The shattered Curtain turned into black fragments of cursed energy that filled the sky, falling and fading silently over the ravaged sports field like drifting black snow.
Suguru Geto tilted his head up slightly, watching the white-haired figure descend slowly through the black snow like a god.
An intensely complicated, twisted expression surfaced on his dust- and bloodstained face, mingling regret at his failed plan, recognition of his desperate situation, and a trace of bitter relief that was difficult to detect.
One could even say that, with his intelligence, he had already anticipated this development from the moment he decided to split his forces.
Suguru Geto tugged at the corner of his mouth and spoke to Satoru Gojo, who stood like an insurmountable wall after landing.
"But I really didn't expect... that you would be the one to stand before me in the end."
After all, in this gamble involving thousands upon thousands of lives, compared with Satoru Gojo, who was bound by his emotions, Li Shunchen was the one with the utterly decisive will to kill, the one who wanted him eliminated as soon as possible.
In his original expectations, the one who tore through every obstacle like an Asura and stood before him drenched in blood to pass his final judgment should have been Li Shunchen.
The fierce wind brushed Satoru Gojo's clothes. Through his white bandage blindfold, he quietly watched the dear friend who had once fought alongside him. He offered no reply, merely standing there "expressionless," the abyss-like cursed energy around him so calm it was suffocating.
Seeing Satoru Gojo remain silent, Suguru Geto's gaze dimmed slightly. He took a deep breath and pressed on.
"My family... are they all right?"
Satoru Gojo tilted his head slightly and answered quietly, his tone so calm it held