"The fox's tail is showing so quickly!"
"I thought you could hide much longer!"
Gojo Satoru threw punches with all his might, taunting as he fought.
BOOM!
Another clash ensued. Cursed Energy flames—blue and crimson—intertwined and distorted the air. White shockwaves spread outwards, the roar continuous.
"Tsk. Your Intangibility is annoying," Gojo withdrew his fist, scoffing.
Just like my Infinity. I can't touch him.
"Your lack of a bottom line is also troublesome," Zenin Mirai replied lukewarmly.
(A play on words: Gojo has the "Limitless" technique, and Mirai mocks him for having "No Limit" to his shamelessness).
Mirai wasn't just using Kamui (Intangibility). To counter Gojo's domain and sure-hit effects, he was employing a secret art. Unlike Kasumi Miwa or the New Shadow Style users, Mirai used a technique passed down only within the Three Great Families.
Falling Blossom Emotion.
It wrapped his body in a film of Cursed Energy that automatically counter-attacked anything touching it with equal force. It was more powerful than a Simple Domain, but the consumption of Cursed Energy was exponential.
"The background of Yuji... the Special Grade Cursed Spirit... the spies among the students." Gojo clenched his fists, smiling maniacally. "Can you honestly explain these issues?"
"If I accidentally kill you... it will take time to investigate. And my lovely student (Maki) will probably resent me."
"Maki?" Mirai twisted his neck, whispering. "Don't worry. You want to kill me... but you can't."
"YEAH!"
A maniacal grin flashed across Gojo Satoru's face. He vanished in an instant. Teleportation. Red and black waves churned! A dazzling black light, brimming with immense Cursed Energy, slammed straight toward Mirai's abdomen.
FLASH.
Mirai's scarlet Sharingan spun. Exceptional dynamic capture. Motion prediction. Even with Gojo Satoru's teleportation, he couldn't escape the Kaleidoscope's sight!
Mirai raised his knee to block the strike to his gut. Simultaneously, he slammed his right fist into the side of Gojo's head!
CRACK-BOOM!
Two distinct bolts of Black Lightning bloomed beneath the white clouds. A deafening roar! The two figures were swept up by the tremendous force and crashed to the ground like meteors. The earth cracked open. Debris and dust flew everywhere.
...
At the entrance of the arena, Nanami, Utahime, Mei Mei, and Gakuganji stared in disbelief. Gojo Satoru stood up from the crater. The wound on his forehead healed the instant he hit the ground (Reverse Cursed Technique).
But... two or three drops of blood slid down his cheek. He was bleeding. The man recognized as the Strongest Sorcerer. The man who could annihilate Special Grades with a smile. He was injured.
"Interesting! Very interesting!" Gojo's maniacal grin intensified. He ignored the blood. He ignored the spectators. He bent his knees.
BOOM!
The ground exploded as he launched himself back into the fight.
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Gojo flashed across the venue, his brain's CPU working at lightning speed.
Ordinary Blue and Red cannot break through Fake Smile's defense without chanting. His Intangibility and Falling Blossom Emotion are too effective. Purple takes too long to charge, and it gets reflected by that cursed fan. That's why I chose close combat.
But... Why hasn't Fake Smile used the Ten Shadows Technique? Even if the Shikigami cannot bypass my Infinity, they can block my line of sight or absorb damage. And that Special Grade Cursed Spirit (Hanami)... wasn't it his ally? Why did he kill it?
With doubts in his mind, Gojo closed the distance!
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Mirai fell into the dense forest, a faint smile on his lips. Why not summon a Shikigami to absorb the damage? Why insist on close-quarters combat?
CLICK.
A crisp sound emanated from the shadows behind him. A golden wheel spun slowly.
Mahoraga's Wheel.
It's not that he abandoned the Ten Shadows Technique. On the contrary, he had been using it the whole time! He was adapting. Originally, Mahoraga adapted to Gojo's Unlimited Void. Today, through this fistfight, the wheel was spinning. The unyielding adaptability was cutting off Gojo Satoru's last escape route.
WHOOSH!
Mirai looked up. The raging wind drew closer. His black hair danced wildly. His crimson eyes flashed with murderous intent.
BOOM!
Black Flash!
Two fists, crackling with red and black lightning, collided violently! The shockwave swept outwards in all directions. Panda cradled White Zetsu in his arms, using his sturdy fur to shield them from the blast. The students were blown away like leaves. Regardless of one's stance, getting involved in this catastrophic collision meant certain death.
"Fake Smile! Where is your Ten Shadows?!" Staring intently into those blood-red pupils, Gojo asked. The pale blue flames on his fist intensified.
Mirai looked at the azure-white mist in the Six Eyes. He chuckled lightly without responding.
BOOM!
A deep crater exploded between them as they separated.
"It's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying battle," Gojo admitted, sounding like an elder. "You're quite strong, kid!"
"You're nothing but a fool being used," Mirai retorted coldly. "What are you so smug about?"
When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman profits. Gojo and the Conservatives were just pawns. Mirai was confident he could kill Gojo here. But if he displayed too much terrifying power... Kenjaku might get scared. That guy might abandon the plan and flee overseas.
That would be a real problem. Thinking of this, the bloodlust in Mirai's eyes intensified. He had to end this... carefully.
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While the titans fought, the shadows moved. Jujutsu High. The Cursed Warehouse.
Four sorcerer guards lay dead in pools of blood. Mahito—the patch-faced curse—stepped out of the heavy doors, carrying a gray cloth bag.
"You're already here? Why don't you go in?"
"There are many good things in the storehouse... but I only took what we needed."
A figure emerged from the dark corner. Kenjaku (Geto), dressed in his kasaya, smiled.
"Sorry, Mahito. If I enter the barrier, Tengen might notice me. Before Gojo is sealed, I can't let them see my face."
"Yawn," Mahito stretched. "Then I'll just come with Uraume. You didn't even lift a finger."
Behind Mahito, a figure in monk robes with a bob cut—Uraume—stood silently. They stared at the contents of the bag: Sukuna's Fingers and the Death Painting Wombs.
"The intel was leaked to Gojo," Kenjaku smiled. "So they reinforced the Tomb of the Star... leaving the Warehouse vulnerable."
The three villains moved stealthily through the shadows, evading all surveillance.
"Let's go back," Kenjaku said. "And wait for the good news."
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