Boom!
An astonishing amount of rubble and dust was kicked up by the collapsing building, visible even to the two people moving rapidly high up in the distance.
"We're going straight to Jujutsu High. The situation is far more serious than we imagined."
Gojo Satoru saw that the aftershocks of Kenmyo's battle had collapsed the clock tower of St. Maria Academy, indicating that the enemy was much more dangerous than anticipated.
"You don't want your friends to be affected, right?"
Hearing Gojo Satoru's words, Riko Amanai's expression darkened. She wanted to say something, but then fell silent.
"Will he be alright?"
The aftershocks of the fight made it clear just how intense the actual battle was, Riko Amanai said worriedly.
"Kenmyo?"
"Yeah."
"Don't worry. Even if something happened to me and Geto, it's unlikely anything would happen to him."
Gojo Satoru reassured the worried girl, then called Suguru Geto to meet at the agreed location.
"Geto, drive the car out onto the street."
"Satoru, are you crazy? I don't have a driver's license."
Suguru Geto's helpless voice came through the phone. Only Kenmyo had a driver's license; none of the others did.
He had made a mistake in his haste earlier.
"Besides, which of them isn't faster than a car—my Cursed Spirit, Kenmyo's Dragon, or your Cursed Technique?"
"Sorry, sorry, Geto."
Gojo Satoru laughed awkwardly and said,
"To avoid trouble, I'll just take Riko straight to Jujutsu High."
Jujutsu High is protected by Lord Tengen's Barrier. Except for those affiliated with Jujutsu High, everyone else will be identified by the Barrier as an intruder and denied entry.
Incidentally, this Barrier Technique relies on Cursed Energy for identification, so people without Cursed Energy can enter along with Suguru Geto and the others.
"Geto, you take Miss Kuroi and follow slowly."
Gojo Satoru needed to proceed at full speed; the outside world was truly too unsafe for Riko Amanai, with people wanting her dead everywhere.
Ding!
Before Gojo Satoru could finish speaking, a sound similar to a glass Barrier shattering came from directly in front of him.
The fierce attack broke through several layers of Gojo Satoru's outermost Cursed Technique armor. The sound produced by the sparks was extremely harsh and sharp, scaring Riko Amanai into instinctively covering her head with her hands.
Gojo Satoru held his hand in front of him. Just five meters away was a constantly spinning bullet, its tip rubbing against the air, creating a drill-like linear air pattern.
Limitless allows everything approaching Gojo Satoru to slow down infinitely. Although the bullet seemed extremely close to Gojo Satoru, the distance between them was no less than spanning the Sol System.
There was no need to guess that this was an attack from an assassin.
Gojo Satoru looked at the bright yellow bullet that had inexplicably appeared around him and felt like cursing.
"This bullet is so massive, are they trying to kill me along with the target?"
The length of this bullet, which was as long as Gojo Satoru's palm, was ridiculous.
If Gojo Satoru wasn't mistaken, this was an anti-materiel weapon, absolutely forbidden.
Luckily it was Gojo Satoru; if Geto had been here, he might have immediately met his end.
"Damn it, the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association is always short-handed, so why are you guys so free?!"
The enemy was extremely cautious; Gojo Satoru couldn't even tell where the bullet had come from.
Danger could lurk in every one of the reinforced concrete skyscrapers before him.
Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru's smile turned slightly savage. Who exactly was playing with such dangerous items?
The enemy was still a bit small-minded.
If Kenmyo had the Power of Money, he would just buy over a hundred million domestically produced "Lancet" suicide drones and detonate them against Gojo Satoru.
Although the money spent on killing Gojo Satoru and Riko Amanai wouldn't buy many drones, it would definitely be enough to blow Gojo Satoru to death.
The last person who used the Power of Money this way almost managed to kill someone with a cheating ability like Complete Incorporeal Virtualization.
"Riko, this might get a little uncomfortable."
Gojo Satoru decided not to wade through this minefield; danger was everywhere.
Although he could use Cursed Technique Reversal: Blue to destroy all the unsightly buildings in front of him, if he did that...
Gojo Satoru was even more impressive than a Special Grade pilot in the Middle East; they only took out two buildings, but he would destroy at least a dozen.
To avoid being tracked down by the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association while quickly escaping danger,
there was only one path.
That was higher into the sky!
Gaining altitude, exceeding the attack range of all those damned Curse Users.
But this meant lower temperatures and thinner air. Gojo Satoru could handle it, but what about Riko Amanai?
Her level of Jujutsu mastery was no different from an ordinary person's. Traveling at high altitude for a long time—Gojo Satoru might as well be trying to kill her.
It would be truly hilarious if she didn't die by the enemy's hands but by her own ally's.
Knowledge is never enough when you need it most. Gojo Satoru's Teleportation Cursed Technique was so terrible; if only it had been perfected. Unfortunately, this technique of his was unsuccessful.
Therefore, Gojo Satoru could only apologize to Riko Amanai first. He prepared to rapidly increase altitude and then sprint toward Jujutsu High.
The experience would certainly be unbearable.
"Wait!!!"
Riko Amanai suddenly felt like she had boarded a pirate ship. Her sense of impending crisis flared, and she had a premonition that she might meet her end right here.
Soon, she realized her premonition had come true.
In an instant, due to the geometric increase in acceleration, even with Gojo Satoru's protection, Riko Amanai felt an unparalleled force pressing her back, and her vision momentarily darkened.
"No!!!"
Overall, it was much more thrilling than any exciting amusement park ride she had ever experienced; drop towers accelerating from the ground to 100 meters were utterly trivial compared to this.
The girl's scream echoed through the sky.
"How pitiful. Hope she's okay."
Kenmyo pulled his bloodstained blade from the enemy's chest. When he sensed the special Cursed Energy above, he looked up and saw Gojo Satoru, who was unleashing his full Cursed Technique, shooting straight into the sky like a shining star.
He then immediately stopped ascending, made a sharp 90-degree turn, and headed straight toward Jujutsu High.
If one only looked at the trajectory of the meteor, it resembled the launch of a ballistic missile.
In fact, Gojo Satoru's actions immediately startled the Military Department. Their radar detected an object moving at ultra-high speed within Nihon's territory, making them fear that a missile from an unknown location was about to attack the Nihon mainland.
But when they zoomed in, they were simultaneously shocked and speechless.
Goddamn it, flying in the sky was one thing.
The problem was that the instruments monitored a maximum instantaneous speed reaching the Mach level within 0.0001 seconds at one point.
Was that kind of thrust still humanly possible?
"Turn off the alarm for him."
The more they witnessed the success of others, the more indignant they felt, especially since their positions were diametrically opposed.
"Take a picture of this thing for me. I need to report it to my superiors."
The man with a buzz cut, seated in the main chair and wearing the rank of Nihon Army Major General, showed a disgusted expression. He angrily snapped the pencil he held between two fingers.
"Damn it! These aberrations run rampant in our world."
There were many people within the Military Department who were unhappy with the lawless Jujutsu Sorcerer of the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association—so many that they had even formed a faction.
Furthermore, this was the most powerful faction among all the current factions in the Military Department: the Purge Faction!
Their slogan was to reclaim the status of pure-blooded humans and end the millennia of being suppressed by Jujutsu Sorcerer.
As far back as a thousand years ago, those Jujutsu Sorcerer leveraged their powerful military strength to stand above others, accumulating massive social wealth.
Furthermore, the Three Great Families controlled the Nihon government, occupying critical resources such as finance, healthcare, public welfare, and education.
In the eyes of the Military Department's "Purge Faction," who viewed themselves as righteous, these families were simply parasites sucking the nation's blood.
The world has suffered under Jujutsu Sorcerer for too long.
But that would soon change. They believed that in the near future, all Jujutsu Sorcerer would disappear.
Humanity would be protected by themselves.
The Military Department had already invested massive resources into a weapon design company named Poor Point.
Publicly, its business involved contracting the development of light weapons, ranging from small handguns to large howitzers.
Privately, however, this company designed weapons against Cursed Spirits, with the concept of helping ordinary humans gain the strength to fight Cursed Spirits.
But more importantly, they were focused on quickly manufacturing firearms that would allow ordinary people to kill Jujutsu Sorcerer, rather than those clumsy weapons that required waiting until the opponent's Cursed Energy was nearly depleted before attempting the kill.
All projects were currently still in testing.
Of course, these goals were complementary.
If thermal weapons could handle Cursed Spirits, whose defenses were more troublesome than those of Jujutsu Sorcerer, wouldn't shattering human flesh and blood be an even simpler task?
These were top secrets, known only to a small number of high-ranking officials in both the administration and the Military Department, because among Jujutsu Sorcerer, there were special Cursed Techniques capable of detecting human thoughts.
Negotiations between them would therefore be conducted with extreme caution.
The submachine gun that Kenmyo and the others saw being used against a Grade 3 Cursed Spirit at the beginning was an experimental product of Poor Point. The previous time was the first generation; now they had developed the third generation.
Speaking of which, it was funny: the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association was considering how to break away from its reliance on Tengen's Barrier Technique.
The Military Department was also considering breaking away from the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association's dominance over all of Nihon; it was self-salvation.
If these two parties shared their technological concepts, it might ease relations between them and reduce unnecessary destructive actions.
But both sides, unaware of the other's actions, were internally competing and stockpiling lethal weapons.
However, with one company named Singularity and the other named Poor Point, could these two companies truly have no connection behind the scenes?
"Riko, are you okay?"
"Are you trying to kill me?! *Gag*."
Gojo Satoru saw that they had escaped the danger zone, so he slowed his speed almost to a standstill.
But Gojo Satoru was answered by Riko Amanai violently throwing up. Fortunately, they were above a forest, so she was safe and didn't have to worry about vomiting on anyone's head.
*Gag*
Riko Amanai felt like she had been inside a washing machine, rumbling and constantly spinning and tumbling back and forth. She truly never wanted to experience that feeling again.
Gojo Satoru had traveled at full speed for about three minutes, essentially leaving the inner loop. From here, Tokyo Jujutsu High was less than half an hour away by car.
Even the fastest Jujutsu Sorcerer would likely only be halfway there right now.
Suguru Geto, riding a Cursed Spirit, had just left Tokyo.
Gojo Satoru could temporarily stop worrying about being pursued by Curse Users and finally relax.
Moreover, three minutes of ultra-high efficiency Cursed Energy output was also a test for him; it had been a long time since he was this exhausted.
If Gojo Satoru remembered correctly, there was a famous scenic spot here called Qi Lu Mountain. That violent, constantly hitting teacher had said that a unique Special Grade Cursed Spirit was imprisoned here.
He had even joked that perhaps they could unseal the Cursed Spirit early, let Geto absorb it, and exorcise and suppress this Special Grade Cursed Spirit, making it Geto's exclusive mission for promotion to Special Grade.
"There should be a shrine here."
Since it was a seal, it required dedicated guards so that the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association could be informed immediately.
For Gojo Satoru right now, this meant he could find that shrine.
He could get some supplies; after all, they were affiliated with the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association. They wouldn't refuse to give him some food, right?
"Let's go down and rest for a bit."
Riko Amanai couldn't take it anymore. Seeing her pale face, Gojo Satoru was truly afraid she might die mid-journey.
"What is that smell in the air? Why is the sulfur smell so strong?"
Gojo Satoru, holding Riko Amanai's shoulder with one hand, slowly walked up the stairs toward another hilltop, frowning.
"Hey, hey, hey, the amount of Cursed Residue here is astonishing."
Cursed Residue refers to the remnants left by Cursed Spirits or Jujutsu Sorcerer using Jujutsu. This is the primary factor used to determine Cursed Spirit attack incidents.
If left unchecked, some Cursed Spirits with tenacious vitality might be reborn from this Cursed Residue.
At the very least, it would have significantly negative effects on surrounding residents, making them particularly susceptible to illness or being targeted by other Cursed Spirits.
This was exactly the kind of work Kenmyo did when he was one of the Cleaners.
"No, we can't stay in a place like this."
Gojo Satoru's expression was grim. A major incident had likely occurred below, and the worst-case scenario was that the Cursed Spirit had broken its seal and escaped.
The Cursed Residue at the scene was shocking and horrific; every inch of the vegetation on the mountain had essentially withered.
Gojo Satoru determined that staying here any longer might lead to unknown risks.
Riko Amanai, whom he was currently carrying, was in poor condition.
As for the situation here, Gojo Satoru would report everything truthfully to the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association, and it wouldn't be too late to investigate the specifics then.
Thinking this, Gojo Satoru prepared to activate Limitless again and leave this place once more.
"Wait."
Gojo Satoru's pupils trembled violently, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his temple.
Although it had clearly only been him and Riko Amanai, a third person had suddenly appeared on the scene without him noticing.
The person who had mysteriously appeared was striking up a conversation with Gojo Satoru, his arm resting familiarly on Gojo Satoru's shoulder.
For the first time, Gojo Satoru felt a threat to his life so close, because all the Cursed Energy in his body had stagnated—it simply wasn't flowing at all.
To exaggerate, Gojo Satoru felt such intense pressure for the first time in his life.
The suppression of bloodline was indeed terrifying.
"Relax, kid."
That man had flowing white hair, just like Gojo Satoru, but his hair was very long and tied up with a rope. He wore a luxurious kimono similar to those worn by nobles during the shogunate period.
Gojo Shinyan, who looked somewhat like a playboy, patiently smoothed out Gojo Satoru's wrinkled collar, a completely different attitude from how he had treated Kenjaku earlier.
"Even if I'm terrible, I wouldn't attack my own descendant without saying a word."
"Who are you?"
Gojo Satoru swallowed, his expression slightly tense.
He didn't know why, but he felt that the person in front of him looked remarkably similar to someone from the Gojo Family.
Furthermore, based on the way he spoke and his cynical tone, Gojo Satoru even felt like he was looking at a replica of himself.
"Hahahaha."
Gojo Shinyan smiled as he looked at Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes.
"Didn't I tell you?"
"I am your ancestor."
"What the? Is he cursing me?"
This was Gojo Satoru's first reaction.