Brainwashed Offshoots of Two Races

At that moment, discovering that their technique attacks had been effortlessly deflected by Gojo Sawa and his two companions, Atsushi Kamo and the others were stunned.

"How is this possible? This move of mine once defeated a Grade 2 cursed spirit!"

"The Divine Dog was swallowed in an instant—what kind of terrifying cursed spirit was that?"

"Damn it! They're too strong!"

Gojo Sawa and the other two exchanged glances, struggling to hold back their laughter.

"Hey, you lot—those aren't the Zenin and Kamo clan hereditary techniques, are they?"

Hearing this, Atsushi Kamo immediately erupted in fury.

"What? You bastard! Don't you dare insult the Kamo clan's hereditary technique—this is our clan's glory!"

"Blood Manipulation: Blood Meteorite!"

The two from the Zenin clan were also indignant.

"The Zenin clan's honor cannot be tarnished! Ten Shadows Technique: Escaping Rabbit!"

The four of them unleashed their techniques like madmen, a torrent of attacks raining down on Gojo Sawa and his group.

Gojo Satoru looked utterly exasperated. "What the hell is this? Clan glory? Are they insane?"

"Technique Reversal..."

"Wait, Satoru!"

Gojo Sawa stopped Satoru, who was about to strike, and pointed at the four across from them. "Look!"

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto raised their eyes.

They saw that after the two Kamo clan members had used their "Pseudo-Blood Manipulation," their bodies visibly shriveled—cheeks sunken, eyes hollowed out, looking like they'd drained themselves dry.

Meanwhile, the two Zenin clan members wore vacant, lifeless expressions, as if their brains had been fried.

Thanks to the Six Eyes' powerful observation, Sawa and Satoru noticed immediately, while Geto possessed perception beyond the ordinary.

The three of them instantly identified the problem.

The so-called Blood Manipulation the Kamo pair had used was actually forcing cursed energy to stimulate bone marrow into producing blood—a technique that outright drained their lifespan!

As for the "Ten Shadows Technique" the Zenin pair had unleashed, the shikigami they summoned were not only mutated and severely weakened in power, but the backlash from the technique was abnormally intense!

Techniques were activated by the brain, but those two's brains were nearly mush!

"This isn't a hereditary technique at all—it's a suicide technique!"

Gojo Sawa's expression turned grim. "Make them stop, now!"

Suguru Geto swept his hand. "Rainbow Dragon!"

The Rainbow Dragon whipped its tail, sending the four flying and forcibly interrupting their techniques.

Even then, Geto had held back, afraid he'd kill the four who were already half-dead.

Now, Atsushi Kamo and the others lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Seeing Gojo Sawa and his group approach, he gave a bitter smile. "I didn't think you'd really be as strong as the rumors say... no, even stronger!"

Gojo Sawa had no patience for flattery and snapped, "Do you realize the technique you just used was killing you?"

"That wasn't the Kamo clan's Blood Manipulation at all, and your Ten Shadows Technique is wrong too—who taught you?"

But the moment Gojo Sawa finished speaking, the four on the ground struggled to sit up.

Their condition was too weak, though; after several attempts, they collapsed back down.

Yet even so, they glared at Gojo Sawa and his companions with murderous eyes.

"Don't you dare insult our clan's techniques! This is our clan's glory!"

"You're insane!"

Gojo Sawa and the others couldn't fathom these people's logic. They knocked them out with two punches and sent them out of the match.

But they hadn't gone far before they ran into more members of the two clans.

"Blood Manipulation: Piercing Blood!"

"Ten Shadows Technique: Great Serpent!"

As if following some order, the clan members recklessly unleashed their techniques, nearly dying on the spot.

Yet against these attacks, Gojo Sawa merely waved a hand and deflected them all.

Unsurprisingly, when Sawa brought up the "Pseudo-Blood Manipulation" and "Pseudo-Ten Shadows Technique,"

the clan members bristled like cats with their tails stepped on, shouting endlessly about "all for the clan's glory."

By now, even the slow-to-catch-on Gojo Satoru understood.

"The Zenin and Kamo clans have developed watered-down versions of their hereditary techniques—and they're using these people as test subjects!"

Gojo Sawa's words darkened the expressions of Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto.

"Researching such heinous techniques and experimenting on living people—have those old geeks lost their minds?"

Gojo Satoru was righteous with indignation.

"I bet the Zenin and Kamo clans saw that the Gojo Clan produced two Six Eyes users while they themselves have no heirs, so they're trying to find a shortcut!"

"Using these immature, neutered versions—those lunatics!"

When they next encountered members of the two great families, before the other side could even strike, Gojo Satoru teleported forward and took them out with two solid punches.

Then he bound their limbs, crouched down, and patiently explained the dangers of those techniques.

But one Zenin clansman sneered as he spoke.

"We already knew all that. Participating in the experiment was our choice. If the research succeeds, our clan can continuously produce people who can use the inherited techniques, without having to wait on a hopeless gamble!"

"Our sacrifice has meaning. It's all for the glory of the clan. We die as we should!"

The group's eyes burned with fanaticism.

"You all..."

Gojo Satoru was furious. These people completely disregarded their own lives!

Suguru Geto patted Gojo Satoru on the shoulder from behind. "Satoru, don't bother persuading them."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head. "Huh? That doesn't sound like you. Weren't you always the one advocating to save the weak?"

Gojo Sawa sneered from the side. "Satoru, take a good look. These people have long been brainwashed by those old geezers."

"And if I'm not mistaken, they're all branch family members—expendable experimental failures!"

Gojo Satoru said nothing, his eyes behind the dark glasses carrying a cold glint.

Suguru Geto looked up at the sky and sighed with genuine feeling. "What a filthy world this is."

"Let's go!"

Gojo Satoru suddenly stood up.

"Where to?"

"Find that grade 2 cursed spirit, kill it, finish the competition, and get the hell home."

Gojo Satoru spread his hands and shrugged. "I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place a second longer."

Gojo Sawa and Suguru Geto exchanged a glance, then smiled wryly and followed.

"Hehehe~ Looks like our Lord Satoru is throwing a tantrum!"

"Shut up, you bastard!"

"Speaking of which, do the Three Great Families do this kind of thing often?"

"Bastard! Don't drag the Gojo Clan into everything, hey!"

"Then when you become clan head, you should manage the Gojo Clan properly!"

"Huh? You're the eldest son. The clan head should be you, right?"

"No way! Don't even think about it!"

"The eldest son inheriting is only natural. The elders must really hope you become clan head, hahaha!"

"Shut it! If you've got the guts, fight me. Whoever loses becomes clan head!"

"Actually, if neither of you wants it, you could consider me."

"Get lost!" ×2