In the distance, Aoi Todo also sucked in a sharp breath.
"This guy..." he muttered, his large, round eyes filled with shock.
"Why does his Reverse Cursed Technique seem even faster than Kinji Hakari's...?"
Kinji Hakari, a third-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High, was renowned for the powerful Reverse Cursed Technique and immortality granted by his domain's effect.
But now, it seemed that Madara's Reverse Cursed Technique surpassed Kinji Hakari's in both speed and effectiveness.
Itadori, however, looked as though it were only natural, even a little proud. "Because he's Madara-senpai!"
Aoi Todo: "..."
He looked at Itadori, then at Madara, fully restored at the bottom of the crater. Suddenly, he felt that although Itadori's words sounded unreasonable, they also seemed... very reasonable.
Just as Newton was incredibly intelligent because he was Newton, and Satoru Gojo was absurdly strong because he was Satoru Gojo.
Now, Madara Uchiha seemed to have become synonymous with "strength" itself.
Hajime Kashimo spat out another mouthful of blood and staggered back two steps, his eyes burning with towering rage and humiliation.
"You bastard...!!"
He had lived for four hundred years and stood at the pinnacle of his era. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Someone had held him in place to take a devastating attack head-on, leaving him grievously wounded and near death, only to recover completely in the blink of an eye, while he was still missing a hand and covered in wounds.
That gap enraged him, but even more than that, it made him... afraid.
Just then, a white figure landed gently at the edge of the crater, light as a feather.
Satoru Gojo.
His hands were in his pockets, and a black blindfold covered his eyes, but that flippant smile remained on his lips.
"Oh~ Still alive, I see. You're pretty