Satoru Gojo looked at Kashimo, his face covered in blood, and burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha-you're no different, Old Deer!"
He wiped away his nosebleed, smearing a dark red streak across his face. His grin remained wild, but an indefinable seriousness had crept into his eyes.
"My students are all watching." He tilted his head, his azure eyes reflecting the gray sky in the distance, along with his own battered face. "I've got to keep looking cool."
In the livestream room, smiles appeared on everyone's faces.
Kashimo wiped the blood from his face and frowned. He hadn't even considered the possibility of overloading his brain.
The price of using electric charges to trick his brain into repairing cursed technique burnout had come crashing down on him sooner than he had expected.
Just then, Sukuna charged in.
A fist slammed into Kashimo's face. The dull thud of flesh and bone colliding erupted through the ruins. Kashimo's head snapped sideways, and his vision briefly flashed white.
But he didn't retreat. He seized Sukuna's arm, locking all five fingers around it, and drove his other fist hard into Sukuna's abdomen.
Yet the electric charge didn't detonate.
Kashimo's pupils contracted slightly, and his brow furrowed deeper.
In that instant of confusion, Satoru Gojo's fist shot in from the other side and struck him square on the bridge of his nose. The force sent his entire body falling backward. Blood gushed from his nostrils, spraying a fine red mist into the air.
Sukuna didn't waste the opening. He reached out, spread his fingers, and clamped down on the back of Kashimo's head, driving his face into the ground.
Loose stones scattered at the impact. Kashimo's forehead struck the rough asphalt, scraping away a broad patch of skin.
At the same time, Sukuna's other hand had already