Hajime Kashimo had naturally noticed Satoru Gojo in the air as well.
His eyes lifted slightly, looking through the wildly dancing arcs at the figure floating in the air like a feather.
White hair stirred gently in the night wind, and a black blindfold covered his eyes, but the terrifying pressure of the Cursed Energy naturally radiating from him had already revealed the newcomer's identity.
"This guy..." Hajime Kashimo murmured, his pupils contracting slightly.
"Is he the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of this era that Kenjaku mentioned?"
Satoru Gojo.
He had heard that name during the brief introduction to common knowledge after awakening through incarnation.
A monster called "the pinnacle of modern Jujutsu Society," possessing "Limitless" and the "Six Eyes," he was the "absolute powerhouse" who maintained the balance of today's Jujutsu Society.
Hajime Kashimo narrowed his eyes.
He could feel it.
That quality of Cursed Energy, that quantity resonating with heaven and earth, that presence that seemed to look down upon all living beings.
Strong.
He really is... strong.
Though he doesn't compare to Sukuna as Kenjaku described him in my memory, to possess this level of power in this era...
He's worth fighting.
An instinctive desire for battle flashed in his eyes.
His blood, which had never truly stirred with excitement, seemed to warm slightly at that moment.
But Hajime Kashimo suppressed the impulse.
No, now isn't the time.
Though I'd love to fight him... Sukuna is still more interesting, after all.
The King of Curses in his complete form, against the strongest of ancient times resurrected four hundred years later-that's the battlefield worthy of me.
For now, completing the mission comes first.
His gaze locked back onto Yuji Itadori on the ground.
Though Satoru Gojo had appeared, he was still hovering high in the air, some distance from