Madara watched as the Hollow Purple Satoru Gojo had unleashed closed in. The purple-black orb of energy approached with an aura of destruction, slightly warping even space in its wake.
His gaze remained calm as he made his decision in an instant.
Hajime Kashimo is too fast. If he dodges this attack, he'll be more trouble later.
Better to... make him take it head-on.
Madara swept his gaze across the battlefield and instantly locked onto Aoi Todo in the distance.
"Todo!"
He only called his name, without even giving a specific instruction, but Aoi Todo understood the situation immediately.
His sharp gaze swept across the battlefield.
I need to use Boogie Woogie to get Itadori out of the blast radius.
Is Madara planning to... tank it?
The thought flashed through his mind, but Aoi Todo moved without the slightest hesitation.
Clap.
A crisp clap rang out.
In the distance, Itadori vanished instantly, swapping places with a piece of rubble dozens of meters away and appearing beside Aoi Todo.
"Todo! Madara-senpai is-" Itadori began urgently the moment he landed, but Todo raised a hand to cut him off.
"Watch." Aoi Todo's voice was low, his large, round eyes fixed on the center of the battlefield. "Trust him."
Itadori gritted his teeth. In the end, he said nothing more, only clenching his fists as he watched the battlefield anxiously.
At the center of the battlefield, Hajime Kashimo had been driven into the ground by Madara's axe kick, though he had weathered it with his lightning shield and powerful body.
But the sharp pain in the side of his neck and the ringing in his head still left him seething with rage.
He struggled up from the bottom of the crater, his hair caked with dirt and blood, his eyes burning with an