Whenever these eyes appeared, it usually meant Gojo Satoru had entered serious mode. Even those who were confident in themselves would show a change in expression.
Yet the three people standing before him showed no change in expression whatsoever.
No, that wasn't entirely true.
Akame was still a little surprised.
"Shiki, his eyes look a lot like yours. Are they Mystic Eyes too?"
"How could that be?"
Ryougi Shiki's eyes turned azure in an instant.
At that very moment, killing intent like a tsunami surged toward Gojo Satoru. In his line of sight, with the kimono-clad girl at its center, the entire world seemed to split into pieces.
He seemed to see a huge character for "death" etched within that killing intent.
There was no emotion, no reason.
It simply meant death!
Including himself. His body, his soul, every last thing—all of it would die.
Ryougi Shiki's brows twitched, and her slender palm moved away from the long blade at her waist.
"You can actually sense my killing intent? Your strength isn't bad."
That movement of lowering her blade seemed to ease the killing intent considerably. However, the feeling of the world splitting apart remained unchanged. The entire world appeared to be covered in deep cracks, trembling precariously beneath that inconceivable killing intent.
Gojo Satoru clutched his neck, unable to utter a single word.
Cold sweat had completely soaked his back.
"Shiki, put away your Mystic Eyes." Akame spun the long blade in her hand in a beautiful flourish. "He can't even seal his own senses. Most of his strength comes from the world's Gift, so he ultimately has some flaws."
"A darling of the world?" Ryougi Shiki nodded, and her eyes gradually returned to normal.
Only then did Gojo Satoru collapse onto the ground.
The long-haired girl was right.