Chapter 301: Gojo Satoru vs. Gojo Satoshi, Second Match
Kamo Kenshin looked around again. "This fog doesn't seem like it's going to dissipate anytime soon."
He tried extending his Cursed Energy to probe the surroundings but found it obstructed by the dense haze.
"Captain, what should we do now? Should we go look for them?" Utahime asked.
She didn't like this environment at all. The only thing that felt familiar was the broadcast from the Cursed Corpse floating in the sky.
Everything else was unknown.
She didn't understand why the competition couldn't be held at the technical college like in previous years.
Why they had to enter this unfamiliar barrier instead.
Kamo Kenshin shook his head.
"No, this is a perfect opportunity. This fog that interferes with Cursed Energy perception... if used properly, it will help us defeat both of the other teams."
He curled the corners of his lips like a cunning fox.
In a space like this, the parsing efficiency of Six Eyes would drop significantly.
"Are we really going to betray Satoru's group?" Utahime frowned. Her tone was hesitant, and her expression showed some reluctance.
During pre-competition coordination, both sides had reached an agreement.
Kyoto High wouldn't need to engage directly. Utahime's only role was to use her technique on Satoru.
Satoru had personally stated that this was the only way they had a chance of defeating his younger brother, Gojo Satoshi.
Kamo Kenshin replied coldly, "Don't worry. If Satoru gets eliminated, he'll at least wear Satoshi down. Utahime, your technique can empower me to defeat him. We don't need to rely on Satoru at all."
Mei Mei frowned, but reminded herself of her gamble.
She simply crossed her arms and said nothing.
...
Bang!
A loud explosion erupted as a Cursed Spirit was blown apart.
Satoshi wasn't as lucky. He encountered a Cursed Spirit the moment he landed.
The spirit was only Grade 2 in strength.
Satoshi decided not to use his Zanpakutō and instead dealt with it using Kidō.
After defeating it, he realized he'd been a bit careless.
The explosion was too loud.
The residual Cursed Energy dispersed into the mist.
The surrounding fog began to shift subtly.
Not by much.
But it was enough. There's no way that kind of shift would go unnoticed by the Six Eyes.
Sure enough.
He instantly noticed something approaching at high speed.
It wasn't far.
From its energy signature, he immediately identified it.
Minazuki.
"Stupid brother. You got here faster than I thought." Satoshi smiled, with no intention of retreating.
Unlike what others believed…
In Satoshi's mind, he wasn't the genius challenging two schools.
Satoru and his team were the challengers.
He, Gojo Satoshi, was the final boss.
...
As Minazuki approached, Satoru's expression turned serious.
He brought his palms together and began muttering an incantation.
Jujutsu is the pursuit of ultimate subtraction.
A sorcerer's skill is determined by how many unnecessary spells, seals, or incantations they can eliminate.
But this time—
He didn't skip a single step.
Hand seals, mantras—he performed everything in full.
By turning the technique into a ritual, he could increase its effectiveness by 120%.
"Phase, Twilight, Eye of Wisdom."
This was the chant of Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.
He locked his gaze on the figure of Satoshi steadily approaching from below.
His Negative Cursed Energy gathered densely in his right hand.
Satoshi looked up and opened his eyes. "Nice one."
In the next moment—
The Zanpakutō in his hand shimmered with a cold light. The long white tassel hanging from the hilt lifted into the air.
This was the sign.
The release of Sode no Shirayuki had begun.
"Absolutely—Zero." Satoshi murmured, entering a sword-drawing stance.
As the words fell, a fierce chill burst from his body.
Crack—
All the moisture in the air instantly froze into dazzling ice crystals, suspended in the mist like scattered stars.
Even the flowing fog solidified.
The shards of frost formed an arc like an ice dragon sweeping around five howling winds.
A surge of cold also erupted from the ground, twisting and rising like a tidal wave.
The ice spread rapidly in every direction.
Satoshi's body was soon covered in a layer of frost, forming a glimmering blue armor.
He stared up at Satoru descending from the sky, his blue eyes sharper than the spear of frost in his hand.
Facing a technique Satoru had meticulously prepared, the boy did not hesitate.
He raised his icy blade and slashed upward.
Blue vs. Absolute Zero.
This was a clash of pride between geniuses—refusing to retreat before a killing blow.
"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue!"
Satoru's voice echoed, calm as a still pond.
Satoshi had been waiting for this moment.
His blue eyes flared, and Sode no Shirayuki swept through the air, drawing a crescent arc of pale frost toward Satoru.
As both forces collided—
The space around them warped instantly.
A deep rumble followed, like thunder rolling through the void, shaking the very soul.
White frost and blue light twisted together, entangled like serpents, and then—
Exploded.
The boy, the forest, the earth, the mist, the sky…
Everything was swallowed by the violent surge of power.
The mist was the first to be ripped apart by the clash.
Next, the towering trees were uprooted entirely, soil and roots blasted into the air.
The frozen battlefield shattered like spiderwebs, turning into a storm of shattered ice.
At the heart of it all stood the two brothers, locked in a fierce confrontation.
And this was with both of them holding back, preventing their full power from spilling outward.
Even so—
A single tree, turned into a frozen pillar, was struck by the outer edge of the shockwave.
It instantly disintegrated, reduced to ash, without leaving a trace.
The energy continued to surge around them, dragging with it fragments of ice, dirt, and shattered terrain.
Their figures grew blurry within the storm, and then—
Vanished completely.
...
"These two… are insane."
Suguru sat on a half-melted chunk of cursed meat, his face pale.
Satoru's overloaded Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue versus Satoshi's full-powered Sode no Shirayuki.
The sheer output clashing in front of him was unbearable.
In that moment, it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand.
"But… Satoru might win." Suguru's voice was low.
After all, Satoru held the advantage of initiative.
He used the white mist to mislead Satoshi about the timing of the attack.
By the time Satoshi realized—
Satoru had already completed the spell's overload.
(To be continued.)
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