Unlimited Void

A shadow abruptly engulfed Satoru Gojo and Mashiro, closing around them in an instant to form a domain.

Scorching layers of rock rose from underground, sealing off the space overhead.

The ground beneath their feet cracked all over, magma churning in the fissures.

"So this is Domain Expansion." As Mashiro felt the searing heat, the Dharma Wheel above her head began to turn.

Flaming rocks hurtled toward them, only for Satoru Gojo to casually smash them apart.

"Damn it!" Jogo's eye widened, shock surging through him.

Ordinary sorcerers would be reduced to ashes the moment they entered my domain. How are those two still alive?

I mostly came here for fun. It wouldn't have mattered if I couldn't kill him.

But with this gulf in strength staring me in the face, will the age of cursed spirits never come after all?

"This is a domain. You use cursed energy to construct an innate domain around you and imbue it with a cursed technique."

Ignoring Jogo, Satoru Gojo folded his arms and enthusiastically explained domains to Mashiro.

"I know that. Inside a domain, you get buffs and your cursed technique is guaranteed to hit." Mashiro had no intention of indulging him and interrupted.

"Is that so?" The smile on Satoru Gojo's lips didn't fade. Instead, it grew even brighter. "Then let me show you something more interesting."

He pulled down his blindfold, revealing his clear blue eyes.

Then he rested his left hand on Mashiro's shoulder and crossed the middle and index fingers of his right hand, forming his signature hand sign.

"Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void."

The instant Unlimited Void unfolded, light engulfed Jogo's Coffin of the Iron Mountain from within.

The scorching rock layers cracked under Unlimited Void's torrent of information, crumbling into ash.

The magma solidified into black fragments, which hovered for a moment before dissipating.

Every rule within the domain was rewritten. Satoru Gojo's Unlimited Void completely overwrote Jogo's domain.

Mashiro stood beside Satoru Gojo. Because she was touching him, Unlimited Void's flow of information bypassed her, leaving her unaffected.

Her Dharma Wheel continued to spin, her eyes fixed on the boundary between the two domains.

As Coffin of the Iron Mountain was overwritten, her eyes recorded and studied its dissipating cursed energy structures, the imprints of its cursed technique, and the composition of its innate domain.

Jogo froze in place.

Unlimited Void's endless information poured into his consciousness.

The one-eyed, volcano-headed spirit trembled all over. Magma-like blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his fingers twitched.

What happened? Did I lose?

Countless pieces of information filled his mind, leaving him unable to do anything.

"This is a clash of domains." Satoru Gojo spoke lightly, waggling his fingers. "The superior technique wins. There's no suspense to it."

Mashiro didn't answer. Her right hand hung at her side, lightly tapping her thigh.

Without experiencing Unlimited Void's impact, she couldn't learn anything about domains from Satoru Gojo. All she could do was devote herself to analyzing Jogo's domain.

Although Coffin of the Iron Mountain had collapsed, traces of its existence remained.

The cursed energy remnants retained the core principles of Domain Expansion: how to manifest an innate domain, how to construct an enclosed space, and how to grant a cursed technique a sure-hit effect within a barrier.

She was adapting to those remnants, but it was like trying to learn from a burned book. It wasn't enough.

Mashiro raised her head and looked at the immobilized Jogo.

"Make him open it again."

Satoru Gojo raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"His Domain Expansion," Mashiro said. "I'm still a little short. I need him to open it again."

Satoru Gojo stared at her for two seconds, his grin widening. "You're about to learn it?"

"Yes."

"All right, all right, all right." He dismissed Unlimited Void and looked at Mashiro expectantly. "I've never seen anyone learn a domain this quickly."

The instant the domain was dispelled, the torrent of information vanished.

But Jogo remained trapped in the information that had flooded his mind, unable to move for a long time.

At last, Jogo's body suddenly slackened. He dropped to one knee, gasping for breath.

His lone eye regained its focus, then glared at Satoru Gojo and the silver-haired girl beside him.

"...Are you humiliating me?"

"If you don't want to die, open your domain again once your technique burnout ends," Mashiro said seriously.

If I can feel the pressure of Domain Expansion one more time, I should be able to learn it.

"I'm not like Satoru Gojo. I don't need information from you." Mashiro drew Murasame and pointed the blade at Jogo.

Kill him for cursed energy, or keep him alive to learn his domain.

Honestly, she would be happy with either cursed energy or a domain. Ideally, she would get both.

Fury flared in Jogo's lone eye, and magma erupted from the crater atop his head.

He knew that if he opened his domain again, even if he killed this brat, he would be doomed once his domain ended and his cursed energy ran out. If he fled for his life now, he still had a chance!

Jogo gritted his teeth, the magma in his lone eye churning violently.

For the first time since his birth, he experienced this emotion.

Fear.

He slammed his right hand onto the ground. Scorching pillars of magma erupted from the cracks, and three walls of lava surged up at once, completely blocking all three of them from one another's sight.

Jogo shot away like a cannonball, racing through the forest at full speed and setting countless trees ablaze as he passed.

After the beating Satoru Gojo gave him, he should have less than half his usual strength.

I'll win.

Mashiro blurred, vanishing from the spot in an instant.

Her powerful physique allowed her to rapidly close the distance between herself and Jogo.

Jogo gritted his teeth. Magma sprayed backward from his hands, propelling him into the air.

Not daring to linger, he swung both hands repeatedly, sending twelve lava bombs trailing black smoke hurtling behind him.

Mashiro snorted coldly. Twelve Space Cutting slashes appeared, slicing the lava bombs in half in the night sky and detonating them.

"Stop using attacks that barely tickle. Your attacks can't beat my cursed technique anyway."

Damn it, damn it, damn it! If I weren't afraid of Satoru Gojo stepping in, I could eat three brats like her a day!

"Just how many cursed techniques do you have?!" Jogo shouted, not daring to stop as he kept throwing lava bombs to harass her.

He's still at it?

Watching the lava split apart again and erupt into thick smoke, Mashiro frowned. "You're really pissing me off."

In that case, I'll just kill him.

"About four hundred meters?" Mashiro stopped and raised her hand, locking onto Jogo in the sky.

Space Cutting + Straw Doll Technique!

A spatial rift appeared at Jogo's waist, leaving only a shallow cut.

"Hmph. Is that all you've got?" Jogo sneered.

"Resonance." Mashiro's lips curved slightly upward.

The space within the small wound on Jogo's body vibrated violently. Countless spikes suddenly erupted, severing him at the waist.

Jogo, the fraud, went down.

Mashiro swiftly arrived at Jogo's crash site and looked at the special grade cursed spirit crawling away.

Whoosh.

Murasame plunged into him, pinning him to the ground and steadily draining his cursed energy.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Feeling the cursed energy rapidly leaving his body, Jogo shouted, "Didn't you want to experience Domain Expansion again?"

"Pull out the sword, and I'll open it for you right now!"

Hearing his pleas for mercy, Mashiro sighed softly. "It doesn't matter. Forget it. You can die now."