Chapter 305: Special Spells

They looked up at Gojo Kumaen. After all, both of them were from the Gojo Clan, and as the head of the family, Gojo Kumaen should know more than they did.

But facing everyone's expectant and doubtful gazes, he smiled helplessly and said, "Actually, even I was surprised by Satoru's condition. But no matter what, Satoshi is a genius sorcerer trained as the next head of the Gojo Clan. He has never let us down."

Hearing this, the others all nodded in agreement.

Naobito said, "It was indeed an incredible battle. But don't forget, Satoshi's target is two teams."

At that, everyone's expressions turned a little strange.

Could he really still have a chance against an opponent like the current Gojo Satoru?

You couldn't even defeat Satoru alone... how could you fight both teams?

But it was understandable. The combat ability Satoru just displayed was overwhelming, even among Special Grade sorcerers.

Yuki looked at the screen, where the dust was gradually settling, and said thoughtfully, "The result of the fight is about to be revealed."

At her words, everyone's eyes turned to the large screen.

As time passed, the aftershocks from Gojo Satoru's attack began to dissipate.

The first thing that came into view was a devastated forest.

Everyone had expected such a scene.

But even so, when they truly saw that level of destruction, a wave of tension surged in their hearts.

If the battle had taken place inside Jujutsu High, even the reinforced barriers might not have held.

At this moment, Satoru had been elevated to the same threat level as his brother, Satoshi.

All eyes were fixed on the battlefield, searching for the victor.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from the dust.

A figure slowly emerged.

The entire audience held their breath. Silence fell.

The person appearing now was likely the winner of the battle.

They stared at the screen, afraid to blink.

Finally, the dust cleared.

But the person standing there wasn't Gojo Satoru.

It was Satoshi, standing silently with a blank expression.

It was easy to tell—the armband colors were different.

Satoru belonged to the Tokyo team, whose color was blue. The Kyoto team wore red.

But Satoshi's was a unique, vibrant purple.

At that moment, the purple light on the boy's arm was especially striking.

Then, the Zanpakutō Sode no Shirayuki reappeared in his hand, confirming his identity once again.

"That was really dangerous, Satoru," Satoshi raised his eyes and smiled faintly.

After a moment of stunned silence, the audience in front of the screen could no longer sit still.

They suddenly understood something, and their expressions began to twist.

The excitement from earlier vanished instantly, replaced with disbelief and resentment.

"What just happened?!"

"Why are both Gojo Satoru and Satoshi still standing?!"

"It's a spell... Don't forget, Satoshi can use jujutsu now too..."

"Damn it, I forgot! He demonstrated it back during the entrance exam!"

"This isn't over..."

"Technically, Satoshi's jujutsu shouldn't surpass Satoru's, but it doesn't necessarily mean Satoru will win either."

Some still refused to accept the outcome and continued scanning the screen for the Tokyo team.

In the distance, where the lingering smoke obstructed the view, a dark silhouette appeared.

A young boy staggered up from the ground, swaying like a reed in the wind.

He clutched his chest, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Soon, a black-haired boy rushed to his side and supported him.

The blue armbands on their arms confirmed their identities.

It was Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

Shoko followed close behind, her expression solemn. She immediately activated her Reverse Cursed Technique to heal Satoru's injuries.

Even she hadn't expected Satoru to lose in the end.

On the high platform.

"Satoshi really won." Yuki smiled, her face blooming with pride.

Everyone stared at Satoshi on the screen with complex expressions.

No one had expected him to turn things around in such a desperate situation.

How did he manage to do it?

Toji and Yuto both let out long sighs of relief.

Toji looked at Gojo Satoru, who had now stood back up. His eyes were solemn.

He didn't believe Satoru would fall so easily.

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In that instant, Satoshi had launched two simultaneous spells, overcoming Satoru's attack and turning the tide.

But the match wasn't over yet.

If nothing unexpected happened, the next moment would be the most difficult.

As expected, Suguru was about to take action.

Satoshi had nearly lost to Gojo Satoru just now.

Now, he would face the strongest duo of the younger generation.

Could he hold them back?

The others slowly turned their eyes back to the screen, anticipation filling their gazes.

Meanwhile, in a remote corner of the auditorium...

Choso watched the screen with slight regret in his eyes and muttered softly, "The Gojo brothers really are monsters. A duel between Special Grade sorcerers… as expected.

I wonder how likely I am to defeat them.

I can't wait to say hello."

He was looking forward to facing his future opponent.

Inside the stadium.

Under the healing of Ieiri Shoko's Reverse Cursed Technique, Satoru's condition quickly stabilized.

He let out a long breath, then looked up at Satoshi with an unconvinced expression.

"Satoshi, you really are strong. What was that jujutsu just now?"

(To be continued.)