Wood Clone

In the far corner, Panda was giving Kazuma a massage. Sure enough, it was safer to stay with Kazuma.

Who would have thought that in the middle of a battlefield, Kazuma would be in the mood to watch the fight unfold like an audience member?

Panda almost forgot that this was a hell on earth, where life-and-death battles were constant, and destruction was everywhere.

Even the usually serious Yuta couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

Kashimo probably couldn't have imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that Kazuma's real body was casually enjoying a massage while watching the fight from a distance.

The strongest battle fanatic, who had killed countless people in his lifetime, was now being toyed with by Kazuma.

His deadly punches, which could easily take a life, landed like blows against soft cotton, unable to land a decisive strike.

The technique of creating clones is something to be envious of.

Just think about it!

Picking up takeout, dealing with annoying superiors, even making breakfast for Rika—a clone could handle all of it.

It was a game-changer, both in battle and in everyday life.

Kazuma had no idea what Yuta and Panda were thinking.

Watching Kashimo struggle against the clones, he smirked.

The Multiple Shadow Clone Technique was proving extremely effective, especially against someone like Kashimo, who was strong but relied heavily on single-target attacks.

For those without a domain or large-scale attacks, this was the perfect counter.

With a single thought, the massive army of clones swarmed Kashimo once again.

The battlefield became pure chaos.

At first, Kashimo stood tall, holding his ground like a god of war.

But as time passed, the relentless clones, who had no fear of death and no hesitation, continued pressing forward.

Soon, Kashimo found himself struggling. Attacks came from every angle, striking from the most unexpected directions. His body was already covered in wounds.

"Huff… Huff… Huff…"

Kashimo's chest heaved as he panted heavily.

His eyes burned with rage as he glared at the army of clones surrounding him.

Where is the real body?! Where is that guy's real body?!

He had deliberately exposed weaknesses multiple times, taking risks in an attempt to lure Kazuma's real body out. But this bastard remained completely composed, never falling for the bait.

He's strong.

Not just in power, but in mentality—far beyond any opponent he had ever faced before.

The more he thought about it, the more infuriated he became. At this rate, he would be worn down due to exhaustion.

He had options to break free but he was reluctant to use them.

"Mythical Beast Amber"—a trump card that could only be used once in a lifetime.

He had been saving it for four hundred years—for his fight against Sukuna.

Yet, deep down, doubt had begun creeping in.

Who is stronger, Kazuma or Sukuna?

"Hand over your points, and I'll spare your life."

Suddenly, the clones stopped attacking.

Kashimo froze. What puzzled him wasn't the demand for his points.

It was where the voice had come from. His sharp instincts quickly identified the direction of the sound.

Through a small gap, he spotted three figures sitting in the corner—two people and a panda.

Panda, as smug as ever, was watching the show with clear amusement.

But what made Kashimo's blood boil was Kazuma. There was no mistaking it—that was his real body. He had been watching the whole time.

All this time, while Kashimo had been fighting desperately, Kazuma had never even been among the clones.

Was he nothing more than a clown for his entertainment?!

The realization hit him like a truck.

Veins bulged on his forehead as his rage erupted.

"Damn it! Bastard! I'll tear you to pieces!"

Kashimo's face twisted into fury, his composure completely shattered. His eyes darted between Kazuma, Panda and Yuta, burning with vengeance.

"I will remember you three. If I ever get the chance…"

Yuta blinked in confusion, pointing at himself.

"Why am I included in this?"

He was holding back his laughter!

But if this guy wanted trouble, Yuta certainly wouldn't back down from a challenge.

Kazuma was about to respond when Kashimo suddenly burst into crazed laughter.

What the hell?

Did he make him so mad that he lost it?

"Hahaha! You must be from Jujutsu High, huh? You want my points?"

"I won't give them to you! I'd rather hand them over to that stitched-up bastard than let you have them!"

Summoning a small golden bug, Kashimo prepared to transfer his points.

If he couldn't beat Kazuma, he could at least ruin his plan.

Maybe, just maybe, this would lure someone else into the fight—giving him the perfect chance for a counterattack.

He didn't become the strongest four hundred years ago by being reckless.

The crazed laughter was all part of his act.

Sure enough, the next moment, a firm hand grabbed his wrist.

Kazuma's voice whispered in his ear.

"You have hit a dead end."

Kashimo grinned wickedly.

"Really?"

"Die!!"

Sizzle!

A violent surge of lightning exploded, slamming Kazuma to the ground.

"Hah! Experience always wins!"

Kashimo sneered, his grin stretching ear to ear.

The satisfaction of revenge was exhilarating.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

His fists pounded Kazuma like a relentless storm, purple lightning illuminating the sky.

In the far corner, Panda blinked.

"...Did he just start beating up another fake one?"

"Wasn't he the strongest four hundred years ago? Is his eyesight failing?"

Twice in a row, he had been tricked by the substitution technique.

Even an old lady crossing the street had better awareness.

Panda silently complained.

But Yuta, ever observant, noticed something different. His gaze sharpened as he watched the battlefield.

This clone was different from the previous ones. A regular clone should have already disappeared under Kashimo's attacks.

But this one… was holding up.

It wasn't just stronger—it even had an almost identical presence. Even the cursed energy it emitted was indistinguishable from Kazuma's own.

If he were in Kashimo's place, he would've been fooled too!

What a terrifying ability.

And from what Yuji had mentioned before, Kazuma had a Genjutsu called Tsukuyomi.

Could this even affect someone like Gojo?

Yuta's admiration for Kazuma kept rising. Kazuma's vision was too sharp. Even in Kashimo's fake laughter, he had spotted the deception.

To be cautious, he had used Wood Clone—a far superior version of the standard Shadow Clone.

Unlike a regular shadow clone, the Wood Clone carried more power and was almost indistinguishable from the original.

Kazuma smirked.

Watching Kashimo pound away at the fake, he raised a single finger—

Snap!

With a crisp sound, every clone on the battlefield vanished into white smoke.

Including the one Kashimo had been attacking.

Kashimo stared on in disbelief.

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