Megumi Fushiguro watched the battle from a distance.
No, it could no longer be called a battle.
It was a one-sided slaughter. Kashimo stood in the center of the crater, Panda's head impaled on the Ruyi Staff, his feet planted on scorched earth. Not a single arc of electricity flickered around him. He was as calm as a volcano that had just finished erupting, its surface cooled while the magma beneath still churned.
Megumi Fushiguro gritted his teeth.
His mind raced. He had to buy enough time for Gojo to get inside-at least until the Curtain was broken.
He held his fists before him, one ahead of the other, lowered his center of gravity, and staggered his feet, adopting a stance he had never used in an actual fight.
"Furube..."
No. A thought flashed through his mind.
If he did this, everyone present would enter the Frequency Modulation Ritual. The gravely wounded, the unconscious, even those who might already be dead-all of them would be dragged into the Frequency Modulation Ritual. His lips parted slightly, but the chant stuck in his throat, refusing to move. He fell silent for a moment, so brief it was almost imperceptible.
"Forget it."
His voice was quiet, so quiet he seemed to be speaking to himself. He crossed his hands before him, bending his fingers at precise angles, his palms facing each other. His eyes closed, then opened again.
Put his ability to use, along with a little imagination and talent. This was something he had never done before. He wasn't even sure he could pull it off. But he had no way back now.
"I'll show you."
His voice sank, like a stone dropped into deep water. Something was taking shape between his fingers.
With Megumi Fushiguro at their center, the shadows expanded