In a withered, deathly still forest.
Satoru Gojo and Uraume faced each other.
Uraume looked at the six-foot-three Satoru Gojo and licked her lips. "Not bad-looking. I could keep your head as a decoration."
"Don't worry. I'll record the drying process in haiku, just for fun."
An amused expression crossed Satoru Gojo's face.
"Were all ancient sorcerers as arrogant as you?"
"No one was like me."
But the moment Uraume finished speaking, Satoru Gojo appeared before her and drove a fist into her abdomen.
Bam!
The tremendous force folded Uraume's body like a shrimp.
She spat out a mouthful of blood and hurtled backward, smashing through more than a dozen trees before finally stopping.
Wiping the blood from her lips, Uraume stared at Satoru Gojo in shock.
So fast!
That couldn't have been physical speed alone. He must have incorporated a cursed technique.
And his blows are strange. Even though I reinforced myself with cursed energy in time, that hit still made me want to throw up.
Satoru Gojo didn't press his advantage. He stood where he was and taunted her. "Looks like your mouth is a lot tougher than you are."
"Araki said you use the Construction Technique. Mind showing me?"
"It'd be too boring to finish you off so quickly."
Uraume rose to her feet and glared viciously at Satoru Gojo. "Don't get carried away!"
With the exception of special cursed tools, Uraume's Construction Technique could reproduce almost any substance she could identify.
Although its capabilities depended on how much she trained, it was still incredibly powerful.
She had constructed countless weapons and become a battle-hardened jujutsu sorcerer. What she ultimately developed was semi-autonomous control.
Liquid metal that could change volume while retaining stable material properties.
And armor for her body that drew on the specialized functions of