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Inside the domain.
Jogo's terrifying molten lava attack easily smashed through the solid ground, clawing and roaring as it surged towards Gojo Satoru, intending to completely engulf him.
However, when Gojo Satoru unleashed his domain...
The terrifying high-temperature molten lava torrent suddenly and eerily stopped right in front of him.
An intense white light, centered on Gojo Satoru, rapidly spread in all directions, quickly and domineeringly eroding all the surrounding land with an irresistible force.
The entire domain was covered in an intense white light.
Gojo Satoru and Itadori Yuji's figures rapidly retreated, instantly vanishing, replaced by an infinite amount of strange light.
Billions of rays of light erupted, like a wondrous spectacle during a cosmic explosion.
Jogo's body stiffened in place, unmoving, even maintaining the hand gesture for activating his Cursed Technique.
His single eye widened, now reflecting an infinite amount of strange light like a mirror.
Before his eyes, bizarre things constantly appeared: twisted symmetrical trees, spiraling molecules, densely floating bubbles, and other sights.
At this moment, he was deeply trapped in Gojo Satoru's infinity, unable to extricate himself.
Finally, all the strange light dissipated.
In its place was a vast, ethereal phenomenon in the deep universe.
Its shape closely resembled Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes, silently gazing at Jogo.
"What happened... My domain was defeated? I can't see anything... I can't feel anything..."
"No, that's wrong!"
"I can see everything! I can feel everything!"
"Information is pouring into me non-stop!"
"So I can't do anything..."
Gojo Satoru's Unlimited Void was terrifying, relentlessly forcing an endless stream of information and data into the minds of others.
He stepped forward, grabbed Jogo's head, and spoke gently.
"This is the inside of the Limitless. Our senses are constantly forced to transmit information to us for the act of living."
"But when this transmission occurs an infinite number of times, no living being's mind can accept it."
Gojo Satoru's fingers gradually tightened, and Jogo's stiff neck trembled continuously, resisting the pulling pain from above.
"It's ironic, isn't it? Gaining everything yet being able to do nothing, just slowly waiting for death."
"But I still have questions for you, so I'll stop here for now and spare you."
Crack!
A strange, twisted breaking sound rang out. Gojo Satoru actually tore Jogo's head right off!
Jogo's blood-stained head fell to the ground like a ball. Gojo Satoru put his black blindfold back on and stomped on Jogo with his long leg.
"So, who sent you here?"
Itadori Yuji stared blankly at Gojo Satoru, who looked completely relaxed and at ease, then at the blood-stained head on the ground.
Is this the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer?
He's completely a creature from a different dimension!
Gojo Satoru was very interested in Jogo, a talking and intelligent Cursed Spirit with Special Grade level Cursed Energy.
So his questions came one after another.
"You're not the type to act on human orders, are you?"
"What's the benefit of killing me?"
"Who is that kid you mentioned?"
"Anyway, who is it that's opposing us?"
Gojo Satoru swayed back and forth as if playing soccer, looking like a curious child.
"Speak quickly, or I'll exorcise you!"
However, at this moment...
A tree with a chrysanthemum-like top blossomed in front of him, forcing his body back.
A glimmer of hope flashed in Jogo's eyes.
The next second...
They were surrounded by countless brightly blooming flowers.
Seeing the flowers all over the sky, Gojo Satoru and Itadori Yuji both showed adorable expressions.
"It's flowers!"
Hanami's figure appeared on the battlefield, scooped up Jogo's head from the ground, and ran.
Even though Gojo Satoru and Itadori Yuji's attention was drawn by its Cursed Technique, it dared not show any killing intent, fearing Gojo Satoru would react, let alone launch a sneak attack.
Slap.
Gojo Satoru lightly slapped his own cheek, forcing himself to clear his head: "A Cursed Technique? It must be, even my fighting spirit has been weakened."
Just as he was about to give chase, he saw Itadori Yuji's ankle wrapped in tiny tree roots, being pulled towards the sky.
"Teacher, I'm fine!"
"Go after him!"
However, the next second, sharp roots protruded from the ground, and Itadori Yuji was dragged by the tree roots, directly towards the gleaming sharp roots.
"I'm sorry, I spoke carelessly!!!"
Gojo Satoru waved his hand lightly, and his Cursed Energy destroyed the sharp roots, saving Itadori Yuji.
Turning around, Hanami had already escaped, disappearing into the distant forest.
"It got away. It's very good at hiding its presence, even more so than Volcano Head."
Itadori Yuji quickly apologized: "I'm very sorry, it's all my fault for holding them back and letting them escape."
Gojo Satoru waved his hand indifferently: "Cursed Spirits of this level gathering together makes things interesting."
"Yuji, keep it up. I hope everyone can grow quickly, to the point where you can defeat that Volcano Head from earlier."
"Huh?!"
On the other side.
Inside an elegant and simple wooden house.
Araki Itsuki smiled, brazenly scrutinizing the old man sitting in front of him.
His face was full of withered wrinkles, long eyebrows drooped in a curve, like a frail old man, his scrawny arm propped on a cane.
What Araki Itsuki found most strange was that this old man, despite his age, wore fashionable nose rings, lip rings, and ear piercings.
This was Gakuganji Yoshinobu, the principal of Kyoto Jujutsu High School and the leader of the conservative faction in the Jujutsu world.
Gakuganji Yoshinobu glanced at the audacious Araki Itsuki. Where did this young man, whose age was unknown, come from?
"Ieiri didn't come, and Gojo Satoru is gone too. Is it just a kid? My time, as an old man who doesn't have much left, is very precious!"
Araki Itsuki couldn't be bothered with him and went straight to the point: "Thank you for your previous care."
"Oh? Previous care, you mean?"
Araki Itsuki chuckled: "Old man, did playing rock and roll make your brain muddled?"
"The Special Grade Cursed Spirit at the juvenile detention center before, though it was nothing to me. But I don't have the rights of a Special Grade, so why should I bear that responsibility?"
Gakuganji Yoshinobu sighed.
"Oh dear, young people these days, can't even use honorifics properly?"
Araki Itsuki leaned forward a step, his expression full of mockery: "I never intended to respect an old geezer like you, you self-important fool.
Gojo Satoru-sensei's application for my Special Grade status was blocked by you, wasn't it?"
Araki Itsuki looked displeased: "I say, you rotten, muddle-headed good-for-nothings, why don't you just die?
If you continue to restrain and limit me for useless status and tradition, you'll be in big trouble!"
Gakuganji Yoshinobu's right eye suddenly opened wide, staring intently at the audacious Araki Itsuki.
"Kid, you're too arrogant!"
"Arrogant?"
Araki Itsuki burst out laughing.
"Arrogance also requires skill, and I happen to have it!"
Then he casually waved his hand: "Old man, I know that to successfully complete missions, Jujutsu Sorcerers are often stronger than Cursed Spirits of corresponding grades, meaning you could also handle the Special Grade Cursed Spirit at the juvenile detention center.
But to be so confident in your own strength because of that, thinking you can suppress me?"
"Isn't that just too ridiculous?"
"Hahaha!"
Araki Itsuki clutched his stomach and laughed heartily, completely disregarding Gakuganji Yoshinobu.
"Wait a minute!"
Miwa, who had been standing by, spoke up to stop Araki Itsuki.
"There's a problem with this approach. We might need to ask you to come to a relevant facility for a report..."
"Not going."
Araki Itsuki flatly refused.
"Huh?!"
Miwa doubted her ears. This guy was just a first-year freshman, wasn't he?
So arrogant, so cool!!!
After dismissing Miwa, Araki Itsuki looked mockingly at the grim-faced Gakuganji Yoshinobu.
"Old man, you're still just a First-Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, aren't you?"
"What about it?"
Araki Itsuki smiled confidently, interlaced his fingers, resting them on his crossed right leg, leaning lazily on the sofa.
"Currently, you haven't entered Special Grade, and your vision is still narrow. You see me as a frog in a well seeing the bright moon. When you someday by chance enter the ranks of Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerers, you'll see me as a tiny plankton seeing the vast sky."
Gakuganji Yoshinobu slowly stood up, his casual clothes coming off, revealing his muscular physique, and dense Cursed Energy began to manifest around him.
However, Araki Itsuki didn't indulge him either. He rose and looked down at Gakuganji Yoshinobu, his tone icy.
"You groveling servant, do you want to show me your decaying, worthless old fangs?"
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