Hiroshima Station, blown to bits. Then, a naked man fell from the heavens and the terrorists were blown to bits in turn.
Even in a situation that felt like a gag from a comic book, the damage was no laughing matter. A major city serving as the core of the Sanyo region had been swallowed by hellfire, and the casualties exceeded tens of thousands.
Naoya Zen'in had been desperately rushing through the area, crushing the Bitz underfoot and beating them down—forcing death upon them at a cellular level through the sheer overwhelming mass of his cursed energy—but most of the victims were already dead.
To an ordinary person without a talent for jujutsu, "sorcery" created by a technique is unrecognizable. They cannot perceive the explosions, the flames, or even the cannons of cursed energy directed at them. The only exceptions are things like Construction Techniques that create physical objects or Cursed Tools that are physical items imbued with cursed energy. The reason the Bitz were able to cause such unprecedented damage was because their fire and explosions were nothing but "curses."
'But why?'
As Naoya pondered this while attempting to head toward Nagoya, which had not yet been pacified, news reached his ears: Satoru Gojo had pacified Tokyo and was already en route to Nagoya.
In that case, Naoya changed his destination and headed for Tokyo Jujutsu High. As he raced toward the heart of the Japanese jujutsu world, his eyes looked down upon the Japanese archipelago, catching sight of the staggering amount of "malice" erupting from various regions.
For a Japan that had long enjoyed and celebrated peace since the end of the war, the terror of simultaneous multi-city attacks across the entire archipelago was a potent poison. This island nation of the Far East, a global superpower of curses, was now erupting with cursed energy like a collective scream.
"Even if this cursed energy is the goal... the fact that I can't see what lies beyond it is truly creepy. If they just wanted to gather cursed energy, wouldn't there be a better way? Like making that brat the core of a cursed energy reactor... wait!? Is that it!? This is bad!?"
Naoya spoke to himself as his thoughts raced. The moment he realized something, he accelerated at full power. Immediately after, an explosive torrent of cursed energy erupted in Nagoya, scorching the heavens as if to signal that the terrorism in all cities had been suppressed.
Cutting through that typhoon of cursed energy, thick with the lingering traces of Satoru Gojo, Naoya saw the area around Tokyo Station, where a similar storm of cursed energy had clearly occurred.
Satoru Gojo generally perceived most of humanity as little more than "flowers," yet he happened to quite like that flower garden.
Naoya could sense the sheer scale of the one-sided "extermination" that had taken place here through the residual energy—a trace that forced him to understand the terrifying level of rage Gojo felt toward the pests and beasts trampling his flowerbed. But now was not the time for that.
He had to share the situation with the Principal and get the Headquarters moving as soon as possible. As he ran, his expression was far from that of a victor.
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The time rewinds slightly.
Immediately after the Bitz and their cohort turned Tokyo into a living hell—causing a disaster on par with a monster movie by blowing up Tokyo Station, and then proceeding to commit every outrage imaginable, from shelling the Imperial Palace to melting Tokyo Tower and blowing up the Skytree's observation deck.
Amidst the absolute worst-case damage, where skyscraper districts were leveled and the tip of Tokyo Tower was impaled in Minato Ward, Satoru Gojo—who had teleported sorcerers to various locations—deployed his own ultimate secret technique in a multi-layered fashion, fueled by rage yet perfectly calm.
First, he cleared the rubble using the attraction of [BLUE]. During that process, he filtered out the people who were still alive and teleported them to the plaza of the Imperial Palace Outer Gardens, which was inside the Imperial Palace barrier. Any Bitz that tried to interfere were blown away flashily by [RED].
Any individuals who charged at Gojo were caught in [ ] and [DILUTED] without a trace, and those who tried to flee had their heads blown off by a sub-light speed cursed energy cannon from [ ], preventing their escape. Even when explosions, flamethrowers, or Piercing Blood were directed his way, Gojo possessed an infinite barrier. Even if that infinity were somehow breached, the clothes woven with [ ] would defend against any and all attacks.
And then. Having recovered every fleeing person and even carrying out the remains of the fallen, the strongest sorcerer slammed the rubble—compressed with [BLUE] like a leftover residue of the people he had sifted out—into the Bitz while forming a hand seal.
However, that seal was a form of prayer all too familiar to those living in Japan.
The [ ]. A prayer that softly enveloped the sky, a hand seal signifying a heart of pure innocence.
And the ultimate secret technique Gojo released from there was—.
"—[ ]."
The world that "overflowed" with Gojo at its center was a "closed-less domain" that lacked an outer shell. It was a transcendental technique akin to drawing a picture in the air without using brush or paper—a kind of "miracle" that even Gojo, with his [SIX EYES], had only acquired after tireless effort and training.
There was Suguru Geto's [ ], which persisted by taxing cursed energy from every being within the domain.
There was Naoya Zen'in's [ ], which transcended physical laws by deploying only within the body.
What Satoru Gojo had devised to counter and defeat such domains was the nonsensical concept of "rather than forcing a clash of outer shells, purposefully construct no shell at all to pull the opponent's domain itself into the range."
Starting with a simple "domain" without a technique imbued in it, Gojo had practiced diligently. The "closed-less domain" he imagined was like "ink" dropped into the water of space. Ink that bleeds out and melts has no outline, yet there is certainly a distinction between the "part colored by ink" and the "part that is not."
To grasp that sensation, he had begun practicing ink-pooling and marbling, and had spent hours staring at ink dropped into water tanks. Back then, Riko Amanai had seriously worried that 'Satoru's head has finally gone strange' and brought him porridge—it was now a fond memory.
Combining the atomic-level manipulation of cursed energy he grasped by running the Six Eyes at full capacity with his natural talent and unceasing effort, Satoru Gojo's domain was truly a certain-kill.
What was granted to those trapped within that domain was a forced "passing."
This domain possessed the certain-hit effect of forcing infinite rounds of perception and transmission upon those trapped inside, while simultaneously [ ]. Inside, a situation occurred that was hard to put into words: perceiving everything, understanding everything, and being unable to process any of it.
To use a computer analogy, it was like launching a DDoS attack while using a virus to interfere with the memory itself to delay processing. Either one alone would be enough to kill.
What happens if that is forced simultaneously, and at a total cellular level?
Cells that have become completely incapable of information transmission can no longer recognize each other's existence, cannot replicate DNA, and cannot even die—though they have no awareness of being alive.
The state of the flesh, which had been forced into the realm of "neither birth nor death, neither purity nor impurity, neither increase nor decrease," even affected the soul. Souls whose information had become a complete blank and were no longer sure if they even "existed" were completely "bleached."
In the end, pure and innocent souls stripped of even their causality could not resist; they were swallowed by the vortex of reincarnation and reached the [ ] to be reborn into one of the six realms.
As a result, by the time Gojo deactivated the domain, nothing remained within the range of influence but a "Pure Land" where every living thing, down to a single virus, had returned to the cycle of reincarnation.
Furthermore, because the transmission of information itself was delayed, the transmission of energy known as "combustion" became impossible. The burning city was completely extinguished, leaving only rubble lying in silence.
Only Satoru Gojo stood there. There was no way to counter this [ ] other than expanding one's own domain and "clashing worlds against each other."
Naturally, the Bitz were incapable of such highly advanced domain combat. Just like every other animal and plant around Tokyo Station, they returned to the vortex of reincarnation, vanishing without even being allowed to replicate their soul's information.
"This should be a bit of a 'nuisance' for them, probably. Just a hunch."
Muttering this, Gojo used a precise Reverse Cursed Technique to repair his "prefrontal cortex that governs cursed techniques," which had been damaged by the domain expansion. After lightly checking the feel of his Limitless Cursed Technique, he teleported toward Nagoya.
Despite the "overall quality of sorcerers having increased," Gojo Satoru still held the title of the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. It was only some time later that a part of that absolute strength was made known to the world in the form of the pacification of Tokyo Station in a mere minute.
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