extreme. To the naked eye, and even to cursed energy tracking, Suzuki didn’t exist as a solid object between frames. He was effectively intangible, appearing as a chaotic, unhittable smear.

This was the core reason he had effortlessly dominated his arrogant brother, Naoya, in their sparring sessions. Naoya relied on raw talent and blind speed. Suzuki relied on cold, calculated physics.

Yet, Suzuki knew that beating Naoya wasn’t enough. He needed to reach the untouchable realm of the gods—the apocalyptic heights where Gojo and Sukuna resided.

He didn’t want to be a strong sorcerer; he wanted to become a fundamental force of nature. A localized disaster. You don’t try to reason with or fight a tsunami or an earthquake; you just evacuate or die. If he became a natural disaster, the archaic trash running the Zenin Clan wouldn’t dare bother him. They would be forced to adapt to his absolute rule.

But before he marched into the clan estate to tear the elders from their thrones, he needed to calibrate his new abilities against the only two people in the world who could currently keep up with him.

"...Are you completely serious right now?" Maki asked, snapping out of her daze and looking at Suzuki like he was insane.

"Yes," Suzuki nodded, adjusting his glasses. "I need you two to give me everything you have. Do not hold back. If I actually lose to a newly awakened Heavenly Restriction and a sniper who just got her cursed energy back... I have absolutely no right to lead this clan."

He dropped into a relaxed, almost lazy fighting stance.

"Beat me with everything you’ve got. Attack with the absolute intent to kill."

"....."

Maki and Mai exchanged a long, silent look. They knew he was dead serious. He was preparing for a war against the elders, and he needed this live-fire calibration. But they also silently agreed on one thing: if they actually managed to beat him to a bloody pulp right now, he wouldn’t be able to do anything stupid and get himself killed by the clan.

A terrifying, synchronized grin spread across the twins’ faces.

BOOM!

The concrete floor beneath Maki completely shattered as she launched herself forward at blinding, supersonic speed, while Mai instantly constructed a high-caliber sniper rifle from thin air.

Meanwhile, in the bright, sunny world of Konoha...

Suzuki from the Naruto universe had just effortlessly completed his graduation exam. As he presented his perfectly executed Clone Technique, Transformation Technique, and Substitution Technique to the academy instructors, the result was never in doubt.

"Suzuki Tanaka has passed!" Iruka announced proudly, handing the boy his official forehead protector.