Only Gojo Satoru remained where he was, feeling the cold wind howl past him.
If not for the pain still coursing through his body and proving that the battle had really happened, Gojo Satoru might have thought the whole encounter had been nothing more than an illusion.
In fact, it did feel somewhat like waking from a dream.
From childhood onward, he had always been preoccupied with matters related to curses.
Then, out of nowhere, a force from a New World had appeared.
Along with several people far stronger than he was.
It was almost like the way those chuunibyou kids were always shouting, "Explode, reality!" or something along those lines.
His reality had exploded.
"Is it really all right for us to leave just like this?" Akame asked, looking at Gojo Satoru, who was standing alone in the wind in a daze. She seemed somewhat puzzled. "Why didn't we stay beside him and continue training him?"
"Akame." Ryougi Shiki saw the situation more clearly. "Willpower isn't something that can be trained just by doing whatever comes to mind. Otherwise, why would the Merchant Guild need to search for people in different worlds?"
Wouldn't it be faster to simply find some people and train them?
"Exactly." Riviera nodded in agreement. "This really does vary from person to person. However, since the Merchant Guild chose him as a target, he should possess that potential. All we can do is make him recognize his own heart. Just like what happened earlier, when someone goes through an experience between life and death, they'll always grow from it."
As Riviera spoke, she couldn't help sighing a little.
She was the same way.
During that previous battle, even though she knew she could be resurrected, she had still felt immense fear at the moment of