What happened?
Gojo Satoru stared blankly at the sky before him, his mind a complete void.
He only remembered that, just moments ago, he had fought Duanmu Huai. This time, Gojo Satoru had immediately used the most powerful curse technique known only to a select few in the Gojo Family, Imaginary Mass: Purple. It was a technique that overlapped the positive and reversed curse techniques to create an imaginary mass fluctuation capable of cutting through space—the strongest curse technique Gojo Satoru possessed.
He also remembered condensing the curse technique and firing it at Duanmu Huai.
Then... what happened?
The last thing Gojo Satoru could dredge from his Remembrance was a flash of red that had streaked through the circular "Purple." Then it was as if a disconnected signal had reconnected. When he woke again, he was already lying on the ground.
He could not feel his lower body at all, as though it had vanished completely. Yet the current Gojo Satoru did not even have the strength to lift his head and check.
"...!...Teacher!"
Faintly, he seemed to hear someone shouting. He could also see figures surging before his eyes, but Gojo Satoru could not make out what the other person was saying, nor could he see who else was beside him.
Right, where was Tengen?
Gojo Satoru struggled to move his eyes, but what he saw was Tengen's figure, pinned to a tree by a scarlet blade and gradually fading away.
At that moment, Gojo Satoru finally understood.
Ah, I've lost again.
As if confirming Gojo Satoru's suspicion, Duanmu Huai's figure appeared before his eyes.
"Let's be honest."
Duanmu Huai pulled out his longsword and looked toward Gojo Satoru.
"Not bad. That's about it."
"..."
Gojo Satoru opened and closed his mouth, still wanting to say something, but boundless