Brother, Please Stop Rolling

Six years later.

Inside the Gojo Clan's training grounds, two small figures sprinted under the blazing sun.

"Gojo, hurry up, I'm already thirty laps ahead of you!"

Gojo Satoru stared at his elder brother Gojo Sawa's back, on the verge of tears.

"Brother, you... slow down, it's too hot, I feel like I'm about to catch fire!"

"What? Gojo, you feel it too? That's right, it's youth burning bright!"

Gojo Sawa dripped with sweat, yet his small body already harbored a formidable physique.

"Come on, Gojo, shout with me—Effort!!! Hard work!!!"

"Effort! Hard work!"

"Louder, I can't hear you!"

"Effort!! Hard work!!"

"Can't hear! Can't hear means can't hear! With a voice that small, you think you can become the strongest sorcerer?"

"Effort!!! Hard work!!!"

"Good! That's the spirit!"

Watching this scene, the elders of the Gojo Clan revealed gratified smiles on their aged faces.

Though still young, Gojo Satoru had already shown a wild, unruly, and lazy streak.

Fortunately, his elder brother Gojo Sawa had been mature and steady since childhood, beginning a demonic training regimen as soon as he understood the world.

Not content to train alone, he dragged Gojo Satoru along with him.

From the basics of physical combat to learning the Limitless technique and developing the Six Eyes.

Because of this relentless effort, the two had already broken the Gojo Clan's historical training records at a young age.

At just six years old, they had fully mastered the "Absolute Defense" of the Limitless technique and learned Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue!

Gojo Sawa, in particular, could skillfully use Blue for long-distance teleportation.

The younger generation is formidable, truly formidable!

"Good! Three hours of full-speed running training complete!"

With Gojo Sawa's shout, Gojo Satoru, who had been following behind, collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

"Huff~ huff~ huff~"

Gojo Satoru gasped for air, looking utterly defeated.

"Don't sit down right after exercise, get up and walk a bit!"

Gojo Sawa stepped forward, reached out his hand, and pulled Gojo Satoru to his feet.

Gojo Satoru glared resentfully at his so-called brother and asked the question he had already repeated eight hundred times.

"Brother, is it really necessary to push this hard?"

Of course it is!

Gojo Sawa rolled his eyes, thinking to himself.

Oh, my foolish little brother, do you think your big brother here doesn't want to slack off and coast?

That old schemer Kenjaku is skulking in the shadows, and the big boss Ryomen Sukuna is watching with hungry eyes.

Your big brother here can't even sleep soundly at night!

Every time he thought of Gojo Satoru being cut in half, and the possibility that he might end up the same way, Gojo Sawa couldn't eat or rest in peace.

He felt like he was about to sink into depression!

Only by rapidly improving his strength, making himself truly "above the heavens and earth, unrivaled and alone," could he feel a little more at ease.

Maybe this was a severe case of firepower deficiency syndrome!

Looking at Gojo Satoru beside him, Gojo Sawa said seriously, "Gojo, you don't actually think that mastering the Limitless technique makes you invincible, do you?"

Gojo Satoru was taken aback. "Isn't it?"

"..."

Gojo Sawa looked at him with a mix of disappointment and frustration. "The Absolute Defense of the Limitless technique is, in the end, a technique powered by cursed energy. What if there's something that can ignore cursed energy or disrupt the technique's structure?"

Familiar with the plot, Gojo Sawa knew very well that there were quite a few ways to break the Limitless technique.

First were special cursed tools, like the Inverted Spear of Heaven and the Black Rope, which could ignore cursed energy and nullify techniques.

Second were special techniques, like Simple Domain, which deployed a Domain Expansion in an extremely small area around the body, using its guaranteed-hit effect to neutralize the Limitless technique's defense.

Of course, the second method was relatively difficult, as it required first learning Domain Expansion.

And shrinking the Domain Expansion's range to hug the body required a level of cursed energy control that demanded a lot from the user.

Hearing Gojo Sawa's words, Gojo Satoru fell into an unusually thoughtful silence.

But he immediately flashed a confident smile.

"No problem, I've already learned to use Cursed Technique: Blue for short-range teleportation. Even if an enemy can break through the Limitless, they won't be able to catch me!"

Seeing that Gojo Satoru had already taken on the arrogance and stubbornness of a "Greasy Satoru," Gojo Sawa said no more.

Some people just won't learn until they hit a wall.

If that's the case, then let Toji Fushiguro teach you a proper lesson in the future!

Foolish little brother!

Gojo Sawa shook his head. "If that's how it is, then get some good rest. I'm going to train in physical arts!"

The martial arts he was currently cultivating were the Gojo Clan's True Martial Style—a family-inherited combat system integrating swordsmanship, fist techniques, palm strikes, legwork, sumo, and more.

This system, refined over centuries by countless predecessors who studied and filled in its gaps, was highly effective in actual combat.

But Gojo Satoru wasn't particularly interested.

Because part of True Martial Style training required wearing a loincloth and doing sumo stomps—far too embarrassing, completely at odds with his "Greasy Satoru" persona!

"Oh, right, Satoru, I forgot to tell you—I passed the True Martial Style disciple test the day before yesterday and reached Menkyo Kaiden!"

"Huh?"

Gojo Satoru froze completely.

Martial arts schools generally divided disciples into Kirigami, Mokuroku, Menkyo Kaiden, Menkyo Kaiden (full license), and Shinsin Grandmaster.

Kirigami referred to newly initiated disciples, who only practiced basic skills and weren't qualified to learn the school's exclusive techniques. Mokuroku meant they were officially listed under the school and could begin formal study.

Menkyo Kaiden meant they had reached a level of mastery in the school's arts and could announce their school's name when sparring with others.

Menkyo Kaiden (full license) meant their skills were fully refined, allowing them to teach the school's arts to others without permission—essentially a founder-level existence.

Shinsin Grandmaster meant they had made deeper improvements to the school's arts on the original foundation, surpassing their predecessors and earning the title of martial grandmaster.

At six years old, Gojo Sawa had already reached Menkyo Kaiden—an achievement that took other Gojo Clan members over a decade to accomplish.

As for Gojo Satoru... he was still a Kirigami.

"Brother, I'm begging you, stop grinding!"

Gojo Satoru stared at his older brother's back as two streams of tears burst from his eyes.

He felt like he'd been living in his big brother's shadow forever.

Gojo Satoru rushed over and hugged Gojo Sawa's leg, looking up at him pitifully, with a mental state that screamed, "If you keep grinding, I'll die."

An elder of the Gojo Clan also stepped forward to advise, "Young Master Sawa, too much is as bad as too little. Training should balance work and rest. Why not take a walk outside today?"

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm!"

Gojo Satoru's head bobbed like a bell.

Gojo Sawa sighed. "Ah, fine, fine. Let's take it easy today!"

"Hooray!"

Gojo Satoru wept with joy.

He felt like the future was bright!

"Gensou, you're responsible for the safety of Young Masters Sawa and Satoru!"

The elder assigned the task of protecting the two brothers to Gensou Gojo, an outstanding first-grade sorcerer from the clan.

The three of them changed into casual clothes, left the Gojo Clan's estate, and arrived at bustling Akihabara.