Everyone watching the livestream stared at the screen, their brows furrowing in unison.
"So in the end, they just traded injuries and both entered cursed technique burnout?" Okkotsu stroked his chin, his tone thoughtful.
"Judging by the situation, Kashimo has the absolute upper hand right now." Shoko held a cigarette between her fingers, her gaze resting on the figure in teal on the screen.
"His electric charge is a property of his cursed energy, not an effect of his cursed technique." She paused and turned toward Satoru Gojo.
"It might be your turn soon, Gojo."
Satoru Gojo did not respond. His eyes remained fixed on the screen, the overlapping afterimages of Kashimo and Sukuna reflected in his pupils. His lips were pressed together slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Gojo?" Shoko called again.
"Huh? What is it?" Satoru Gojo sounded dazed, as though he had been dragged back from somewhere very far away.
"You look distracted."
"Haha, I guess I'm just too nervous." Satoru Gojo forced a slight smile and turned his attention back to the screen.
On-screen, the two had begun their second round. With both their brains damaged, the efficiency of their Reverse Cursed Technique had declined at almost the same rate.
Just as Shoko had said, Kashimo held the absolute upper hand. His fists crackled with electric charge as he hammered Sukuna again and again, forcing the King of Curses to dodge desperately. Sukuna's footwork grew increasingly erratic, and the gaps in his guard grew wider.
Sukuna retreated to put some distance between them, but the moment his toes touched the ground, Kashimo seized his arm.
Five fingers tightened, digging into flesh. He could not break free. Seeing this, Sukuna abandoned his hesitation and clenched his other hand into a fist, throwing a punch