He waits in the middle of the road.

"Well, are you just going to hide in the bushes?" he wonders, when the car is probably far enough away that it'll be out of the line of fire.

The curse lands from above with a loud "Yyyyahh!", a short stout creature with only one eye wearing a yellow poncho. The top of his head is shaped like a miniature volcano, and his "ears" are stoppered by corks.

Gojo barely even bothers to dodge, and keeps his hands in his pockets.

"Huh. And just who are you?"

The creature's grin widens and he gestures with his arm, causing a slightly less miniature volcano to emerge from the cliffside behind Gojō. It immediately spouts an enormous jet of fire, thick enough to entirely cover Gojō head to toe, strong enough to reach several dozen meters into the forested distance, hot enough to melt the pavement Gojō's standing on.

"Well," he says, chuckling, "that was easier than I'd expected."

A ball of molten lava sits where Gojo was standing. That... is not how that is supposed to work. And then it clears, and Gojo stands in a circle of unmelted pavement, looking completely fine. Hands still in his pockets.

He tilts his head. "You are an unregistered special grade. Did you miss the memo about how your kind are supposed to be rare? It ruins the whole point of the classification system if we have you just popping up everywhere."

Ah... he survived.

Well, more fun this way. "Did I wound your pride?" asks the curse, assuming a more serious battle stance.

Gojo lets out a snort. He makes no motion to assume any kind of battle stance at all.

"Hardly. ... Did you attack me here so that no other sorcerer could come to my aid? You can't have cared about civilian casualties."

Something—a pebble?—starts popping up from the volcano on his head, jumping then falling back down. "And if I did?"

The pebble turns out to be a huge insect of some kind, multiple of them unfolding from his head one after the other, a small swarm forming and immediately all charging at Gojō.

They are stopped in the air in front of him, and Gojo finally removes his hand from his pocket.... to bring it to his lips to cover his laughter.

"Well, that would be hilarious," he says, snickering. "I see the volcano on your head gives it a bit of a hot air problem. You do know who you're dealing with, right?"

The insects start emitting a loud, keening, high-pitched sound, powerful enough to paralyse a human being. "Burn," says the curse, and they explode.

"You know," says Gojo, from elsewhere, "a two part attack's actually not bad. I'm almost impressed."

The curse hops towards where Gojō is standing, a ball of flame in its hand, and throws it directly at Gojō's head.

His head is engulfed in flame, of course!

"There's more!" exclaims the curse, giddily, who swivels around Gojō to apply a touch technique to his back which causes a burst of purple flames to explode from the point of contact.

It certainly seems to work. The curse’s hand touches something, and the scenery is extremely, ludicrously destroyed.

The curse chuckles dryly. "That's all it took? I take a look for myself, and it was just an overestimation by the weak. That human was just as fragile as the rest. He wasn't living a life of truth. It's all so... nauseatingly repulsive."

He smiles to himself and turns around, starting to walk away. "I'm going to go spread real strength, the truth, through death."

“Haven’t you heard of confirming the corpse?” wonders Gojo, from the smoke and ruin. “Come on, we just did this, I’d like to have a little variety.”

The curse turns back around, slowly.

He waves. Cheerfully.

"You missed!"

"...what's the meaning of this? That's impossible! That wasn't like before! I know I touched you and killed you!"

"Clearly not. Would it help if I explained?"

"You cocky bastard."

He doesn't make any moves to attack again, though.

"Yeah!" he agrees, with a laugh. "So, what you actually touched was the infinity of space between me and everything else." He holds out his hand, grinning. "Try to touch me and see."