Crack.
Above the forest, the black spherical barrier gradually shattered, breaking apart and fading like exquisite porcelain.
At last.
Satoru Gojo brought his fingers together and descended easily from the sky, radiating boundless confidence.
So what if she was an ancient jujutsu sorcerer?
I had never lost a domain clash.
Yorozu stood rigid on the cracked earth, numb and vacant, without moving a muscle.
Satoru Gojo had forcibly crammed an endless amount of useless information into her head, frying her CPU.
"I lost..."
"What happened..."
But no one cared about her thoughts or astonishment anymore.
Yuji Itadori gazed at his dashing teacher, Satoru Gojo, with shining eyes full of admiration and awe.
Seeing this, Satoru Gojo smiled even more smugly.
"That's Gojo-sensei for you!"
"So strong!"
Kugisaki rolled her eyes at him. "That's Satoru Gojo. You joined halfway through, so of course you don't know how far beyond the norm he is."
Araki Itsuki nodded and smiled at Yuji Itadori.
"The moment he was born, his unparalleled power overturned the entire balance of Jujutsu Society."
"It's no exaggeration to say that the explosive growth of curses in the modern age was simply a counterbalance to the imbalance in cursed energy caused by his birth."
"A hundred-million bounty was placed on his head when he was still a child. Yet all it took was a single glance.
"For the next twenty years, all those ruthless, vicious curse users vanished under the threat he posed, ushering modern Jujutsu Society into a new era."
Yuji Itadori's eyes were already brighter than light bulbs. He looked every bit the devoted fanboy.
"Awesome!"
Satoru Gojo turned toward the laid-back Araki Itsuki. This boy held far too many mysteries, along with that unsettling energy.
*Why was my urge to fight, dormant for so many years, quietly